Complicated
by The Plot Thinens
Author's notes:
This is my first fanfic, please tell me how I'm doing. I think I would be encouraged to write more if I get some feedback. This chapter is a bit sorry.
Chapter 3
The Wrath of a Time Lord
"I gave you every opportunity to leave me alone and now you have left me no choice." Stated the Doctor slow and cool but with a forceful tone that breathed power. The first thing he had done once he had manned the TARDIS for the first time in over a year was change back into his own Doctor-ish clothing of leather and jeans. He then created a device that would lock the Family of Blood in their current shells eliminating their trump card of body snatching. Now that they no longer had the power to absorb a victim at will they were beginning to find the Doctor a more fearsome being as he strolled among the Family. He had the presence of a God surveying aunts beneath his feet. He would be their Judge, jury and executioner. And why should he not be? The second thing he had done was adjust his sonic screwdriver to make their weapons red hot and they had dropped them to nurse their burnt stolen hands. Now trapped in weak human bodies with no means to defend themselves these predators might be glimpsing a hint of what every one of their victims had felt before they were absorbed painfully and without mercy. But he would give them more pain and he had no mercy, not since before the Time war. He could still be diplomatic but that time and chance had long passed and he would make them regret their actions a hundred times over. His icy blue eyes dug into their gaseous souls and they were shaking in their stolen bones.
"You wanted to live forever didja? Well I can help you with that." The Doctor said, his voice as cold as ice. And with that he inflicted punishments to the four befitting their crimes. He would grant them the immortality they sought but with a cruel price. Separated and forever miserable he insured that their long lives would be without any comfort. The Doctor reflected on the lives they had disrupted and the people they had hurt through their selfish desires to live a little longer. Having now worked his way through the other three, The Doctor secured Brother of Blood inside the lake side statue of university's founder, aided by some jiggery pokery of the Sonic Screwdriver. Now for as long as this statue stood Brother would stand guard watching over the university's sacred grounds he had once threatened.
And as the Doctor finished his work his mind finally caught up with him and his thoughts went back to Rose, who was now technically his wife. He regretted what he had put her through. Rose didn't deserve any of this. She was a fantastic person who deserved fantastic things to happen to her along with a fantastic man. The Doctor felt many things about his superior biology and intelligence but after the time war and having seen its horrors he was not feeling like a fantastic guy. What would he even do with a human wife? A wife did not fit in with the basic companion. Was it even going to be a problem? Would she really still want to try to be with him? He wasn't really John anymore; John was surface memories he could access at will. At best he was like a little conscious nipping at the back of his head. The Doctor did not know why all this should concern him so much. He had been married many times during past regenerations, often by accident, and then just went on his merry way afterwards. Couldn't he just do the same to Rose? The thought seemed so cruel but after all if one would logic it out, if one married in the past that wife was already dead in the future. By that logic it was not like marriage was ever a real binding attachment to a time travelling alien. Often enough he just wanted to get away, from said usually forced marriage, before he found himself imprisoned for whatever reason. But this was sort of different. Both Rose and John had been willing committed participants and although he was missing memories at the time, John was still the Doctor at the time he had married. Well, maybe because it was under an assumed name it vetoed the marriage.
The Doctor's pondering was interrupted when he became aware of the cold metal on his right ring finger and stared at it. This was placed on his hand by a woman who thought she was marrying a different man not him, she was in love with the ghost of another man not him. To him that man was dead and he should act accordingly. The Doctor grasped the simple gold band between his thumb and index finger and slipped it off his ring finger. He regarded the shiny object and fisted the ring in his left hand.
"Time to bury the dead again." He said as he pulled his hand back to throw the ring in the lake as far as he could. But something happened as the Doctor was about to let go. In his very big time lord mind an image of Rose and her smile flashed before his eyes. Followed by the image of her lovely young face as they exchanged the rings in the same church her parents had been married. The Doctor stopped his throw and once again looked at the ring. Feeling a little beside himself he looked around even though he knew no one was around but the statue Brother of Blood. And who was he going to tell? The Doctor pocketed the ring in his side chest pocket, straightened his coat and then walked back to the TARDIS.
