I've finally gotten around to writing a Doomsday story! I'm a bit excited if you can't tell. Enjoy! Disclaimer- I type most of my stuff on public computers. If I owned Doctor Who, I don't think that would happen.
He stands, leaning against the white wall, pressed against it, listening for any sounds, knowing they will never come. This isn't real. It can't be. She can't be gone. This has happened before; She's left and he thought that she was gone, but then she would come back. Always. She can't not come back. It would destroy the order of the universe if she didn't come back.
'This universe.' A voice in his head says. ' No! Shut up!" He thinks. ' Shut up, shut up, shut up!' He hits the wall, ignoring the throbbing pain that results. That doesn't matter right now. He's not sure if anything matters right now. He doesn't feel like it does. He doesn't seem to feel anything.
Numb.
And all of a sudden, he's in the TARDIS, walking around the console. When did that happen? He doesn't remember walking back, doesn't remember opening the door, doesn't remember moving. Doesn't remember it and still doesn't feel it. He's walking, but he only knows that because he can see the motion. He can't feel his legs working beneath him. He sees his hand flip a switch without making the conscious decision to do so.
How did he let this happen? How could he let this happen? He could save the Earth, could save the whole God damned universe if he so pleased, but he couldn't save the people he cared about. Never has been able to, never will be able to. And it's cost him. Again.
Vworp, vworp
He hears the familiar noise and it vaguely registers in the back of his mind that the TARDIS is now in the Time Vortex, leaving Torchwood behind. Leaving her behind.
No. He thinks. She was already left behind. She was left behind the moment she let go of the handle. He should have protected her. He should have let go with her. He never should have let her come back to this universe.
He never should have let her on the TARDIS.
When he finally cares enough to glance at the screen in front of him, he realizes that he's not in the Vortex at all, rather, he was drifting in deep space. He finds this slightly interesting, but not really. Right now, the thought that's half way drifting through his mind is that he didn't say good-bye. He needs to do that. He could do it. There's an idea in the back of his mind that just might work. Not very well, and not for very long, but it might work.
With his half-formed plan, it seems as if he starts to feel again, slowly becoming more and more conscious of the world around him again. He works his way around the console, adjusting dials and levers, his idea becoming more formulated with every act. He flips one more switch and the entire haphazard plan lurches into motion.
He's off to find a star.
Yup. Just had to get that out. Not super sure about it, but I do sort of like it and it wanted to be posted. A review would make my day! So, thanks for reading, have a great day, and DFTBA!