Fipp: Now this is certainly late, but I wanted to get the book Spiral Scratch because I wanted to experience a better death for the Sixth Doctor than 'a bump on the head'. Of course, I'll be using that version of the Sixth Doctor's death for this one.

If you can, try and get the book, it's rather good.

The Sixth

Hello, my Thief's Sixth.

Oh dear, this is not good. It seems the poison has had a very negative affect on your mind during this already tricky process. I can feel the Thin One's fear radiating off of her, your constant and sudden shifts is mood making this uneasy for her; one minute you are happily proclaiming how change will come, to letting mass paranoia take over, even attacking her as a result, and the bemoaning the regret and horror of your actions, saying that you will live as a hermit.

The poison also seems to be affecting your mind more than I thought. It's not recovering at the rate it should be, I'm afraid it may take more than a single day to fully settle into your new self.

Hmm, where can we go to better help you along and help you find yourself more quickly? You're in a fragile and temperamental state, so I have to be careful on where we'll end up next.

Hmm. Yes. There's an idea. A planet you are fond of in ruins, young children in trouble, and an old friend in need. I think this will help, I just need to put the idea into your head. Not an easy task with the state it's in right now, but still doable.

Now, to help you remember that you are the Doctor.

000

This particular incarnation is certainly an interesting one. Unlike your previous body, you are a much louder individual this time around. Instead of trying to make everyone happy, your barge into any situation and simply tell (or rather shout) on what will be done.

It was a bit irksome at first, the strays you picked up tended to have a bit more difficulty getting along with you than they had before. But, with time, your mellowed out a bit, while still sticking to who you were now. You were certainly at your best when your were with the Teachy One.

I still don't understand the coat. I think you would rather look dashing in something black.

Though, after seeing him, that warped thing that I am unable as any part of you clad in it, I think your current coat is best. It's just as loud and unique as your are.

But him. No matter how much I want to believe otherwise, he's something of you. Not the whole you, but the deep and dark part of you that has always been, and will always be with each regeneration. I'm not too sure how he'll come, but I do know it'll be near the final end for you.

How could this thing take such joy in destroying? How could he feel nothing but pleasure as he twisted the good things you've done into crimes? I cannot even begin to describe my feelings on what he felt when he led you to believe the Thin One had died.

Is that really what you'll become? For everything you are, is that what you'll eventually turn into? It's not something I care to think about, but if this is the future, can we fight it?

Will fighting it only lead to what we tried to fight? There are still many centuries before we get to that point, but I don't think either of us will every be at ease again.

000

So many deaths today. Mostly you though, so many versions of you have died for this.

In this area where so many alternate dimensions crossover, so many versions of you gathered to prevent that hideous worm from devouring all realities. Each and every one of you gave it the energy it craved and it fed like a glutton, and so many of you died. You, my very own Thief, went so as far as throwing yourself at it. Truly, your proudest moments with this life.

But here you are now, on my floor, the Fuzzy One cradling you as the last remnants of your life drain away.

"Don't cry, Mel. It was my time. Well, maybe not, but it was my time to give. To donate. I've had a good innings you know, seen and done a lot. Can't complain this time. Don't feel cheated."

For all the times you've been called arrogant, boastful and pompous, no one can never say you were never kind.

Goodbye, my Thief's Sixth.

BRRAAAAMMMM!

AGH! What? Is this-AGH!

Local… tractor beam? I can't move… Out of control…

I… can't… ugh…

…Is someone entering my doors…?

"Leave the girl, it's the man I want."

000

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