Anything that looks familiar isn't mine.
Author's Notes: His two hearts broke at the end of Journey's End. I know it. And I had to make this a 200 word instead of 100. There's just too much to say.
The TARDIS is warm and smiling around him. Of course, She isn't, really, she hasn't a face to smile with. But she is smiling at him all the same, telling him he did the right thing.
"Brilliant, she was," he whispers. "Most brilliant temp in the universe. Having a bit of me lodged in her brain helped… but she was brilliant before that, too."
The console lights flash at him, as if to shout Hurry up, hurry up! Don't stand around moping! Let's get on with it! But the Doctor doesn't even feel like traveling; he feels ill.
Binary-binary-binary — ALONS-Y!
He had felt almost… not so alone, when she was here. She held every impossibility, every anomaly, every single paradox in her hands… juggled them like an expert, too. She was just so him — Time Lord with a dash of human. That's exactly how he knew she was wrong, too — her "DoctorDonna" existence, that is. He was the last of the Time Lords, and it would stay that way. The sudden warmth he felt at a "true" companion… her equality was as erroneous and as amiss as the metacrisis itself.
It had to be done.