Author's Note: So here tis. My first Doctor Who fic. More to come. Just some character research stuff. Tenth Doctor, of course.
Escape
I raise my head to the turquoise swamp of a sky above, and crook it to the right. Both eyes are clamped shut for they would surely cloud over with awe at the beautiful atrocities that swam overhead. A macabre stench passes through my nostrils; the undeniable reeking of death. The poor soul that once inhabited the carcass that lay before me would instinctively shy away, just as I have. Death is unfortunately a constant of my travels.
I stagger backwards, away from the reminder of the darkness that seems to follow me. As I turn away, a flash of crimson catches my eyes. It is all too much…
I run back to my sanctuary, desperate for the peaceful whirring of the control board. I snap habitually and the door of my ship springs open (a proud and recent discovery, of mine).
I stumble through, the pounding guilt lessening instantly, my two hearts seem to calm at once.
"Welcome back. Doctor."
Sometimes, the TARDIS greets me with her voice, in an attempt to soothe me.
This time, it makes the shadow grow, bringing tears springing to my eyes. I look up into the upper networking of the ship, searching for an answer. A savior.
The chameleon arch.
It stares down at me, patronizing my agony with its very existence.
The TARDIS instinctively lowers it toward me slowly, so that it gracefully settles next to my right ear. Solemnly, I grasp it and place it upon my head.
There is no usual pang of regret; I have had enough of this… state. The TARDIS will create a new identity for me and knowing her, it will be perfectly suitable.
Whether I become a John Smith, Robert Dean or even a Samuel Jones, it will be better than this.
As my fingers linger above the button that erases my existence forever, I reflect momentarily upon my millennia of travels.
The free weight causes my fingertips to fall upon the button and my thoughts blur. Finally the darkness envelops me…