DnDoc, The Flowers We'll Remember #3 - Don't Stop Me Now & #4 - Airfield
Parts 1 and 2
Previous stories:
DnDoc, Coming Home
DnDoc, Space Band
DnDoc,A Man's a Man
DnDoc, The God of Rock 'n' Roll
DnDoc, The Loch o' the Lowes
DnDoc, The Mushroom Planet
Story playlist
Ali Smith story
I've put two together again because this time the second one was really short.
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Part 3 - Don't Stop Me Now
The next few matches were dogged by a back injury, with a song called ‘Hold On' playing over the top on the room's speakers. The Doctor hoped the lyrics of the song would reassure Rogue that this was going to pass eventually, that as annoying as it was for Andy to lose to some young upstart - admittedly quite a handsome upstart - named Grigor Dimitrov when trying to defend his Wimbledon title, that there would still be more glory to come.
As much as the Doctor wanted to get Rogue up to speed, this trip had been for Ruby really, who had loved Andy Murray's tennis since she was little. He'd turned professional the year after she'd been born after all. But something about the fiery grit of the young Scot seemed to have gotten to Rogue. Andy Murray makes you feel things, said the Doctor and Ruby's favourite tennis podcasters, and apparently that applied even if you were a time-travelling bounty hunter.
Or maybe Rogue was just going soft travelling in the TARDIS. The Doctor's heart purred at the thought and he shuffled up even tighter against Rogue. He could feel the point of Rogue's hip against his side, the warm line of connection as their legs joined up together, jeans against dress, the shifting of Rogue’s back muscles beneath the Doctor's outstretched arm. Rogue absentmindedly crossed his ankle over the Doctor's, pressing their feet together as if they were hands to be held.
Rogue sighed. “I am going to punch this guy in the face if he beats Andy one more time.”
The Doctor looked up at the ongoing match. It was on the dusty orange clay of the French Open at Roland Garros, another grand slam of the same level as Wimbledon and the US Open. Murray was playing Djokovic in the final and losing, again. After that Wimbledon final in 2013, Djokovic seemed to have made it his mission to never lose to Andy in a grand slam ever again.
“It’s a memory,” whispered the Doctor, “Your hand would go right through him.”
“Well, at least I wouldn't hurt my knuckles,” muttered Rogue.
But a few matches on the playlist later, the unthinkable happened. Somebody beat Djokovic. Having fulfilled his dreams of winning all four grand slams by completing the set at the French Open, Djokovic had deflated, and lost in the third round of Wimbledon to the American Sam Querrey. The door was open.
And Andy Murray barrelled through it.
This time when he won, he wind-milled his arms through the air and powered forward towards the net like he was being propelled by a jetpack. The joy burst from him in the most wondrous scream yet. For the rest of that year, he was flying, winning match after match and tournament after tournament, all culminating in him beating Djokovic in the last match of the year.
Rogue sprang to his feet and punched the air. “Let's go, Andy, let's go!” He clapped his hands together twice, in the rhythm of the chant they’d heard for the length of that last match, which had taken place in London.
He ran over to Ruby and swept her up into a hug. “Thank you for showing me this, buddy.”
Ruby laughed, looking at the Doctor over Rogue’s shoulder. “No problem, friend.” She patted him on the back.
Rogue ran back over to the Doctor and met his startled gaze with wide, excited eyes. “Gods, I have so much energy. I want to run around and get in trouble.”
“I – okay,” the Doctor said, blinking at him. “Let me pause it again.”
He left the chamber and paused the feed, then when he turned around Rogue and Ruby were just behind him.
“Come on,” said the Doctor. “I doubt Kate electronically tags every office chair.”
🎾 🎾 🎾
Well, it wasn't quite Mario Kart, but from the looks on their faces you'd have thought it was. The three of them took to the start lines once more, each with one knee carefully planted on their respective spinny chairs. Then the Doctor counted down from three and yelled 'go!' and they raced to the other end of the corridor, using sharp powerful pushes with their free legs to get their momentum up.
Rogue won, again. It was very difficult to race against a well-trained and hyper-on-Murray professional bounty hunter. But the Doctor and Ruby only laughed, occasionally exchanging baffled glances from behind Rogue. As they set up again and flew once more down the corridor, their wheels wibbling and wobbling, the Doctor heard echoing around his head the song from the playlist that had soundtracked this most glorious section of Andy Murray's career.
Don’t stop me now.
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Part 4 - Airfield
“Woah, hey, why is this song so sad?” asked Rogue as they settled back down.
I feel.. de-so-late... sang Rou Reynolds of Enter Shikari at the beginning of the song 'Airfield.' Rogue had a point there. And since the Doctor had un-paused the Time Window on their way back in, he was about to find out why.
First they watched a match that was actually of exceptional quality. Andy played fellow grand slam champion Stan Wawrinka in the semi-finals of the French Open in a truly epic five set match. Rogue seemed content to settle into it and enjoy the drama, postponing the worry about the song that had greeted them.
“Hey, by the way, what's Kate going to do if she finds out about us being in the office?” said Rogue. “I think... I may have spotted some cameras in there. Sorry I didn't say anything. I was just having so much fun.”
The Doctor smiled at him. “It's fine, honey. To be honest, she can’t really do anything serious. She's not even meant to have this Time Window, so what's she going to do, tell the government their favourite alien is bringing his alien boyfriend and his human best friend for date night in a structure she promised she wouldn't build? No, honestly, it's just that I need a break. I'm tired of conflict. I just want a nice night with the two most important people in the universe without it becoming a whole thing.”
Rogue shrugged. “No drama. Suits me.”
“Well,” the Doctor pushed himself up onto his elbows. “Some drama.” He pointed back towards the tennis, which had shifted to the pale green grass of Wimbledon.
“Woah, hey, isn’t that-?” Rogue pointed down the other end of the court at Andy's opponent.
The Doctor nodded. “Sam Querrey. Conqueror of the invincible Novak Djokovic the year before.” He glanced at Ruby, who was starting to chew on the ends of her cardigan sleeves. He kissed Rogue on the forehead and said, “Hey, come over here with me. I think this is a moment for all three of us to be together.”
Rogue and the Doctor shuffled across the space between themselves and Ruby, who tore her eyes away from Murray long enough to look at them with a sad, strained smile.
“What the crap happens in this match?” Rogue mumbled.
It was, in the words of the television presenter Clare Balding, a valiant defence. But by the end of the four set match, Andy Murray was limping around the court using his racket as a walking stick. To his credit, he stuck it out, and Sam Querrey got his second proper win in a row over a world number one at Wimbledon. But it was obvious something was very, very wrong. Over the next few months and years, all anyone could say about him was about The Hip, this cruel and brutal injury that had worn away part of his bone and resulted in interminable pain whenever he ran, and, on bad days, whenever he moved.
Even victories had to be eeked out over the course of three harrowing hours, and took so much out of Murray that he could be heard sobbing into his towel as he sat in his chair afterwards, when he ought to have been jumping around and cheering. They watched an exhibition match between him and his old arch enemy Roger Federer, where he put up a good fight in the one serious set they played. He then gave back to the crowd that loved him so much by playing a fun, silly set, with Federer wearing a kilt borrowed from someone in the audience. He cried, head hanging, in the press conference room of the 2019 Australian Open, the fourth grand slam. He couldn't go on, this was it. A montage was played to celebrate his career.
The Doctor held one arm around Ruby, who had known what horror was coming all through the cheering, and the other arm around Rogue, who’d just been suckerpunched in the gut. For good or ill, Andy Murray makes you feel things.
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Part 5
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