Disclaimer: If I owned anything, the Doctor and River would get their own spin-off. You would not be happy. Well, you might.
The Doctor walks the length of the metal road in his pajamas. Right foot, left foot, repeat, he tells himself.
That's all anything is anymore. He has to show his body how to move; command it to function properly.
He doesn't blame himself for not obeying him. He's such a mess.
The Doctor nears a puddle and slows as he reaches it. His dirty hair is disheveled, his navy nightwear wrinkled, his face swollen and drooping from crying.
He looks so old, but he feels even older.
Tonight is the first night in a week he's even been outside of the TARDIS.
But it's just too quiet in there now. So many thoughts not spoken; so many things not done. It's driven him to the brink of insanity.
He sighs and stops, running his long fingers up his face and through his hair.
He closes his eyes, just for a moment, and his mind torments him with the memories of that particular afternoon...
He begged her to stay, pleaded, sobbed her name. He could taste the hot tears running down his cheeks as he asked her one more time.
"Come along, Pond. Please."
"Raggedy Man..." Amy started, fiery hair glistening. She turned around. Her face was pale with dread; her eyes, red from crying, bored into him. He reached out to her, to touch her, to hold her, to kiss the top of her head as he had done so many times before.
"...Goodbye." And she was gone, just like that.
He faced the stone figure that brought his downfall. His knees buckled and he fell to the ground, arms still outstretched. He brought them to his chest and sobbed aloud, barely aware of his trembling wife struggling to keep her eyes open as she pulled him up...
And that is too much for him to bear; he opens his eyes and hears a screech.
Survival instincts kick in and he struggles to flee the track, flee like he has so many times before.
But this time, he's stuck. His foot is caught in one of the rungs, and he trips into the path of the oncoming train.
The wind is crushed out of him as his body is torn into countless pieces, taking the shape of his soul.
Breathe.
Breathe.
He cannot breathe.
White, red, black.
And pain.
Searing, endless pain.
And then, nothing.
Maybe, if he's lucky, he'll see his Pond in the next life.
Hey, thanks for reading! I hope you enjoyed this!
I am starting a series of Eleven/River one-shots that will be inspired by words from a fez.
Okay, let me rephrase that.
I'm going to put a bunch of words into a fez, pick one at random each day, write a one-shot inspired by that word, and post it HERE.
I have around fifteen so far, so if you want to contribute to the fez, then by all means, contribute to the fez. Comment or PM with a word or several words. Each one goes into the felt red hat, and each one will come out as a story! I'll even put your name on the other side of the word so I can give you credit.
~Arianna x