Time
Tick Tock Tick Tock Tick...
Time has ticked along since before anyone can say- most of life has never lived long enough to know, and those that have have been silenced by Time itself. It has seen birth and life and love and loss. And it has killed. It has killed trillions upon trillions of lives. Because it is the way it's supposed to be, accepted as such due to its intangibility. No one will blame Time itself. No one dare
Except one. One who ran into the right hand of Time and the left hand of Death, ran from the naturality the rest of life follows. One who chose the life of a mayfly, attaching itself to people, only to witness Time run its course. One who has saved Time repeatedly, to be repaid in sorrow.
Velvet maroon stormed around the TARDIS console, up and down flights of stairs, pass bookcases and scribbles on chalkboards. "Why must I always lose?!" His anger echoed the vast ship, concealing his great sadness and guilt under its numerous layers. "I've done enough, don't you think? Shouldn't it be my turn? My turn to decide that someone deserves to live? I've lost Adrian, I've lost The Brigadeer, I've lost Donna..." He trailed off, sighing heavily. "Why can't Time let me, just once?!" With this, he violently kicked at the metal rod underneath the consoles. He hadn't realised he was here
He slowly turned to the solidary chalkboard that stood there, the words on it resonating deep within him.
Run You Clever Boy
And Be A Doctor
He stood- and occasionally strolled back and forth, in front of these words, shouting and screaming at who he had to be. At who he really was, deep down. Something had to change, but he knew deep down that he would be too enticed by the next view, longing for adventure, that he would be too persuaded to save the next planet he sees from invasion or slavery or harvest. And he was. He was dying for the thrill. But he knew that it wouldn't be the same, now that she was gone.
And so time ticked on...
...Tick Tock Tick Tock Tick...