Imagine if every companion ever sat down in a park, in a bar, in their homes, or wherever and told their children, their grandchildren, their friends, or a complete stranger about the Doctor. About how wonderful he is, about the importance of the TARDIS, about traveling through space and time, or about how he protects the universe. Even those one time companions who died in the end can tell the tale. I imagined that and I thought. Then I heard it and saw it; hundreds of voices telling a tale, the tale of the Doctor.
Passed through time and across worlds is a name. A name that is both loved and feared. A name that can mean both beginning and end. The Destroyer of Worlds. The Oncoming Storm. The Lonely God.
The Doctor.
The alien madman and his beautiful, blue box. We've traveled with that man. We've seen the terrible things he's done and the joy that he's brought to so many. We've watched him save worlds and destroy planets. We've held his hand as he's lost one of us and we've embraced him as he's returned for us.
The Doctor is so many things. He's love, hate, danger, excitement, peace, chaos, brother, and friend. He has helped so many and has loved so many. Yet, every time, he breaks out hearts, just as we break his. Every time he meets us he gives a part of himself away, and every. Single. Time. we break him. He has so many friends yet he is the loneliest man in the universe.
He needs us though. He needs us to fill the silence and to chase away the darkness. The horrible, terrible, unfair thing is that we leave him, we get hurt, or we die. We bring him so much grief yet he still collects us. Still fills his home with reminders of us.
He shoots through the stars and bounces around time. He meets villains and heroes, the living and the dead, the wonderful and the weak and they all understand his power. He is greater than all and so ridiculously clever.
He does things that no one else could and because of that we get to meet our heroes, people who are dead and gone, and people who haven't even been born yet. It's wonderful and terrifying but we don't know if we could have gone on with our lives without accepting his offer for excitement.
For those of us who can still remember, our time spent with that madman will be among our most precious memories. Yet for him, even though he will remember us all, only a few of us will stand out from the rest. Those who had the greatest adventures or those whom he loved the most; they will stand out. The rest of us will just be fond memories of a small trip with a friend.
Though the Doctor cares for his companions and he cares for the universe, there is one thing that ranks higher than all of that; his TARDIS. For when the day comes that we all fade away, the stars go out, and the universe is simultaneously being created and destroyed, it won't be a companion that is there with the Doctor, it will be his beautiful, blue box.
We come and go but the TARDIS will be with the Doctor forever. She has mourned with him and has seen even more than he has. Forever trying to comfort him with her hums and whirs and dings. Still, you can't have one without the other. It will be the Doctor and the TARDIS, the madman and his box, until the day comes when the Doctor can no longer regenerate or the TARDIS uses up her supply of Huon energy and the rifts are gone.
We pray that this day will never happen but we know that it is inevitable. Nothing lasts forever. Someday the universe will lose its protector and when that day comes, chaos will rule.
A/N: So after having a major fit of Doctor Who inspired depression this little thing popped into my head and begged to be written. I liked the idea of all the companions telling a story of the Doctor as a whole. When you look at it, no matter what, underneath all the different faces the Doctor is still the same man.
