Title:
Everything Dies
Author: Gillian Taylor
Rating:
G
Characters: Ninth Doctor
Summary: Everything
dies. Except for him.
Spoilers: Bad Wolf
Disclaimer:
Don't own them. I just like playing with them...a lot.
Archive:
Sure, just let me know.
A/N: Thanks, as always, to my lovely beta WMR. And, I must thank WMR for her inspiration. This little ficlet arose because of her lovely story 'Ashes.'
"Everything Dies"
by Gillian Taylor
Everything dies.
Gallifrey. His people. His friends. His companions.
Everything dies.
Except for him. Never him, because of the miracle of his people. He lives. And he has to watch as others die. Permanently. No regeneration for these silly little apes from the silly little planet that he had adopted as his new home. One life to live. And then it was done. No more. So ends a human being in the space of a heartbeat, leaving behind nothing but memories.
Everything dies.
Even Rose.
It was not how he had imagined it. Not that he ever had. His companions tended to leave, move on with their lives without him. It hurt, it always did. But they left by their own choice. Rose, his Rose, had that choice taken from her. Violently. Permanently. And all that was left of her was a tiny pile of dust.
She did not choose to leave him. She was taken from him. Ripped from him. Stolen from him. And for what? What was it all for?
Entertainment. Sick human ape entertainment because someone got their jollies out of the suffering of others. And how had this happened? Who caused this?
He did.
Everything dies.
And he killed her.
Oh, he did not push the button. He did not force the android to fire. But the consequences of his actions did. He had swanned off, as he always did, after meddling in the proper flow of history. And this was the result. He had shut down the news channels, had stopped the flow of information, and left the humans to rebuild. He never stayed behind. He never checked. He never made certain that the human apes could create the Fourth Great and Bountiful Human Empire without his influence. He had trusted them. He had believed that they could survive on their own, without him. And this was the result.
This sick, perverted world was the consequence of his actions. This sick and perverted entertainment system was his fault. His.
Everything dies.
Rose dies.
And it should have been him.
Others always bore the consequences for him. His companions. His friends. The human race. Other species. Other planets. The Doctor travelling through time and space, saving planets and people, recklessly changing history because he 'knew' how it was supposed to go. How arrogant he was. How stupid. How reckless. How worthless.
This was the result. This was the consequence. Rose was dead.
No.
No more.
Never again.
He would see this through. He would face these consequences. He knew how it was supposed to go. He knew what was supposed to happen.
Everything dies.
And now, perhaps, so would he.
FIN