So, this is a new fic! It's going to be a series of one shots which focus on how the Doctor things and why and what he thinks in various points. So, I do take suggestions! They'll not be too long. 500 words plus mostly, is the plan but who knows?
Heather
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dannifielding asked you:
I have a suggestion for your new fic. I always liked 'Well, you say that as if it's a bad thing. But honestly, it's the best thing there is.' From the Doctor's Wife. Dunno if it's any good, but there ya go :)
'Well, you say that as if it's a bad thing. But honestly, it's the best thing there is.'
The Doctor gave a smile at that, pausing before speaking the words. He wasn't thinking of what to say, that was not the reason for the pause. No, it was the sheer truth of them. A boy and his box, off to see the universe. And what they had seen…
They had seen so much; so many stars and so many planets. Amelia Pond's words reminded him that he was never quite lonely, no matter how much it seemed like it, in those darkest of days. He knew now, that she had always been there, always supported him, always carried him away from the pain, onto the next great adventure.
When he lost Rose, she was there to hum mournfully beside him whilst he cried. When Martha exited the TARDIS, she'd taken him to the Eye of Orion, a place he'd taken Martha, and he sat with the thermos of good tea and watched it rain. When Donna had left him, the TARDIS had let the Doctor grieve, taking him to orbit the Earth, thousands of mile above that Chiswick hill. He'd sat outside, looking at the moon in front of him, and cried. When he was facing his death, facing the Master, she was there singing his song. She'd known exactly what he needed, always; from a cup of tea to change of desktop theme. All he had endured, so had she. More in some cases. All that pain. There was an old Earth saying that briefly crossed his mind. If these walls could talk. Oh, they had. For one brief, shining adventure, they had talked. The boy and his box. She had put him first still. Always did.
That boy and his box had aged so much now, and been through so much, and he had forgotten. Forgotten how it all had started, that rush, that awe of seeing that pristine console for the first time. Talking had brought it all back. It was always them, in the end. Together till the end, definitely.
His friends will all turn to dust, they were all dust. Time was relative in the TARDIS. In some places, they weren't born; others, they were long dead. He didn't focus on it, never did, not if he could help it. But it was hard- so hard. The TARDIS, his old girl, was his one constant companion, the one that would never go away. The Doctor remembered the times he thought the TARDIS was lost to him- like with Davros and Donna was still inside. The pain and loss. All of it, almost soul destroying. To lose her forever was inconceivable to him now.
He would be nothing without his box.
So, it was the best thing, and he told Amelia Pond and Rory Williams that with a proud beam of a smile, only slightly bashful. It was the best thing ever. In the entire universe.
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