Author's Note: Just some drabble I wrote while trying to get out of writing a lengthy paper for English. It's really choppy and not exactly in character, but it's my first Doctor Who--so give me a break. I hope you enjoy it.
Disclaimer: Just note the "fan" in fanfiction.
Left Behind Series: The Doctor
She said she thought we had something special--something different...and I couldn't say anything. She asked if I was going to leave her behind like everyone else, and I let my emotions betray me for a moment. Blast stupid emotions. Look what they've given me.
I never got my chance to say it. Not once.
I can almost hear it. I can almost feel it. It's like a faint whisper, calling my name through time and space. She's calling me again. They all do—they always do. Until the day they breathe their last breath and then...nothing. Human life. As soon as it's begun, it's ended. As soon as you know you can't live without—she's gone. I told her it was the Curse of the Time Lords. It broke my heart to say it—to acknowledge its existence. But it had to be said. I didn't want to tell her that she would have to leave me, eventually. In fact I admit that I ignored the voice in my head that told me it would end. I convinced myself that she was different--that she could stay with me until the end. "If I worry about the future," I told myself, "I'll forget the present." Funny what love can do—even a Time Lord can forget about time. Even a Time Lord can hate time.
I realize I could have done something—I have the TARDIS after all. But what good would it have done, to go back—to change it all? It would still end the same way. She would still leave me.
So that's how it has to be. I have to fly solo now and then. Maybe I'll find a temporary companion from time to time—because I know she could never stay. Oh, she'd claim nothing could keep us apart, but when it comes down to it... What could ever keep us together? Humans with their silly emotions claim that "with love, anything can happen." Well I know love and I know the laws of time and space…and I say no. I don't want to think about that anymore... that's why I never mentioned Sarah Jane. That's why I never mention anyone. But I told Rose Tyler that she was different, and by everything that I know, she was. I figure it's the least I can do for her. I'll remember her...and yet.
I have to live on...alone. That's the curse of the Time Lords. Some might say it's fantastic, to do what I do...but in all reality they have something I can never have. To be a Time Lord is to be alone. To be left behind. Always.