femgenficathon

Title: Ad Infinitum
Author: ressie_noldo (a.k.a noldo_).
Rating: G.
Fandom: Doctor Who
Warnings: None.
Prompt: I didn't end up using it very much, due to this fic more or less showing up fully-formed, but for the record it's number 120: There are days when solitude, for someone my age, is a heady wine that intoxicates you with freedom, others when it is a bitter tonic, and still others when it is a poison that makes you beat your head against the wall.--Colette.
Summary: She's not sure where she came from, or where she's going. (Post-Time War Romana.)
Notes: Thank-yous go to avendya for beta-reading this and not head-smashing too much. My knowledge of Doctor Who canon is a little sketchy, so feel free to jump on me if something about this is off.

(  – she's standing in the middle of a street, and watching the crowd being tossed past her like so many leaves on a sharp breeze. )