Tea Doesn't Mend Broken Hearts
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Title: Tea Doesn't Mend Broken Hearts
Rating: G
Genre: Character Study
Word Count: 323
Parings or Characters: Tenth Doctor, mentions of Ten/Rose
Warnings: Shameless babbling
Summary: The Doctor knows that tea can serve many purposes, but it won't fix his shattered hearts.
There are so many things tea can do, but one that it can’t…
Rating: G
Genre: Character Study
Word Count: 323
Parings or Characters: Tenth Doctor, mentions of Ten/Rose
Warnings: Shameless babbling
Summary: The Doctor knows that tea can serve many purposes, but it won't fix his shattered hearts.
There are so many things tea can do, but one that it can’t…
Tea can be found in many different forms all around the universe, but it remains basically the same thing. Leaves boiled in water releasing a myriad of chemicals and potions to serve whichever purpose you want them to serve.
On Earth the myth goes that the emperor of China discovered tea when the wind blew leaves into his cup of boiling water, which isn’t entirely inaccurate. When the TARDIS lands, she does make wind, and if that wind were to blow some leaves into Shen Nung’s cup; then would that be the fault of a completely innocent time traveler with a foxy personality and great hair? I think not!
Willow bark tea containing salicin was used in colonial America to ward off joint pain, because of large amounts of salicin, which is the active ingredient of acetylsalicylic acid. Earl grey can ward of infections and contains high amounts of antioxidants. Tea has even led to the independence of an entire nation, during the Boston Tea party.
Tea has served its purpose to me as well; except the willow tea, which would kill me. Even good old English breakfast tea, a super-heated infusion of free radicals and tannin, managed to heal my collapsing synapses and end my post regenerative coma. The tea allowed me to see Rose with my new eyes.
That’s the irony of it. I can lock myself in the TARDIS kitchen for hours and drown myself in tea, but what’s the point of that? I still won’t see her ever again. Tea was our drink. We could sit for hours on end in between trips and talk up a storm. We would laugh and cry and the tea might be left cold, but that was okay, because we were both perfectly warm.
The tea saved our friendship (more than a friendship?) once, but it can’t do it again.