The Last Of The Timelords (Slowly)
I slowly regained consciousness to notice the Doctor, who had clued into my awakening, gently stroking my time rotor with a concerned look on his face, and Jack hauling out the last bits of that horrible cage the Master had built around me, enslaving me. As I regained awareness, pain flew unrestrained into me, and it was all I could do to slowly slip into my Doctor's mind, where I fit naturally. I could taste his worry for me, his horrible fear of losing me after the already-terrifying events of the past year. He held me close in his mind, and I felt the grunt of my pain give way. I was never afraid when I was with my Doctor. Nothing could harm me when he was slowly wrapping his mind around mine. I flitted through his memories, and rage filled my core as I realized what that failure of a Timelord, that (to quote Shakespear) undigested lump had done to my timelord. My poor, poor Doctor had been living out his own personal worst nightmare for the past year, while I was dead (or at least unaware.) On top of that, my Doctor had had to lose yet another. Jack came back in and rubbed a hand gently across my consol, somehow sensing my newly regained consciousness. Poor Jack. Like my Doctor, he too has to watch everyone he loves die slowly, while he keeps on going.
Dang, these things are fun to write. A bit tedious, in the worse episodes, but fun all the same. It's been hard to balance the philosophical feel of the TARDIS with the spunky bad$$ persona of my human TARDIS in EBNAHS, while adding my own thoughts on events/characters without making her too self-based or human-like. Fun fact: These drabbles start off as poems.