It's a secret that no one tells / One day it's heaven, one day it's hell / And it's no fairytale, take it from me / That's the way it was meant to be / You will fly and you will crawl / God knows even angels fall / No such thing as you lost it all / God knows even angels fall / You laugh, you cry, no one knows why / But, oh, the thrill of it all
Even Angels Fall – Jessica Riddle
Falling.
They always fell, everything fell.
He fell from the sky. He'd always been falling, falling, falling. Falling ever since he left Gallifrey. He fell from the good graces of the Time Lords and fell to Earth. On Earth he fell from person to person, human to human, and it never stopped.
Every person fell away from him.
Nine hundred years of falling, and then he fell further and longer than ever before.
Fire fell from the sky, ships crashed, children were screaming, melting, dying. Then the Daleks and the Time Lords fell, and he was left behind, fallen victor, winning as he spiraled down, down, down, down.
Rose pulled him up so high it felt like he was flying, flying through time and space.
She fell away from him.
He pushed Martha away, made her fall.
He wasn't the last of the Time Lords anymore, even if it was the Master. It didn't matter, he wasn't alone.
And hope fell at the hands of a human girl.
Donna was hope again, fire, but not anger, a wild light that danced and seemed to cast light into the darkest corners.
He made her fall into nothing.
He fell so very far, history repeating all over again. He fell, the Time Lords fell, hope fell again and again and he fell into boiling golden light.
Ponds.
Ponds, Ponds, glorious Ponds. Ponds couldn't fall, only rain could fall and they weren't rain, they were Ponds.
Ponds died in his dreams.
Ponds died in the center of the Earth.
Ponds died at Stonehenge. Ponds died at the Pandorica. Ponds died in Utah. Ponds died so many times, so many could-have-beens.
Ponds died as they fell from a rooftop while he screamed their names.
Hope died as they woke up in a graveyard, only to die at the hands of an angel.
Ponds fell.
But Clara, Clara, Clara! Smart like Rose, intelligent like Martha, fire like Donna and so very Pond. She was hope, she was new, she was alive.
But he had fallen too many times. The universe didn't care, so he didn't care about the universe. None of it mattered. It didn't matter.
But Clara was smart. Clara followed him to his palace in the clouds. Clara found Vastra and Jenny and Strax. Clara said Pond.
Clara was new.
Clara was fire, she was hope, she was brilliant. No, she was magnificent.
Smaller on the outside. Clara was different.
Clara liked to bake souffles, and her voice.
Clara took the TARDIS key.
Clara fell from the clouds.
Hope lay broken on the ground. Fire lay extinguished, heart lay still, no longer flying.
Everything fell.
Everything always fell.