A new plot bunny has struck! And this is the result. I've been stuck on Iron Man, so this is an interesting break from all that Tony and Pepper.
I don't know the Doctor's real name. I didn't park the TARDIS in the driveway outside. I don't use a sonic screwdriver to open the door to my car every morning. Basically, I don't own the show.
Many thanks to my beta, Katy Faraday. She just wrote a Lost fic called "There's No Place Like Home" and it's really good. If you are a fan of Lost, I would definitely recommend it. This fic is here: .net/s/6784387/1/Theres_No_Place_Like_Home
And this one is for Nani, aka roguelane, for discussing this fandom and many others with me. :)
Reflections of a Time Lord
906 years is a long time. Long enough for the past and present and future to blend together. He isn't quite sure what time period he's from anymore, and even his age is just a guess. In his head, memories combine and mingle until he's not sure which he has truly experienced and which he has dreamed. Thanks to trillions of years of evolution, his Time Lord mind is made for this, made to have the ability to withstand the assault of memories and thoughts and the convergence of time. But something about the blurry recollections bothers him. He would like to remember everything more clearly, but he can't.
He wonders if he'll ever slow down. Probably not. There's just too much out there, too much to learn and explore and discover. Even after nearly a millennium, he is still learning new things. He remembers the way he felt the first time he traveled to a new place in one of those magnificent machines of his homeworld. His instructor had treated him to a trip in a new TARDIS to witness the death of a star. He remembers standing in the doorway, eyes wide and young hearts beating fast as he watched the brilliant spectacle of a supernova.
Every time he visits a new place, he feels that sense of excitement, the fascination and understanding he only gains from knowledge. Even after all this time, in some aspects, he still feels like that 87 year-old child of Gallifrey, peering through the door of a TARDIS as a star explodes in the distance.
And he's worried that if he does slow down, everything will catch up with him: the running, the old enemies, the pain of remembering friends lost along the way. He is lonely, lost, and tired, but he covers it up with wit and cleverness. It's a pretense that he has kept up for so long that that calm, sharp, slightly distant personality has become him.
But he doesn't know how much longer he can keep it up.
Yeah, read and review, if you have time.