I do not own Doctor Who. Please R&R.
Anything. To. Lose
"Look at me, no plan, no backup, no weapons worth a damm. Oh and another thing I don't have Anything . . To . . .Lose"
That was a lie.
I try my best not to lie, after all honesty always seems to underpin good. The good guy doesn't tell lies. But that night, and many other nights, I had so much to lose.
Amy, Amelia Pond, the little girl who was not afraid. Never afraid, a flashing blue box lands in her garden. I clamber out of it like a mad frog chattering about apples, beans and bacon, and she took it all in her stride. How could I let that little girl down? How could I lose her and not leave part of myself behind?
River, the mysterious River Song, if I lost her I guarantee she would not let me hear the end of it. And if I lost her now I'd never found out who she was, is, was, crossing time streams screws up tenses.
The Tardis, I couldn't stand to see her in the hands the Cybermen, the Daleks or any of them. The remnants of a world that was once so great. Two old relics thats what we are.
I had things to lose that night. In fact I nearly lost all three.
But when you're facing star ships and spaceships, guns ready to vaporise you at a moment's notice. You never. Ever. Let on.