Author's Note: Haven't written any Doctor Who fics in aeons. Although, expect more, after me watching the Christmas special and re-watching all the season 2 episodes. I'll continue to write Rose fics, if that's alright with my readers. - Too bad if it's not!
This one's a bit odd. A mix up of quite a few ideas, it's a sort of odd-end thing. Took me just under an hour to write it (in between snacking on pasta). Takes a more sinister look at the life of the Doctor.
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He is the sun. Like any sun, he burns with an intensity unfathomable to man, something that cannot be imagined even by the strongest of hearts. A beautiful, terrifying creature. One to be feared and revered. An entire system is built around him, and he likes it that way. It gives him something to play with. After all, what does a god do when there is nothing left to be seen?
They depend on him. Without him, they would die. And in an ironic twist of fate, he'll be the one to destroy them as well. To live is to die, to die is to live. A god, a burning entity who both saves and devastates. Who was it that said damnation and salvation are the same thing?
He draws so many into his life, gives them a rope and allows them to follow it until they are inevitably pulled in. They see the promise of something new, of something exciting, of something better. And they want to get near him, to touch him, to hold him. He is their life-force, and gravity is all too happy to hold the two together.
Suns know how to kill. With each planet that is trapped by their energy, they grow bigger, and bigger, crumbling away at the edges of their devoted followers, wearing them down until they are nothing, burning away at them until they succumb.
There was a point when one would get too close, would touch him, and at that moment the world turns around. That person, that blessed person who at the same time was more god-forsaken than could ever be known, is branded by his fire. An invisible, undeniable, inescapable scar. Once you see what's out there, there's no going back.
Even in death, he'll drag so many down with him. The last act of the night, the final curtain. It is incomparable, the death of a sun, of something so magnificent. He'll reach out to light the furthest corners of the universe, in that split-second before he dies, and he'll take his solar system with him. They can't escape him. Even if they wanted to.
In the end, they knew it all along. Get too close to the sun and you'll burn up.