Title: The Doctor Muses
Series: First, 9th doctor, Rose
Summary: Idiotic. Humans. Have such fun with their guns and words. Opinionated them, but fallible, oh so fallible.
Note: Any and all grammatical wrongdoings, spacing, and tense changes in this are put in place on purpose, this is written in an odd style I've never done before, Thee are warned. Eth.
This is the first time I've written anything for this fandom, after three years of watching, reading, and listening to it, so any and all reviews are appreciated. Even the ones where you, ya know, critique me. Constructively.
It's this crazy new thing people are trying.
Idiotic. Humans. Have such fun with their guns and words. Opinionated them, but fallible, oh so fallible.
My God is your God.
You don't agree?
Bang Bang, you're dead.
It's odd that they became his favorite.
In all the places of all the worlds in this universe, he had to fall in love with Earth.
The tiny blue planet with the wide-eyed innocent sitting next to the axe-wielding big baddie, and no matter how many times the straw house gets blown down, and goods gobbled, they get built up again. Learning and living, straw to sticks to bricks,
But the war changed it.
The war changed him.
War changes all.
Now he's the big baddie. The big bad wolf.
He can feel it, hurtling through space, the Time War ending in a brilliant light show, his every atom ripping apart before binding itself back together binding him to life there is a change.
It takes him a whole case of glattofk aboard the Titanic (apparently he wasn't the only alien aboard that ship) before he realizes what was different with his regeneration.
The waste of life.
Oh, he's felt it before. So many adventures and so many weapons, to have not felt it would be a serious misconception. But the ruin of his race, THE TIME LORDS, was such a unimaginable, undeniable unyielding end
It begins to burn him.
And watching out for the humans, fixing their little galactic, meddling, troublesome and sometimes (well, always, more like) fatal problems, seemed so much more inconsequential than ever before.
But motions need to be gone through.
The TARDIS insisted upon it.
And humans need to be saved.
Especially the bright-eyed blonde ones.
Her appearance in his life was perfunctory and supposed to last saving her life and offer some clue about where what he was looking for was.
Therefore, he invited her upon the TARDIS. Twice.
The TARDIS smugly reminded him that he'd never done that before.
And The Doctor more then smugly reminded her that he's never seen a room so pink before.
They came to a standstill after that.
And as helpful as the ape was, as much that she divided his attention, made him laugh and have adventures, care more then needed, and have to be charming, there were only so many hours in the day, and humans, with their weaknesses, needed to sleep.
It seems this one liked to sleep especially.
And the part that burns in him, the part that hates himself, seems to dull in her presence, and magnify in her absence.
The bright-eyed beauty is still chatting to the big bad wolf, and the wolf feels himself being redeemed.
But that burning, aching feeling.
It never leaves.
And in some twisted way, he hopes it never does.
END.
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