Sorry. I watched The Doctor's Wife and... Gah! I needed to get it out of my head. So bear with me it'd this sucks, yeah?
Disclaimer: Own this? Hah! I invented this! *note the sarcasm. In actuality, I do not own Doctor Who. If I did, I would trip Moffat every time he walked into the room. Eeevvvvviiiiillllll.
"Structure failing!"
"There is young life on board, I repeat-"
"Help us!"
"If anyone can hear us, send a message o the High Council of the Time Lords on the planet Gallifrey!"
"Help us!"
The voices went on and o. The Doctor recognized some of them.
Had grown up with them.
Had led the into battle.
He recognized them:
His friends
His team
His mentors
All crying out for help and he couldn't.
They were gone
Long gone.
Long dead.
The Doctor could pick out the panicked tones of Pische, a young man- in the Doctor's eyes- who had served with him during the war. He had gone missing and they had assumed he had deserted, like the Doctor would soon after. But Pische hadn't. He was trying to get a signal through.
He had been trying to get back.
They had never known.
There were few on Gallifrey who kept their children. It was difficult to explore and watch history being made with children around. They sent their children to the Academy, them forgot about them. It was cold, but it was the way of the Time Lords. Most did it. But the Doctor knew a family, who went by the name of Cíerres, who had not given away either one of their children. They were part if the few who took their children with them when they travelled. Wen they went missing, the Council had assumed that they were trying to save their children and themselves.
But they hadn't.
House had done this.
The Doctor was over 900 years old, and he'd never seen anything this vile, this cruel.
House had done this.
He had stripped the Time Lords of who they were.
Taking their homes.
Taking their bodies.
Then eating whatever was left.
IT WAS SICK.
He killed the Time Lords to preserve his... Toys.
He killed members of a dying, powerful race
... For entertainment.
The Cíerres
Corsair
Pische
All of his friends and family ... Gone.
And he had had hope.
Now that too.
Gone.
House had done this.
House was going to regret this.
And he would feel pain
A thousand fold.
Of that which he had done to the Time Lords.
He so swore it.
And it was done, but it wasn't enough.
His people were already gone.
Long gone.
Long dead.
