A/N- Doctor who iPod shuffle! I'm gonna write four songfics/drabbles for the first four songs that come on shuffle, but I only have the length of the song to do so. Here we go!
Song One- Linkin Park Shadow of the Day.
He's tired. So tired of it all. No more Ponds, no more saving the day. He's done. He shuts the TARDIS door; the new interior of it fits how he feels. Cold. Empty. Small. He lives in Victorian London now, with Vastra, Jenny and Strax bugging him to go back to saving people, to helping them. Nope. He's done. No more of that, no matter how much they try to convince him. Sorry. But he isn't. Well, he is. Sorry for everyone whose lives he's ruined, torn apart, turned around. But he won't do that to anyone anymore. He's finished with that.
Song Two- Of Monsters and Men King and Lion Heart- Amy smiles at him, ready to go on the next adventure and he's already punching the buttons, ready to fly. To have fun. He smiles back, and they rush out the doors and save the day. It's great. He never wants it to end and neither does she. Why would they? Even when the monsters come, and the scary parts happen, she's ready. He's the leader, she's the brave one. As the world comes to an end, I'll be here to hold your hand, 'cause you're the king and I'm your Lion heart.
Song Three- Paramore We Are Broken- The Doctor stares. He's in space, staring at a super nova, his legs hanging out of the TARDIS. He's upset, having just given River her screw-driver and sent her to the Library. All his fault. He indirectly kills all these people, ruins their lives. And what do they get in return? A few years to have fun and nearly get killed? Until they actually die. And it's his fault. He's so saddened by this, his hearts are in two. He's broken.
Song Four- Foster the People Call It What You Want- "It's my bowtie, it's cool!" I say yet again. Amy laughs. "You shouldn't make fun of it." I reprimand her. "It's what I like to wear."
"Everything's cool to you." She says with a smirk. "Bunk beds, bowties, and cowboy hats. I think that's everything. "
"Well call the bowtie what you want, I'm never taking it off."