Hey Guys! Thought I would take a break from Monsters in the Mist and this one shot has been circulating around my mad old brain for ages!
As always, if you like it, please review. This is meant as a one-shot but if anyone has nay prompts for another one-shot or fan fic then I'll see what I can do for you guys!
The Doctor's hearts were breaking. Amelia Pond and Rory Williams. The Girl who Waited and the Last Centurion. The Legs and the Nose. Gone.
He sat alone in his TARDIS. The gold walls and console glittered, a mirror of the drabby outside of the blue box. He sat on the leather chair. His face in his hands, quietly sobbing, Amelia's glasses protruding out of the worn brown tweed, her afterword crumbled in his hand.
Why? Why this? Why, every time he had someone- a friend, a family- did the universe rip it away. After all he had done, all the worlds he had many, to many times. Some left, some died and some forgot he was ever there...or wished to. He couldn't...not another one. Why after all this time? They had lives! And River, Brian...Oh God.
He rocked back and forth, crying. His sobs once again full of the torment he tried so well to hide. It broke his hearts every time to see them go. He thought he this time was different. Wished it was. Stupid, stupid Doctor. He thought, of course it wasn't. It was that unfair.
NO! His mind screamed with angry resolve. It couldn't be...he had done to much. He jumped up a steely resolve with a mad glint in his eyes, straightening his bow tie, her ran towards the console. Pushing levers and throwing switched. He spinned the Atom Accelerator. Determined.
The TARDIS gave a huge groan of disapproval. But he would not be erred. Come. Along. Pond! With each of these he through levers. Groaning with the effort. He would get them back. He would get them back. He charged furiously around, the TARDIS trying to stop him going to 1938. Manhattan. He would get them back.
The universe owed him that. He was owed so much. One thing. One thing. "Come on, sexy!" He shouted. Sparks flew, she hated it, could get there. But she had to. The Doctor took know notice, anger spurring him on. He would not let another go. The TARDIS heaved with the effort, sending the Doctor sprawling away from the console as the TARDIS moved, careering this way and that, hating the journey. He scrambled back to the console, holding on for dear life. He flicked the blue stabilizers.
"Because you're my friend. My best friend."
He let out a scream of anguish as the TARDIS flamed around him, sparks flying and smoke pluming. He couldn't give up. "Come ONNNNN! ONE THING! ONE THING!" He looked upwards, praying. He had never prayed before.
But it was not to be. The fires grew to great and the TARDIS hated it. My Pond, he cried, tears falling fresh again. My Amelia Pond...
And so the TARDIS flew away, smoking, crashing and resetting its coordinates. And the Doctor sat down again in his now charred seat, crying and letting out howls of pain for his lost family. His Ponds.
Gone.