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A man walked slowly through the library corridors, the odd person or alien around oblivious to his presence. His shoulders slumped and he walked with a dead weight over slung across them, bent over as he carried the weight of the universe.
A slight spasm and a small groan came from the man as he stumbled forward.
He was dying.
This was it.
No more regenerations, his fate final and sealed.
The last 6 from River had been used up, he was number 17, and he carried the hate, the anguish; the pain from his past with him even now as he shook once more. His body was shutting down as he slowly trudged forward. But there was one last thing to do before he went.
In the corner of a large and empty room the man faced a computer, one he had seen hundreds of years before. Memories flooded back from his 10th self as he stared at it, a man consumed with the love and loss of Rose, a man to on edge, too cautious for his own good and Donna. Sadness from so long ago threatened to overcome him, his companion who changed so much and was so amazing. Who had so many great adventures with him and then forgot, never being able to remember just how great she was. Of course he went back later during his 12th and 13th, held open a door, picked up something she had dropped, but he never stayed long fearing she would remember him and he would hurt her even more. Her vibrant red hair fluttered in his mind before he quickly brushed the image away, this hour being far from the time for memories.
Pressing a hand to one of the dust panels the computer buzzed in to life, the logo of the Library appearing on its screen, before going to the data banks. As another spasm rocked his body he clutched fast to the sides of the monitor. It was almost over he thought, the last of the timelords almost dead, another race almost extinct.
Reaching into the pocket of the dark black overcoat he wore, he pulled out a sonic; old and battered, out of use for centuries. Sonicing the computer he stuck the sonic's head in the small outlet which protruded from the side. Turning it on he started the download. Downloading all of his memories, centuries of life flashing on the screen before fading into the next, life before 11 and after, he had to know everything, needed to know what he did and that she was always worth it, always the one.
Another spasm and another bar down, the Doctor looked at the small life reading on the bar attached to the sonic. Watching as he slowly died.
He couldn't feel his legs any more, they were supporting him but he couldn't tell they were there.
His hands were numbing and he could feel the race of his hearts beginning to slow.
A small beep came from the computer and a box appeared on the screen.
Download Complete.
There it was, finished. She had him now, River Song, his River. He never forgot her, after his hearts broke in his 11th face, he never forgot the women he married. From 12 on he loved her, he fell in love with other women but he always knew that in the end it would be River. So he was saving himself, well his past self he thought, giving the women he loved the best gift he could ever provide. Himself; from 6 regenerations ago, her Doctor: Number 11.
Another spasm and he could feel his hearts weakening, pumping less and less with each moment. This was it he thought, the end of his life, no more regenerations, no more chances at this, his once and final end, and what a place to die he thought. The place where he had first met her, his amazing River.
Another shock and another spasm ricochet through his body sending him in to a pile on the floor shaking slightly but silent. Not calling for help it the moment when he needed it most. Dying in peace and alone, the way he had been travelling for years, in a place he could never forget.
18, 386 life forms detected
7 saved
The computer bussed quietly displaying the message that no one saw. Lying on the floor unmoving was the body of an old man, the last of his kind, dead.
It lay there for hours, no one finding the saviour of worlds and destroyer of universes.
A quiet vorping sound filled the small room the man's body laid in. A large blue box began to materialise, a phone box from the 1960s, ancient in its surroundings. The shape became solid over the Doctor and then it vanished, the TARDIS taking her thief back for one last trip; leaving the room empty. Apart from one thing; the only thing making a noise.
A small computer in the corner still displaying its message:
18, 385 life forms detected
7 saved
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