Spoiled
The hard grating of the TARDIS' deck ground uncomfortably into his aching back. His hearts beat an erratic cadence against his chest as his breath wheezed unsteadily through his lips. As he lay there with thousands of years of memories flitting through his mind, he knew there would be no more regenerations. Though for any other species death would be the victor. For him, however, he welcomed it with open arms. No more running. No more cheating time. No more looking over his shoulder. No more new faces.
It came as a relief, almost. He could finally rest. He had more adventures notched on his sleeves than anyone in the existence of time and space. Though younger incarnations of himself had grieved over the many processes at times, they each brought forth a new life, new experiences, and new friends with each regeneration. He had lived more lives than should ever be awarded to anyone, alien or human. And all of those friends were long gone.
His breathing became more labored with each breath. He could almost feel his old girl dying alongside him. They'd had a grand life together, they had. A boy and his box. Companions till the end, they were.
The console lights dimmed until even just a slight greenish blue haze floated above him. He could barely keep his eyes open as it was, but he knew his TARDIS was making his final moments as comfortable as possible. It was a pact they'd made to each other at some point over the years. Her low hum lulled him and it was as though he could feel her brushing back his singed hair; the burnt skin on his face no longer hurt to the touch, though he could still smell the acrid scent of his seared flesh. Subconsciously he knew he was experiencing some degree of shock, considering the final battle he'd just endured. Someone or something in the universe had finally received their just desserts.
Despite the ebbing pain of his outer body, it became increasingly difficult to breath. And he knew, that in just a moment he would draw his final breath. But before the darkness claimed him, he had to let her know how he felt.
"Thank you, dear girl," he rasped. He hardly recognized his voice as it warbled out of his burning lungs. "Thank you for always taking me where I needed to go. Thank you for never giving up on me..."
He heard his ship sigh and groan as though in mourning, as the darkness finally claimed him.
OOoooooooooooOOooooooooOO
A blinding light flashed before his eyes nearly burning his retinas. Rushing filled his ears until he thought they might explode. The burning in his lungs escalated as though they were being ripped from his chest. And his hearts beat faster than he ever before experienced. His back slammed hard into something that he could neither see nor distinguish, whooshing the remaining air from his lungs.
And then the silence came.
Moments passed before he even dared access his multi-sensory faculties.
A soft breeze wafted over his face, filling his senses with a comforting warmth, and a sweet, fresh scent that he couldn't quite place.
"So this is it," he thought. He never could quite imagine what his eternity might be like, even when faced with his own tomb that brief moment in time on Trenzalore. Nothing had quite prepared him for this moment.
Something rustled above his head. He still could not force his eyes open, despite the growing urge to do so. He lay upon his back, the soft warmth cascading over his brow. Once again he caught a whiff of something all too familiar. He searched his memories, attempting to uncover the long buried memory, as a shadow passed over his face.
"Hello Sweetie."