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The Doctors: Loose Ties
The TARDIS thrummed as it left the garden. It all seemed rather poetic: starting in a garden and then ending in one.
The Doctor walked over, smiling. They had been happy. And now he had to let them go. But he was never going to forget, he was never going to get over Amelia Pond and Rory Williams, simply because, well, they were perfect…perfect until the very end. Seared on his hearts, he had said it that many times. And when you thought about it, he could never say no to Amy. In the graveyard, in…everything and anything. And she had been happy. He knew she would have been happier. But he still fought, selfish till the bitter end. That was what he was. He reasoned with her, justified himself to her, because she knew. She mattered that much. Amy knew always what was right, from the very beginning. Most of all, she knew the Doctor. The best of friends. Perfect.
She had spent 10 years with the Doctor. He had stretched out their time together over the course of decades, never wanting to let go. The Ponds were the ones that never left, the ones he was always running to. But the race had finished, and it was time to go home.
Home.
He looked up, the gold and copper interior blazing back at him. He felt uneasy, odd, like there was something missing. There was something missing. Two something's. Two someone's. He pulled a lever, stabilizing the TARDIS in deep space. He thudded down the couple of stairs before throwing open the doors, knowing the TARDIS would keep his eyeballs firmly intact in their sockets. He looked out.
What could he do now? Where could he go?
He needed someone…he needed….River.
River. His jaw clenched slightly in shame. She had lost her parents and all he had done was cry and feel sorry for himself. The blithering idiot. All he wanted was to make her feel safe, take her away from danger. Look at him. All talk. Instead she had died for him, lost her parents because of him, been forced through a number of paradoxes, a number of alternate realities and brainwashed. How could she love him? The Woman who killed the Doctor…The Woman who married the Doctor. Ha. No, he had not done right by River. She was his equal; clever, Sassy River, with her curly space hair and her…jodhpurs.
He stared out at the vast expanse of space. All the light, melding together, all that beauty in a terrible vastness, a terrible emptiness.
River. He'd go see her. Before the end.
Oh, he hated endings.
Because he never got to them. Everything else ended but not him. 1000 years old en-counting. Everything withers, dies, decays and he lives on. Oh, he regenerates but he still is there, in his new form. He dies, but he lives. On and On. Lonely always. Where was he supposed to go next?
John.
Oh yes, thought the Doctor as it struck him. John.
The TARDIS shut the doors slowly, enough time for the Doctor to stick his head back in. He turned his body by his heels, surveying the room. It was hard to look at to be honest. Walking back up, he placed a hand on the Matrix and whispered.
"You know where." Softly, the matrix began to move, shifting up and down and up and down as the TARDIS set in motion. The Doctor's head turned to the console as a lever arched downwards, the floor jerking, bringing an effortless smile back to the Doctor's face as the machine hummed. It threw him as it careered a time and a place he doesn't know. All he knows is who will be there. He gets up and pats the console, fondly. Him and his box again.
He walked over, wobbling as the box did before collapsing onto his chair, waiting to land.
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