AN:/ I've been a bit behind on my Doctor Who (I know, shame on me), but I'm catching up so that I can watch the latest Christmas special. I've most recently watched The God Complex, which I thought was a beautiful episode that left me in a sobbing blubbery mess at the end. But some things that occurred in the episode had the gears in my head turning. And as the RosexDoctor shipper that I am, this is the product. I'm sure you all have your own theories, but here's mine. Also, some of it may not make quite as much sense, though I'm sure you brilliant people can figure it out, if you haven't read my one-shot The Door. I like for my one-shots to be cohesive most of the time, even though they are stand-alones. Well then, happy reading!
Disclaimer:/ I wish!
Blowing his hair out of his eyes, the Doctor let out a long sigh. The TARDIS was unusually quiet which seemed to only amplify the lack of Ponds. No Amy playfully teasing Rory; no Rory apologizing for something he's not sure if he did. But his friends were safe, with their new house and their new car, and they were still breathing. That was what was important; that was what mattered. Still alive, still breathing, still remembering, still here.
"Just you and me now, Old Girl. The Madman and his Box; the Box and her Thief. No lives to ruin and destroy. No one to lose…" The image always flickering at the back of his mind came full force to the front, the image he had seen in Room Number Eleven, his room in that forsaken prison. Falling, falling further and further away while his fingers reached out desperately wanting to catch those that fit perfectly with his. He stood up quickly. Enough of that. There were things to do, places to go, people to save. Namely one Melody Pond-Williams. "Take us where we need to go."
With a hot mug of tea, the Doctor moved slowly through the corridors to his room. Hand pausing over the handle to the plainest of doors on the TARDIS, he turned, just as he always had when he reached his room. He turned to look at the green door with the golden knob.
Amy's voice reverberated through his head, "You must believe in some God or something… who do Time Lords pray to?"
This Time Lord, the last Time Lord, if he believed in anything, he believed in Her.
The plainest door shut quietly behind him.