Disclaimer: I don't own Doctor Who.
Summary: Fire. It had always fascinated him.
Playing with fire
It was such a simple thing really.
Fire.
It had always fascinated him.
It was so beautiful and so helpful yet it could be dangerous and it possessed the power to burn, to hurt and to destroy.
When he thought about it he felt that he had a profound bond with fire. After all he was no different from fire. When people came to him,they might find help at first, but once they got too close they would get burnt, they would get hurt and they would get destroyed.
Maybe that was why fire fascinated him so much, he thought as he watched the candle he was holding in his right hand burn.
His left hand shook a bit as he waved it over the fire enjoying the warmth that spread through his frozen fingers.
He felt blood pumping in his veins and his double heart beat increased as he brought his left hand down and the fire brushed against the tips of his fingers.
He closed his eyes as he experienced a tingling sensation when his hand first came to contact with the fire.
When the pain came he bit down on his lower lip, but his hand didn't move from the spot over the candle.
He fought the nausea when he could smell the flesh on his fingers burning, but his left hand still didn't waver.
The fire and him were an inseparable pair. The Doctor was very much the same like fire. He provided help when people came to him, but once they got too close he would burn them.
Today was a day like that. A day on which people had come too close to the Doctor and they had burnt themselves.
And the Doctor couldn't that let slip unpunished. So he burnt himself.