A/N: This chap is short and there is a reason for that. I have work and
school and other fics and I think it's a good thing because I will have
more time to update if I have just let them be this short. They might get
longer if I have the time. Well thanks to all you lovely people who have
taken the time to read my fics.
Disclaimer: I don't own the Doctor if I did you would know because you would be reading my books and not my fanfics.
Just another well-adjusted turn of a knob and he would be in space. Finally some time to spend just leaning back and waiting for nothingness. He was wary and he could feel it deep inside of him. All that had happened to him in his time in space had become quite a strain on him, especially the loss of his friend.
The pain hurt him, and he wanted to reach out and strike at what ever would came near him. He so wanted to be able to see what nothingness felt like. To feel the dark serenity that would drift past his sleeping mind entrancing him and let his mind soar to limits he had never reached before. What would that peace feel like?
He stood in front of his chamber doors and for a moment he just stood there. He glanced over the door and ran his hand over the smooth wood. He knew that it wasn't real but only a replica that he had conjured. He swept his hand to the handle and felt the cool metal underneath his finger tips, and as he pushed the lever down he heard a slight click; walking past the door frame he walked into a room that smelled of fresh grass and sweet flowers and honeysuckle. These weren't real either. Nothing was. He glanced across his room and took it in. he must have walked into it a thousand times and never seen what it was. Every thing in it was fake; a mere replication of the real thing including the light. He bowed his head in sorrow. "Its all merely a imitation." He said softly into the empty room
His wary heart was bitter and now what could he do. He was a vagabond with nothing that even now could make him feel as though he belonged anywhere. He felt something slide down his cheek and couldn't understand what it was for a long time. It clicked. He was crying. He was awed. He couldn't even remember if he had even cried before. Was that even an emotion that he had felt before? Pain, fear, remorse, loneliness, had he ever even felt the. Nothing could hurt so ad as to feel this way. He'd seen it before and made himself believe that he had felt such things but could it really be true that he could be so heartless as not to even have the ability to carry with him such a precious thing. This must be what being a Time-Lord did to you. The misbirth. A child born with a genetically enhanced body that was void of all depressive thought.
He couldn't bare the thought of living like this.
He took in another breath or the artificial air and made his way back to the console room.
Please review. ^-^
Disclaimer: I don't own the Doctor if I did you would know because you would be reading my books and not my fanfics.
Just another well-adjusted turn of a knob and he would be in space. Finally some time to spend just leaning back and waiting for nothingness. He was wary and he could feel it deep inside of him. All that had happened to him in his time in space had become quite a strain on him, especially the loss of his friend.
The pain hurt him, and he wanted to reach out and strike at what ever would came near him. He so wanted to be able to see what nothingness felt like. To feel the dark serenity that would drift past his sleeping mind entrancing him and let his mind soar to limits he had never reached before. What would that peace feel like?
He stood in front of his chamber doors and for a moment he just stood there. He glanced over the door and ran his hand over the smooth wood. He knew that it wasn't real but only a replica that he had conjured. He swept his hand to the handle and felt the cool metal underneath his finger tips, and as he pushed the lever down he heard a slight click; walking past the door frame he walked into a room that smelled of fresh grass and sweet flowers and honeysuckle. These weren't real either. Nothing was. He glanced across his room and took it in. he must have walked into it a thousand times and never seen what it was. Every thing in it was fake; a mere replication of the real thing including the light. He bowed his head in sorrow. "Its all merely a imitation." He said softly into the empty room
His wary heart was bitter and now what could he do. He was a vagabond with nothing that even now could make him feel as though he belonged anywhere. He felt something slide down his cheek and couldn't understand what it was for a long time. It clicked. He was crying. He was awed. He couldn't even remember if he had even cried before. Was that even an emotion that he had felt before? Pain, fear, remorse, loneliness, had he ever even felt the. Nothing could hurt so ad as to feel this way. He'd seen it before and made himself believe that he had felt such things but could it really be true that he could be so heartless as not to even have the ability to carry with him such a precious thing. This must be what being a Time-Lord did to you. The misbirth. A child born with a genetically enhanced body that was void of all depressive thought.
He couldn't bare the thought of living like this.
He took in another breath or the artificial air and made his way back to the console room.
Please review. ^-^