Hello, my good and faithful readers! If…I have any faithful readers, I don't know. Anyway! This is me officially diving into writing DW fanfiction. Anyway, this chapter's a bit short compared to how the rest will be. Please review, I love hearing what you think, and crit is always welcomed. THIS FIC IS SHIPPY AND/OR SLASHY. DON'T WANK ABOUT MY SHIP. Enjoy!
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The Doctor didn't just bury his memories.
He burned them.
The heat from the pyre was enough to make his lungs burn, but he ignored it. Hands shoved into his pockets, each breath coming in harsh painful gasps, the last of the Time Lords didn't allow his gaze to waver in the slightest. Alone except for the pyre and his ever faithful TARDIS, he allowed the tears to fall, choking in his throat and blurring his vision.
In all his lives, he'd never felt so completely alone.
He didn't move until the fire had burned itself out and the sun had long since fallen. All that remained of his oldest friend was ashes and the gaping hole he'd left in the Doctor's hearts. He bit back another quiet sob and rubbed at his face with his sleeve, turning his back on what was left of perhaps the only person in the universe who could ever truly understand him.
Fresh grief tearing at his hearts, he simply tossed his coat to the ground and glanced at the console. The switches, levers, and buttons moved on their own and the TARDIS took off by herself, a gesture that usually made the Doctor smile in gratitude. Today, however, all he could manage was a twitch of his lips. It was taking an effort not to break down again.
In the kitchen, there was a teapot ready and waiting for him, a large mug beside it. He almost smiled at that, reaching out to pat the wall affectionately and murmur a quiet 'thank you'. He poured the tea into the mug, filling it almost the entire way, and returned to the console room. The door to the outside opened as he did so, revealing the beauties of deep space. It was obvious what the old girl wanted him to do. He sat down on the ledge of the door, long legs dangling into nothingness as he sipped quietly at his tea and leaned slightly against the door frame.
"It's just you and me now," he said quietly. "The last of our races." He drank more tea, letting out a humorless chuckle. "At least we have each other. The Time Lord and his TARDIS. More like the TARDIS and her Time Lord." He almost did smile this time, one hand reaching out to stroke the box fondly. "You take such good care of me."
The TARDIS hummed softly, sending quiet vibes of comfort and reassurance to the Doctor's mind. He leaned his head against the doorframe, letting his eyes close and taking in any bit of comfort he could from her.
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He must have accidentally fallen asleep, because when the Doctor came back to reality, the TARDIS was letting off warning tones and his tea was cold. He frowned, scrambling to his feet and closing the front door. "What's going on, hm?"
Scooting his cold tea off to the side where he couldn't accidentally step on it, the Doctor rushed over to the console, checking out the readings with a frown. "Pulled? Into where? There's nothing there!"
He scowled, looking them over again. "No, of course I don't doubt your readings. I trust you more than I trust me. It's just...there's nothing there to pull us in!"
He rushed out to open the front door again, peering out to see if he could spot anything. "Can't see anything this way..." He closed it, returning to the console and fighting with the controls. "Show me the other directions! Screen. Quickly!"
An image flickered onto the screen, showing the view from outside. The Doctor blinked in shock, shaking his head. "What..."
He ran his hands through his hair, tugging a little too hard and pulling out a few fluffy brown hairs. He jammed on his specs and went to work, furiously pummelling buttons and throwing levers in an attempt to get them free from the pull that had seized the TARDIS and was dragging her down.
"Come on, come on!"
It was no good. Any effort he made just wasn't enough to battle the force that had his blue box firmly in hold. Sparks went up from the console and he staggered back with a cry of shock and mild pain.
"No, no, no, no!"
He struggled for some control over the console, but the entire ship tipped sideways, throwing him hard against the wall. The Doctor's head collided hard with the paneling and he blinked, seeing stars. His vision blurred as his body slumped against the ground and he fought to clear his head.
"Wait...no..."
His insides twisted sickeningly and everything went black.