He's like fire and ice and rage. He's like the night, and the storm in the heart of the sun. He's ancient and forever. He burns at the center of time and he can see the turn of the universe. And... He's wonderful.

Tim Latimer's words played themselves over and over in the Time Lords head.

He was like fire. He was warm and friendly but if you got to close you would burn and be destroyed like most of his companions and friends even his planet in the end.

He was like ice. He was cold and frosty to those he hated and those he got too close to so they would not be burnt. He had the fragile look of ice but was as hard as ice.

He was rage. He could stare down worlds and watch them burn because of doing one little thing wrong. He was not merciful he had been but not anymore, no second chances.

He was like the night. So dark and shrouded in mystery, he welcomed people but scared them away just as much. Only the bravest or stupidest of people would find him in his dark and they would become his light.

He was the storm in the heart of the sun. Never caring who he hurt but always remembering. Hot to the touch and even hotter when you got to whom he really was. He was always there standing over you like a lonely angel just watching.

He's ancient and forever. He was to humans he supposed, the life time of a Time Lord seemed like forever to them. Jack's older than him now, but he has a time machine he will be traveling the universe forever.

He burns at the centre of time. He has changed so many lives. He plays god with us mortals changing people and commanding them when he wishes, choosing who dies and who lives. Except when he doesn't and all is taken from him and then in a fit of rage he kills an entire planet in his rage.

He can see the turn of the universe. It's maddening and beautiful. Only he can see it now the Masters gone.

And he's wonderful. And he is. He saves so many lives and never stops, he never stays, he never askes to be thanked. All he wants is a friend and to be able to save everything.