Authors Note: I own nothing unfortunatly. If I did. Well Paul McGann would get more screen time.
A ficlet about the Eleventh Doctor's thoughts just before his "birth."
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The Dark Abyss
I've been here to long. Inside this black abyss of shadows and memories.
I came into existence the moment he stepped into that booth, and flipped the switch. The product of unimaginable agony and maybe, just maybe a little bit of pride. I can see his thoughts. If he has to go he's going to go on his terms and what better way to end a life than by saving Wilf? But he's not willing to go yet.
Years ago, oh so many hundreds of years ago, when I was little more than a child, unaware of the magnificent universe outside the comforting walls of the Citadel, I looked into the Untempered Schism. What I saw terrified me. I saw every fight I would ever have, every monster I would ever face. So I ran in fear, I ran and I've never stopped running. But no matter how far I went trouble always found me. And soon I stopped fearing it. The universe is a frightening place and sometimes the monsters need putting back under the bed.
But now he's running for a different reason. He doesn't want to let go, and why should he. This body has done so many wonderful things, met so many wonderful people. But no matter how far he runs, his time is up. The clocks winding down. A new man will soon be putting the monsters in their place.
Here it comes. I can feel it, but it's different this time. He's fighting it even to the end. Guess I have to respect him for that, but what does this mean for me? Will I be whole? No time for that now though. My birth is a flash of light and pain like I have never experienced in all my lives. The first things I see are flames; the first thing I hear is the Cloister Bell. I stumble slightly and then.
Legs. I've still got legs.
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