A/N: I saw The God Complex for the first time recently, and this short little piece was the result. I've been toying with the idea of a one-shot where Rose- the real Rose- was at the hotel, too. You know, a reunion fic of sorts. However, I saw a spoiler {SPOILER ALERT!} that said that there was a crack in the Doctor's room, and that's what he saw, so I wasn't sure writing a fic where Rose is somehow in his room would be well received. Let me know in a review is that idea is something you would like to see, or if it's not worth following up on.
Anyway, enough with my rambling. Enjoy this (pathetically) short drabble.
"They didn't want just me. So you must believe in some god, or someone, or they'd have shown you the door, too."
Room 11. The Doctor's worst fear, pent up in one hotel room to exploit his own faith. Amy was smart, to figure that one through. Not that the Doctor wanted to be faced with that question, but one could honestly say Amy was a quick thinker.
"So what do Time Lords pray to?"
If only it were that simple. But when was it ever simple with the Doctor? Time Lords were hardly the most religious of species, as it was.
However, it could never be said that this specific Time Lord wasn't a little special. He did believe in something- or rather, someone. The system hadn't counted on one glitch, though. To exploit one's faith, one had to believe that who you believed in could help you, solve your problem in some way, save you.
When the Doctor looked in his room, he wasn't converted. His "someone" couldn't help him, couldn't solve his problems, and couldn't save him.
Not anymore.
"I've seen fake gods and bad gods and demigods and would-be gods. And out of all that, out of that whole pantheon, if I believe in one thing—just one thing—I believe in her."
