This... is an angry fic. I am angry and the 11th Doctor is angry. WE are angry. Set after "Victory of the Daleks" or as I like to call it, "Victory of the Rainbow Pepperpots".
Steven Moffat, I hope you get sucked into a crack in the universe where all the people of said universe are Rose. Because, honestly... I think you deserve it.
"They always survive, while I lose everything."
It felt good to hit the Dalek.
He lets his mind drift back, back to so long ago when he had big ears and a worn leather jacket. He thinks that it had felt good to electrocute that Dalek. To cause it pain, just as it did to everything else.
"If you can't kill... Then what are you good for, Dalek? What's the point of you?"
The existence of the Daleks now was absurd. Absolutely ridiculous. His duplicate had destroyed them all, something that he had berated the copy for, though he had committed genocide so many times himself. Nevertheless, the absurdity of it all made his hearts ache.
"No, no, no, I won't let you get away this time! I won't!"
And he had let them go. Of course, the Earth was more important, it always was. But they had gotten away. And deep in the distant corners of his mind, something was stirring in the dark.
Donna...
He felt the anger bubbling in his veins, even as he fought to keep it inside. It wasn't simply anger, oh no. It was rage. Pure, unfiltered rage. Rage at the ridiculousness of the universe and how unfair it was. Rage at the disgusting things that were Daleks.
They had rendered Donna's sacrifice meaningless.
Rose had said that the timelines of the universe were converging on Donna, timelines that left life itself in her hands. She had been the one to keep the Daleks from detonating the reality bomb. She had been the one preventing the Daleks from hurting anyone else. She had been the one to think up the best way to send the planets back home where they belonged.
The reason that she was "destined" to become the DoctorDonna in the first place was to save the universe from them.
"And it's not fair!" He slams his hand abruptly on the TARDIS console. She doesn't feel it. Amy is asleep; the echo of the furious scream doesn't reach her.
It wasn't fair that Donna had to give up everything that she was for no reason. It wasn't fair that her memories were gone forever. And for what? So the whole universe could remember while she forgot? So that the whole universe could praise her brilliance while she spent the rest of her life wallowing in the fact that she finds herself worthless?
Donna Noble would rather have lived, the universe never knowing her name, than let the person she became die.
He knew that was the truth of the matter.
He hated it. It wasn't fair.
He stalked silently away into the bowels of the TARDIS, content to sleep in her unused room one more time.