A/N: Listen to Run, Boy, Run by Woodkid. It is essential to this character study thing. Just look up the video by Pteryx, just google 'Run, Boy, Run Doctor Who.' I incorporated some of the lyrics into this too, so I guess its sort of a song fic. Sort of. Disclaimer: I don't own Doctor Who nor any form of Run, Boy, Run.

The Doctorwas running. He was always running, first from Gallifrey, running to see the stars before they were gone, the he was running from responsibility, running for his life. Then, he crashed and burned.

A lone soldier woman persuaded him in her act of death to stop and stand in the Time War and Gallifrey burned. The boy, however, regenerated as the planet burned an he escaped.

He ran. He ran and ran- his first words in his new body, "Run!" Forever running, but now from his past. He regenerated again, saving the woman he loved. He continued to hope the past would never catch up with him- but then one night it did. Two point four seven billion.

The boy still ran. He buried his past deep inside him where he could never find it. He continued to hope, tomorrow was another day- maybe the night of running would fade and he wouldn't have to hide but he knew for now it was time to run.

Then his past became scarred as more and more people disappeared into his past and were swallowed as darkness. He ran harder then ever, he regretted and dwelled on his past. His brooding caused more and more despair in himself. The boy didn't want to go... and then he regenerated.

The boy who forgot why he was running. The boy who was so afraid of becoming a man... Run, Boy, Run. Hope filled the boy, he forgot and looked to the sun to guide him. He ran and laughed for the freedom he felt. But soon, they began to catch up to him and his past dragged his hope down and with it you could saw his adopted family.

The boy disappeared into the trees and he stopped running. The boy hid and gave up. He ran no more and he was dragged down and swallowed in the place he swore he would never stay.

But, someone pulled him up and they ran together, running was a victory. The boy ran with a new friend and his past followed him with a new name- they were trying to see the prophecy, dying to stop him. Run, Boy, Run.

Then, tomorrow came. The boy became a man. He stayed for Christmas. What better place to make his stand? The sun guided him and he could see the beauty in the hills. The running stopped and he won.

Tomorrow had come, and he didn't hide away. He regenerated, the man born from hope and he ran again, but not from despair. He ran to his home, to the end of his journey. The man was running to his home, not before it faded and was gone forever.

He was the Doctor and he was coming home.

Run, Doctor, Run.

The man, the Doctor, would smile and say, "Watch me run."