Hello! I'm Quothencatastrophe and welcome to my first Doctor Who story. Thanks to my friend: Write2staySane, I'm a whovian…well a sherlockian… but that's a story for another time. As I watched the modern Doctor Who, I also watched some of the Classic Who (which is fantastic) and the Fifth Doctor's companion, Adric, really stuck for me. I don't know why, he just did, and I felt compelled to write a story of his last moments from the episode: EarthShock. Now I'm not sure why most whovians hate on Adric, but I personally think he brought out a great side to the Doctor. But that's up to you.
The first part is from Adric's POV and the second part is preferably post Hide, but really can be anytime during Clara's entry in the show w/ the Eleventh Doctor; I'll explain at the end.
One last thing: I DON'T own Doctor Who in any way, shape, and/or form; all credits given to BBC and their rightful owners. If I did own Doctor Who, I would have given the Eighth Doctor much more than his movies and audios and given Nine another season or kept Donna, I don't know. Anyway Geronimo!
His Final Equation
He can remember every moment
Every bad, every good
But the one thing he could not see
Was an end
And how ridiculous it seemed
That he –of all people- lost sight of that three letter word
He saw things
Things his people would never understand
All calculations and theories
No
But he saw relations
The ones that didn't include "X," or "Y," or any other variable
He saw love
He saw death
He saw destruction
He saw creation
But most importantly, he saw color
Not the black and white of pen or paper
He saw everything
Yet he could not hold onto it
The everything fell from his hands
He could calculate Pi into the millions
He traversed the universe
That was his and not his at the same time
He had argued with his savior
The man that had saved him more than he could count
Which obviously meant a lot
But now he can see that he was young
And now?
Now he will remain that way forever
Alzarius- he wishes that he was there right now
He's scared- no- make that terrified
And he reasons he is being foolish
Since he knows everything ends
Somehow
Even him, the one that saved him
Even The Doctor
Even Nyssa
And Even the ever stubborn Teagan
They will all end eventually
He hopes that one day she'll make it to Heathrow… maybe
He hopes they won't blame themselves
But that doesn't mean he doesn't blame himself
His pride
His arrogance
His youth
It was always meant to happen in the end
But 13?
13…that isn't a large number
In fact it's such a small, insignificant number in an entire line of numbers
Numbers
His best friend
His worst enemy
He can calculate them all
And he can calculate that his time is up
The ship hasn't more than a minute now
Which means neither does he
And he hopes that maybe, just maybe he can be saved
And keep traveling in that old blue box
With the timelord with the ridiculous celery stick
With the air hostess with that horribly patterned dress
With that girl from another planet like him
But no…
The numbers
They stand emotionless
Solid
Complete
The exact opposite of what he's feeling right now
And as he hurtles towards Earth
The planet whose inhabitants the Doctor swore to protect with his lives
He can see its color
And it's truly magnificent
But he didn't swear his life to it
And he now realizes that he doesn't have the choice
He holds his brother's scarf
-10-
Not much longer now
-9-
He doesn't even know if he did was right
-8-
And now he never will
-7-
The numbers, they're unrelenting
-6-
How are they disappearing so quickly?
-5-
He tries to remember
-4-
The hum of the TARDIS
-3-
His brother's voice
-2-
A striped scarf he found forgotten
-1-
And it's then he realizes something…
-0-
Brilliant lights, explosion
And suddenly
The boy who could calculate,
Adric ofAlzarius, ended.
His numbers were no more
His final equation was finished.
DW-DW-DW-DW-DW-DW-DW-DW-DW-
Centuries Later:
The Doctor stands in an old room. This Doctor, however, is not the one the boy would know;
Long since he shed the cricket outfit and for some peculiar reason he can't find the scarf…
This Doctor wears a tweed jacket and suspenders and most noticeably a bowtie. His eyes
are green and ancient and his air is one of sadness and lost.
The room's dusty and the air is quite stale.
The white walls are scrawled over with geometry and equations of other worldly
intelligence. On a still rumpled bed lies a black book by the title of Black Orchid open, the pages
in a thin layer of dust. The doctor stares sorrowly at the object in his hand: pieces of jagged
blue and gold metal. The doctor lays them on the boy's desk and quietly assembles it like a puzzle.
When he's finished a short time later, the pieces have formed a star, except there is a piece in the
middle missing. The Doctor isn't sure if it's the physical piece or the piece in his hearts that hurts more.
He leaves to walk out the door, but then stops and turns around one last time. He sighs and then
speaks, " No matter where you are Adric, I want you to know that your equations will never end, they
will last…" And with that the Doctor walks out, leaving the room empty once more. And if the Doctor
looked around one last time, he would have seen an echo of a black-haired boy-no more than 13
wearing a yellow shirt and perposturously long scarf go back to his desk and put in the last piece of his
star before fading as if he was never was there.
Well I hope you enjoyed! Please review!
(PS: I only mentioned the episode Hide because remember that scene when Clara says to the Doctor," But I'm technically dead, my body is out there…is that all we are to you…Ghosts?" I mean with all the companions that the Doctor has lost, don't you think that he sees them as ghosts or perhaps he himself as a ghost-never ending and cursed to live…I think I'll explore that concept in the next story I write.)
Allons-y!
~QuothenCatastrophe~
