Word Count: 543
A/N: Day twenty of a writing challenge.
Summary: Everyone trembles before Death. Everyone, that is, except for them.
Tremble
The Doctor has been alive for years; he's survived the ages, with only the occasional Regeneration changing anything. He's seen death, life, and those odd beings that are caught in between. Those creatures being the Weeping Angels; statues that are frozen with a gaze but move like the wind when ignored. They are The Constant, immortal. Beasts that would outlive everything in the universe, because they would be the creatures that destroyed everything. Because of the Weeping Angels The Doctor has found himself a bit wary of those that claim to be immortal, and turn out to be.
When The Doctor meets Harry Potter, the Master of Death, he is understandably worried. Rose was in the Tardis, a mere ten feet away, and if this immortal got passed him then she would be next. He couldn't allow that, he couldn't. So he takes out his sonic screwdriver, faces the unknown person, and prepares himself to fight. And maybe even die. Because he doesn't fear Death, no, he welcomes it. If he dies three more times; loses his eleventh, twelfth, and thirteenth Regeneration then it will all be over. He can finally rest.
So he doesn't fear death, neither does he fear this stranger. What he fears is being left alone. With only the echoing sounds of his own voice to answer him. It's another reason that he's wary of the Weeping Angels and all immortals. They are beings that are trapped in life; and being trapped in life for too long, with no end, can cause anyone to go crazy. So The Doctor is wary of these beings, because they're insane; and he's found through the years he's been alive that crazy things are to be feared. Because they have no restrictions, they have no self preservation as immortals.
The Doctor had met Harry head on, ready for battle, for anything really. What he hadn't expected though, what he hadn't been prepared for though was for the Master of Death to smile at him and wave. To greet him with polite words and a single question. "Are you the one Death speaks of?"
Because Harry had been alone, like all immortals ended up eventually, for to many years. He had floated in space, controlling and yet not commanding Death. He could ask Death questions and it had to answer, but, he could not force it to kill him; the one thing he wanted in all the world. So Harry asked questions, day in and day out. He talked to Death, finding out what he could never imagine; for centuries they discussed nothing and everything, touching on an array of topics. Until they finally ventured into those that had escaped Death, and one person came up more then once; The Doctor.
Death had said that The Doctor was almost immortal, that he was someone who craved Death. Who wished for Death to visit him for the final time. Harry listened intently while Death spoke, soaking up everything he could about The Doctor. Because The Doctor was someone who did not tremble before Death, he embraced it instead. The Doctor was someone who could understand, and so Harry set off to find the Time Lord. Leaving his servants domain for the first time in decades.