so now the 2012 olympics has it’s own fandom; i demand fanfiction.
The small, bright red flame quivered in the hand of the athlete. As it was being led by him, the flame couldn’t hold back a tear, thinkng that this hand, the hand that was holding its golden protective shell, could be David Tennant’s. It looked around the stadium, but he wasn’t there, of course. The small flame could almost hear the actor say “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”