Three Sisters

by drox

Short and surreal EighthDoctor regeneration fic. With Time War references and generous portions of angst. Because Eight gives great angst. Rated for violence and... are death and regeneration 'adult themes' ? I don't know either.

1. death

Disclaimer: The Doctor belongs to the BBC. The three sisters belong to Paul Cornell, IIRC. None of them belong to me.

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Three Sisters
chapter one: death
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"I suppose I should have expected you'd be here."

"I suppose you should have," Death replied.

He considered the state of his legs. "I'm afraid you're going to have to lead the dance this time."

"I'm not going to dance with you."

He tilted his head quizzically. It was about all the movement he could manage.

"You cheated me, so I'm not going to dance with you," she sniffed. Death crossed her arms and turned her back to him. "Oh, I'm used to you cheating me. You and all your kind." She paced the floor. "We dance, on occasion, and then you leave again. Swanning off with my sisters. I could be jealous, I suppose, but there wouldn't be much point. You'll be mine eventually."

He nodded weakly. "Everyone will be."

"Not everyone. All those Gallifreyans, all those Daleks... they should have been mine, and you took them from me. They burned before I could claim them."

The ghost of a smile. "It worked, then."

"Yes. They paid for their arrogance, and now it's your turn. Instead of me, you get to dance with my sister."

A white light surged in. "Oh no-"

"Oh yes. Pain, this is the Doctor. I believe you've met..."