I have recently become - well, actually, re-become a massive Doctor Who fan. And I thought, 'This show is seriously sad. It's a heartbreaker.'
And it is. Every single series has at least one sad moment (Personally, I think that series 4 had the most.). Anyway, I have decided that it is a great fandom to get rid of all me sad and depressing emotions.
So, from now on, this story will become a series of one-shots, all featuring some sad scene, or combining a couple. Basically, just Doctor Who and sadness.
Sound good?
Ok, well here's the first one that has been up for a while. It is a one-shot about the Doctor losing all his companions. It describes the pain he felt with each one. This one is still called They Break My Hearts.
It happens just before the Christmas special, The Snowmen, and after Angels Take Manhattan.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the described people, monsters or places.
Key:
Memories: Normal
Present Time/Doctor in TARDIS: Italics
TARDIS: Bold
They Break My Hearts
The Doctor stared unseeing at the TARDIS console. Little Amelia Pond, The Girl Who Waited, was gone. Forever. Just like so many others.
Memories arose, bringing with them the emotional pain that he had tried so hard to forget.
Maybe it was time to face them.
Rose Tyler – he remembered the first word he said to her. 'Run', then he grabbed her hand and ran, pulling her away from the walking dummies. He remembered her curiosity, and the time when he told her that he could feel the Earth turning. Then, later, her rescuing him from the living plastic, and running towards him and the TARDIS.
They had faced so much together – the end of the world, gas spirits, the empty child, the rift in time, even the Daleks. She had been with him when he regenerated, and had come to trust the new face on the old Doctor. They had defeated Sycorax, krilitines, Cassandra and the diseased, a werewolf, clockwork creatures and the Cybermen. He had felt so desperate when she became a victim of the Wire, and thought he had lost her to the black hole on the impossible planet.
He was so glad he had been wrong.
The Doctor shuddered before plunging back into his memories. He knew what was coming next. It was one of the worst times in his life.
They had been captured by Torchwood – him, Rose and Jackie. The Cybermen were coming back, and the Daleks were too. To save the Earth, the Doctor had been forced to open the Void. Cybermen and Daleks alike had been sucked in.
Then Rose started to slip. He remembered half screaming her name, and he watched her get pulled towards the Void. But Pete, her dad had saved her by taking her to an alternate universe.
Where the Doctor couldn't get her.
That was the first time his hearts broke. His last message to her had been cut short, and he never got to tell her that he loved her.
The last Timelord wrenched himself away from those painful memories. 'She's gone. She's happy.' he whispered, before returning to his mind.
He saw her – black hair, dark skin, brown eyes. Martha Jones, a doctor in training. He first met her on the moon, with the Judoon and the 'vampire'. He had offered her one trip.
The Doctor smiled sadly. One trip. It had never been that. He saw that fact now.
In that 'one trip' they had seen Shakespeare, visited the Face of Boe in New Earth, and watched him die. They defeated more Daleks, and stopped the monster Lazarus. After that, Martha had become a proper companion.
The hardest thing for Martha had been when, to escape the Family of Blood, he turned human. She watched as his human self fell in love, despite being in love with him herself.
After the mess with the Weeping Angels, they went to the end of the universe with Captain Jack Harkness. It was there that the Doctor had found the Master.
Back in 21st century Earth, they found that the Master was Harold Saxon, the Prime Minister. Martha had journeyed around the world on foot, to save the Doctor and the rest of the Earth.
She was almost braver than Rose.
And yet, she chose to leave him and his hearts broke for the second time.
The Doctor remembered what he had felt. Confusion - what had he done wrong? Sadness - it was his fault that her family was broken. Loneliness - he had been counting on having Martha to lean on for a little while, until he got used to the idea that he was the last of his kind again. But it wasn't to be.
The second time he found Donna Noble went towards healing his broken hearts. She was good for him – he knew that. She kept him from going too far, taught him to stop.
