I just found this on my laptop - I wrote it about 6 months ago. Hope you enjoy.


The Moment had always been the last resort.

But that is what it had come to.

We detonated it together.

It wouldn't ever be solely his burden.

I would make sure that nothing again would ever be solely his burden.

But the strain of it had been too heavy upon his body.

I turned away as he regenerated in a fit of golden light.

He was born in blood and in battle and in hate.

And his mind would be shattered by the loss of his people.

His mind would be shattered by his murder of his people.

Blood ran down my face, down my arms, down everywhere.

It wasn't all mine, but it didn't all belong to someone else either.

My mind was disintergrating, but one single thought remained at the forefront of my mind.

The Doctor (My Doctor) lay motionless on the ground, another new face upon another new body.

I had to save him.

I reached up onto the console and pulled a single lever.

The TARDIS is telepathic.

My Doctor told me so the very first day I walked through those doors.

I have heard her more and more over these past years.

And on this day, she heard me as well.

So she took us to a place, possibly the only place, that could truly help either of us now.

A place that could heal us.

A place that (in another life where I never fought in this blasted War) I may have begun to call home.

It was when we landed that another thought drifted through my fragmented mind.

She was sick.

She needed to heal just as much as we did.

As the Doctor had watched his people burn, so had she watched as her sisters' burnt.

And if she was too heal, we needed to get out, lest we be consumed.

I grabbed his still hands and pulled him backwards.

It took every last piece of my effort.

My head was begging for sleep.

My magic was refusing to help.

My life was ebbing away every second I was stood.

I had promised her I would protect him.

And though I had not promised, I would give my life happily for him.

For his continued survival.

The silence in my head seemed to be getting louder.

I had grown used to the continuous faint babble of noise in the back of my head.

It was gone.

It had ended in a cacophany of screaming.

Of adults dying and screaming and crying.

Of children dying and screaming and crying.

Of everyone dying and screaming and crying and screaming and screaming and screaming and SCREAMING.

SHUT UP! I yell back. IT WASN'T MY FAULT! LEAVE ME ALONE!

And they did in the worst possible way.

He was alone now.

Alone except for me.

The silence was destroying my mind.

The silence would be obliterating his.

I reached for the tall brown wooden doors.

They were familiar once.

I knocked four times.

Then four more.

I fell limply to the floor, my Doctor falling with me.

The door opened.

I struggled to keep my eyes open.

It was a woman, with red hair.

I opened my mouth and tried to speak.

Tried to tell her to save him first.

I'm not as important.

He has to live.

But I had suceeded.

I had ensured his continued survival.

I smiled as I closed my eyes.

The blackness overtook my mind.

And I knew no more.


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Mia