Take My Hand
Disclaimer: Not mine, never is was or will be. I'm making no money from this. It belongs to the BBC.
Something I thought of when I was re-watching Dalek. Not from the perspective of the person you think it is.
She wasn't afraid of me.
She knows I'm something alien to her planet. She might not know I'm the last survivor of my race, but it doesn't matter. Because when she touched me, I came alive. She regenerated me. She healed me of the pain I felt. And, in that moment, I loved her.
I thought I'd killed her.
And then I found that I hadn't. And that I couldn't, and I didn't know why.
"What-use-are-e-mo-tions-if-you-will-not-save-the-wo-man-you-love?"
I meant him, when I said it. But I found I meant me as well. I could not kill the woman I loved. Rose Tyler can love. And because she can love, so can I. Rose Tyler loves him. I know she does. And the Doctor loves her. Before I took Rose Tyler's DNA, I wouldn't have seen it, heard it, but now I can.
And she lead me into the sunlight, and told me I was free. And then I knew that I could die for her. Would die for her if she only ordered me to. And when she told me to do it, I remembered what I had said to her Doctor. That we were the same. And now we are more the same than he had ever guessed, because we love the same woman.
I think he sensed it. He told Rose Tyler that I was changing. He told me – me, a Dalek! – that he was sorry. I think he knew I loved her, because he loves her too.
Rose-Ty-ler-I-love-you . . .
