A/N: I got this idea after reading HostilePoet17 's The Wall. It absolutely killed me. So... Go check it out! ;) The plate throwing thing came from PLL. There's an episode, after Caleb breaks up with Hanna, where her mom takes her to throw plates. You don't need any knowledge of PLL to understand this.
Disclaimer: I don't own Doctor Who or Pretty Little Liars.
Plate throwing.
The Doctor, in all his nine-hundred years, had never envisioned himself in this establishment– a little Earth place where humans payed to throw plates against a wall. Then again, he'd never envisioned losing Rose.
He'd known she couldn't stay with him forever– not his forever, anyway. He'd known she'd have to leave him eventually. He'd been warned countless times. He'd known. But that didn't make losing her any easier.
So he stood in front of his stack of plates and held the first one in his hand. He fingered it gently, carefully.
Images of Rose buzzed around in his head, taunting him with her tongue-in-teeth smile, her blonde hair, her mascaraed eyes…
The first plate fell to the floor, in pieces. The second hit the wall and shattered.
Anger boiled in his chest and his vision became tunneled. He was in full Oncoming Storm mode, farther gone than even he'd been when he'd been fighting the Daleks on Satellite Five.
He heard the Cybermen's march, ringing through his ears, echoing in his mind, their cry of "Delete!" bouncing off his skull and rattling his brain.
The third plate was thrown.
The Dalek's metallic shriek of "Exterminate!" followed next, accompanied by his ever-growing rage. He saw her once more, as he opened the door, temporarily saving her from the Daleks. He watched again, as he pulled her to safety, and as Mickey slipped and opened the prison.
The fourth plate crashed into the wall and the new fragments fell onto the old.
He was sending her away. His hearts were breaking again, as she disappeared. His spirits lifted again, when she came back. Forever.
She'd promised. And they'd taken her anyway.
He threw the fifth plate, farther, harder than the last. It splintered with a crash far louder than the others.
The memory of the too-white room came into focus. The wall rippled, pulling the Daleks and the Cybermen back to Hell. He was triumphant. He was the Time Lord Victorious.
"Offline."
She reached. The lever locked. She slipped.
The sixth plate joined its brothers, along with a strangled, hopeless growl.