Doctor Who: Echoes of Time
Prologue.
His fists balled as the energy began to seep from his very veins. Shakily his breaths began to come; each and every last harder to draw. This was the end.. It was the end of the man he had come to love being. His family..his human family.. he had had to say goodbye.. again. How long would he keep going on like this? How long must he be so alone.. Every time someone became close, he destroyed them.. Every time he had learned to love, something had made the universe say no. Looking down at his shaky hands, the Doctor's eyes began to fill with moisture. He had tried to deny it, he had tried to ignore that it was actually happening. But each visit after he had taken in the radiation had sealed his fate.. He was dying, he was dying and there was nothing he could do about it. The glowing energy began to wrap his skin it its vast healing wave, pouring over him like a tidal wave. Something entered his mind as he felt the regeneration take over..something someone had said, but he could not remember who.. 'The pain we feel for the deeds we have done will equal the good we have planted in others…' The tears spilled out from his eyes now as he prayed to the heavens. But it was for no use.. He was already beginning to change.. His throat stuck as he finally admitted.. The Doctor finally admitted why the change was coming so hard.. "I don't want to go…" His skin felt like they were being engulfed by flames, each licking away the deadly radiation that was killing his flesh.. The energy swept about the Tardis, sending the machinery into complete and utter oblivion..Everything was burning…
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She awoke with a start, the scream upon her lips still lingering. House care takers rushed into her room, the two females that stayed with her petting and fretting over her. Their accents were thick, rich Italian. "Madam, this is your third dream this week..Are you sure you do not wish to take your alimentals?" Slowly their mistress shook her head, mopping the sweat away from her forehead. "No, thank you, Delise.. It is just an over active imagination.. " Bowing, the women exited the room, slowly closing the door. As soon as they had, she moved for the large, bay window. It was a crystal clear night, the soft winds of Venice blowing in from the canal. Violet eyes blinked slowly against the moonlight, soft, brown locks blowing back across her shoulder. Looking down into the even now, busy street, she sighed. Nothing ever happened..nothing ever changed.. Nothing..wait. A woman with red hair flew down the streets in a flurried run, a male behind her as fast as he could. The girl below was several stories down, and was shouting something furiously. A storm was coming from the opposite direction, seemingly out of nowhere.. As she flung open the double door window, Dawn Smith felt her breath catch in her throat. Then again, she had not been called Dawn Smith since River had left her in this period… None the less, Lady Diana Mantuana leaned forwards out of her window, listening to the delightfully dreadful word that the young red head below kept screaming.
"Doctor!
DOCTOR!"