The Secret of the Time Lords
There's something Rory says in 'The Doctor's Wife,' that made me think, and thinking made me imagine, and that made me write. Here is the product. Enjoy.
"Doctor, do you have a room?" Rory asked, before Amy dragged him off leaving the Doctor alone. Or almost alone, as it would go, for one can never be truly alone in a TARDIS, can they? The Doctor knew the answer to that question of course, like he knew the answer to all other questions his human friends asked him.
Well, almost all of the questions his human friends asked him. But the ones he didn't know were usually rhetorical and therefore didn't require an answer anyhow. Usually. True, in his recent regenerations, he had been quite the know-it-all. No one had doubted his statements; no one had had to do things for him. He was the Doctor: trustworthy defender of Planets, people, and representative of all things good.
But this new regeneration often seemed clueless. Like a little boy pretending to know what he was talking about. A side effect of the young body. It was unknown that he was bothered by this, and most of the time he wasn't. But when someone he knows nothing about can fly the TARDIS, his TARDIS, well, who wouldn't resent that a tiny bit?
And of course, it was River Song. She'd come into his life, knowing more about him then he did, and died.
Really, who does that? a fleeting thought interrupted his thoughts, then vanished.
She'd come into his present, knowing about his future. The fact infuriated him more than anything else she'd done or said. (And there had been quite a lot.) No one knows more about timelines than the Doctor.
But back on track (well, one of them)! The Doctor knew the answer to the question, and the answer to the question was no. The Doctor didn't have a room.
In all actuality, it was a silly question. Asinine, almost. Who'd seen the Doctor sleep? Rose hadn't. Not Martha, nor Donna. As for Amy and Rory? Of course not.
The reason for that was simple.
The Doctor didn't sleep.
And who needed a room if they didn't sleep? All his possessions were stored throughout the TARDIS.
It was the secret of the Time Lords. How they could think so much, figure it all out, endure the Time Vortex running through their heads at all times.
Time Lords lived for hundreds of years, thousands even. In all that time they never slept a wink. The extra time to expand their minds, mixed with the slightly advanced Time Lord brain and the Time Vortex instilled in their brains, made for a complex brain, mind, and thought sequence.
It made Time Lords brilliant. Clever. Fantastic.
It made our Time Lord just a little mad.
But hey; that's what we love about him.
Well, I've never actually written a FanFiction. This was the product of a sleep-deprived mind and Doctor Who, lol. xP Thoughts? Reviews? :D