Author's Note: Happy 50th Anniversary! I know I'm two days late. This is my little tribute to this amazing show and the incredible special that followed it. This fic will center around the 11th Doctor (Matt Smith) as well as several elements from the show, both classic and new series. Ships (because they will be present) will be noted in here in future chapters. Hope you all enjoy, feel free to follow/fav/review if you liked it!
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All of time and space...everything that ever happened or ever will... where do you want to end?
This was the Doctor's requiem as he stared out into the vast expanses of space and chuckled darkly.
River had long since gone, and he would never see Amy and Rory again.
He ruined everything.
But even that was too kind.
He destroyed everything-shattered lives into tiny, irreparable pieces.
Sighing, he made a silent vow to maroon his TARDIS on some distant planet, and live out the rest of his regenerations as a solitary man.
Something out of the corner of his eye caused him to gasp and jump, before turning around in a frenzy and exhaling in relief, reassuring him that there was nothing there.
Same old roundels, same old console whooshing up and down, Susan's coat hanging on the rack (the poor, dear, silly girl had forgotten it) and Steven's panda bear sitting on the chair.
Wait.
Roundels.
Console whooshing.
Panda bear.
This wasn't his TARDIS.
Jumping up, he looked around, before seeing him.
"It's you..." he said, incredulously.
"Well, I should most certainly hope so, my boy." came the reedy, half-laughing reply.
From the shadows emerged a slightly withered, but spirited figure. His hair was white and slightly long, and was clad in Victorian clothes as he drew nearer, holding his cane in one hand and using the other one to grasp his jacket.
"Are you a trick? A trap?" the Doctor said with suspicion, eying the older man.
"My dear boy, I wish I could tell you in detail. All I know is that I'm to give you a message."