Together they saved a family from Pompeii, the Oods, and returned to Earth to save Martha and the rest of the world from the Sontarens' plan. He had offered Martha to come with them again, but she still refused.
Then the TARDIS took them to a planet in war. Another heartbreak was in store for him. He gained a daughter – and lost her.
The pain was worse than anything else he had felt before.
Tears began running down his face.. Jenny was gone. Her two hearts hadn't been enough to save her. His own felt like they had been ripped out of his chest.
He and Donna had met Agatha Christie, and figured out the reason for her disappearance and memory loss.
Then there was the Library. River Song, a mysterious woman who knew everything about him – more than what he had told any of his companions. Donna Noble 'leaving' the Library. And the death of River, who he barely knew, but was happy to sacrifice herself for him. At least he had managed to save her in the end.
He had taken Donna to an alien market, and she created an alternate universe under the control of a fortune teller. She had come back, and told him she had seen Rose. The message from her was 'Bad Wolf'.
At first he was overjoyed – Rose was coming back! But then the Daleks had come too. He had been forced by Davros to see all the deaths he had caused all over again.
His body shook as he saw their faces flash by. 'I'm sorry. I didn't mean to. I wanted to save you' he tried to tell them. But he knew it was his fault. Rory had been right. He did make people want to be heroes.
Donna had absorbed his cleverness while accidently creating a human version of him. She had saved them all, but the information had been too much for her brain. To save her he had taken all of her memories of him, and the wonderful things they had done.
By now, his hearts were nearly in pieces. So many died, or left him.
And so he left, trying to find somewhere away from the pain. But it followed him wherever he tried to save someone, until he accepted that he had to die. He said goodbye to everyone he had known, and regenerated.
The Doctor was crouched in a ball on the floor of the TARDIS. Tears streamed down his face as he remembered them all. All those that he had lost. His tenth incarnation had suffered so much. But there was still more.
Amelia Pond. The little girl who waited for the strange man in a box who ate fish fingers and custard to take her away. Amy Pond, who left on the eve of her wedding to Rory. The girl that the universe seemed to rotate around. They had fought Daleks, Weeping Angels, his darker side, Silurians and even met Van Gogh.
Then she died. She died twice actually. The first time had been when the Pandorica opened, and when the universe started to collapse on itself.
She had brought him back from the dead, and he took her and Rory away together. They did so much, the three of them.
But the Weeping Angels ruined it all.
Rory had been trapped in a paradox created by the Angels. He died an old age, but without Amy. Amy couldn't stand the idea of him growing old without her, and so when Rory was sent back the last time, she went with him. The Doctor was devastated.
He rocked back and forth on the TARDIS floor, tears still snaking down his face. His hearts weren't broken, they were shattered. He had lost so much, all because of the universe he tried so hard to save. If this was his reward, the universe would have to save itself. He would no longer do it.
The tears on the Timelord's face dried and his face hardened as he stood up. He had made a decision. No more would he save the universe. He would find a place to stay, and grow old.
The TARDIS saw all this, and was worried. She didn't like seeing her thief in pain, and he obviously was. As he stood, and that hard expression came onto his face, she frowned mentally. Something inside her thief was wrong. The Timelord wasn't the cheerful, boyish self that he normally was. That person was locked away, deep inside him under layers of pain and grief.
Through time, the TARDIS saw terrible things would come of this, and so she looked through the entire universe, every crack in time, to find a person or thing to heal her thief. With a whir of relief, she found them.
And so, when the Timelord pulled the lever that would take him away, the TARDIS took him to 1940s London, Earth.
Any of you cry when the Doctor took Donna's memories? When River died? When Jenny died? I did... :'(
BTW, I meant in the episodes, not in my story.
Reviews? For the sake of all those poor companions?
This one I'm not entirely happy with, but the next few will be better, I promise. :)
Goodbye, fellow Whovians
NightSand
