Midnight – The Doctor's Saviour
You can tell I don't own it, because I'm here.
In which the Doctor is remembered.
And because he's so dumb in this episode. I mean, come on! John Smith? Really? Pur-lease! I'm going to keep the let's-get-near-it bit the same, but only because if I change too much 10'll go OOC.
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"Perhaps you could tell us your name." Professor Hobbes suggested, though the Doctor could tell by the tone of voice that it was more of a demand.
"What does it matter?" The Doctor asked weakly. John Smith wouldn't work this time...
"Then tell us," the attendant demanded.
"I... Theta Sigma." It was the truth, technically, though he hadn't used that name since the Academy. Dee Dee inhaled sharply, a look of shock on her face. All eyes turned to her.
"What is it?" the Professor said flippantly.
"I- I remember that name. Out of a poem my mum told me when I was a kid." Dee Dee answered softly, her eyes far away.
"Tell us!" Val cried, obviously wanting answers. She had been hysterical since the lights turned out...
"Al- alright. Theta Sigma, the Oncoming Storm, Doctor turned warrior, to fight in the war." Dee Dee recited.
The Doctor froze. He remembered this. A planet he saved from Sontarans wrote it about him. So that you will be remembered, they had said. She continued.
"Lonely God, the universe he roams, no planet, no race, no place to call home. Silence, silence, no noise in his head, a nightmare for telepaths, by his hand his home's dead. Last of the Time-Lords where is your name..." Dee Dee faltered.
"I never learnt the end." she shrugged, eyes sad, "My mum said that only the person that it was talking about would." So that we could find him, she left unsaid.
"Hidden in a lost language, in the Medusa Cascade." The Doctor finished softly, and all eyes were on him.
"I- it's you! It's about you- t- the poem. You're the last Time-Lord." Dee Dee stuttered slightly (she seemed rather bright, and quick-thinking, and though she had jumped to the conclusion, it was correct), a look of sadness mingled with shock on her face. The other's faces were similar, though Jethro broke them out of their reverie.
"Hey!" Jethro cried. "It's stopped! She's no longer talking- it's stopped!"
"He's right!" exclaimed the Professor. "It has!"
The Doctor looked over at the thing that used to be Sky. It's eyes were still wide open, regarding them with an unblinking stare, a faint smirk lingering around the corners of it's mouth.
"Has it?" He questioned cautiously, and Sky spoke with him.
Dee Dee sucked in a breath. "I- I think, Doctor, that it's only you."
The others agreed, and all that had happened before seemed to have vanished in light of this new revelation.
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"It's gone it's gone it's gone," He repeated his mantra, trying to block out the memories of the dark and the cold and the utter helplessness he had felt while in the grasp of that monster. "It's gone it's gone it's gone it's gone it's gone."
He leant back against the seat, and flinched slightly when he felt someone's hand on his shoulder. He looked up to see Dee Dee watching him with anxiety on her face.
"You're obviously not alright," she said softly, "but are you gonna be ok?"
The Doctor gave her a weak imitation of a smile. "I'm the king of OK. I'll be fine." She nodded, half-believing him, and for a while, he did too.
"The hostess," he asked the room at large, "what was her name?" But no-one knew the name of the girl that died to save them.
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