Disclaimer: I do not own Dr. Who. This was just obsession during an assignment at the start of semester.
A/N: I was purposely vague. If you have a problem with that, tough. Don't read the fic then.
Anyway, on to the story!
DRWHO DRWHO DRWHO
He stood at the edge of the cliff, staring into the deep ocean. His world was gone, destroyed by the storm, and he was the only survivor. This wasn't supposed to have happened. The council had said he would die a hero, not live as a lonely wanderer. Now he had the blood of every member of his family, of his friends, and everyone else who was part of his clan on his hands.
How many people would his clan have raised? What changes in his world, in his universe, did that one action prevent? Wait, he knew the answer to the second question. Nothing. The council forbade any involvement with any other species. He'd never liked that rule. Which was why he was an outcast, why he was sent on this mission in the first place. The council didn't mind sending a rogue half-breed to his death.
At least the war was over. No longer would the conflict between two such strong races defile the sanctity of Time. It was the one comfort he had, now that he was alone. The violence would end, now, and once he died, the War would be over for all eternity. He, his people and his mortal enemies would pass into legend. They would become the bogeymen of the universe.
He sighed as the waves pounded the shoreline miles below. He could leap off this overhang, but that would be cowardly. A phrase of comfort floated through his head. "Hope is never lost. Even a single rose reminds us of the coming warmth." He smiled as he remembered his mother's voice. He didn't know how she had survived as the only outsider among such an arrogant race, but she had been so strong.
Looking out onto the dark blue water one last time, he closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and turned to walk away. He opened his eyes to see a single rose blooming in a field of grass. He half-smiled as he bent down to smell it.
So be it. He would carry his people's legacy for the rest of his life. He wouldn't even be reckless. Well, not more reckless than he normally was. But he knew that roses would always have a special place in his heart.