Alright, so I felt bad for not updating all last week... And BlinkingAngel has been bugging me about a new chapter... So,I present to you... a properly angst-filled FILLER! cue applause I know, truly amazing. It's probably the longest chapter I've posted yet, too, so please be happy! :)
Oh, and some thanks: EVERYTHING..is.-Hope you like everything! My idea of what the Silence is is kinda... out there, but I'd love to hear what your ideas are! (I think it's bigger than just the monster from the first 2 episodes of season 6, but that's just me...)
Vilinye-Thanks for reviewing twice! I hope this fleshes out things a bit more... very angsty, but I think it gives a little more insight into David's POV of things, seeing as this chapter is mostly from his... Enjoy!
thsoundofdrums-Thanks so much! and, luckily, I survived band camp to bring you this chapter! With our first football game a week from Friday... Oh boy! I'll try to get the next chapter up before then or right after, you know how things get once competitions start!
Oh, and I forgot to say last chapter, but do I *look* like Steven Moffat? No, because for one thing I'm probably around half his age and female. so it goes without saying that I do not own the good Doctor. I'm very sorry, but if I did, David Tennant would not have quit... ^.^
David gazed at the Doctor, the sadness lining his face, the darkness in his eyes. There was more, a deep, never-ending anger reverberating throughout his body. He had never seen the Doctor so angry, so livid. His hearts clenched at the thought of the Doctor making these decisions.
"Doctor, you know that even though I'm alive, I'm not living. Not really." Blatant lie though this was, David hoped it would reassure the Doctor. He should have known it was a futile effort.
The Doctor shook his head, tears threatening to spill over, and ran his hands through his already mussed hair. "No, it doesn't work like that! You-you're alive! You're living, breathing, you have a heartbeat!"
"Two to be precise," David corrected automatically and immediately regretted it. Why can't I just keep my fat mouth shut? Oh, right, I'm a copy of the doof in a fez sitting in front of me... And doof is lovingly, of course. But still! I can be a real idiot sometimes
The Doctor looked stricken. "Two? Oh, you've got two, that makes this so much better…"
"I. Don't. Matter. Doctor, if you die, the universe falls with you. If I die, nothing happens." The Doctor tried to interrupt, but David silenced him with a wave of his hand. "Really, now. Who misses me? I am nobody. You are everything, to the universe, to Amy, to Rory… River." The Doctor winced, "How many others do you think love you? The list goes on and on. Do you think Susan ever forgot you? What about Sarah Jane? Romana? Your newest friends, Rose," the Doctor winced again at the mention of her name, "Martha, Donna? What would they think if you died? Would they honor your memory, Doctor, if you sacrificed yourself for nothing? How much respect would they hold for you if you died because you were afraid of sacrificing someone who didn't mind dying?"
"I don't kill people." The Doctor clung steadfastly to this fact, the one thing that could keep him going in the face of all of the death around him. He didn't kill them.
"No, you let them kill themselves in your name. And you repay them by dying." Alright, a little below the belt, David noted. There was a fire added to the sadness in his face.
"I don't choose that. You know I don't choose that. But I can't stop them. I can't ever stop them, and maybe it would be for the best if I died. No worries about people dying and being killed in my name. No Sontaran, human, Silurian, nobody will ever die in my name again." The memories of Demon's Run were fresh in the Doctor's mind, and he could see everyone, every single debtor he had called to help him get Amy and Melody—or River—back.
Then David did the unthinkable. He stood up, reached across the tea table, and slapped the Doctor as hard as he could across the face. He sat down and sighed, beginning to speak in what he hoped was a soothing voice. "What about the Silence. If you die, they will have it easy. And the earth will be gone, just like they had planned. Is that what you want?"
The Doctor shook his head. "But I can't just send you out there!"
"I have a solution: I'll send myself."
"But—"
"Do I need to slap you again?"
The Doctor took on the impression of a contrite three-year-old. "No, I'm quite alright."
"Good, so you agree."
"It's my only option."
"And you're the one who came to me first."
"Yes, but once confronted with this,"
"You convinced yourself more and more what a horrible idea it was,"
"And I told myself that I just couldn't send a living, breathing, person out to take my place,"
"But it's the only way to convince the Silence that you're dead,"
"Therefore allowing them to move into my trap."
David grinned. "Maybe it's all for the best. I don't think the universe could handle two of you for very long."
The Doctor forced a smile and nodded mechanically. "Any ideas for what to do?"
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The Doctor's mind was soon occupied with thoughts of blue envelopes and Stetsons. Not to mention fizzy straws. He had no time to think about what was going on in David's mind, although both Timelord and Ganger knew this was for the best.
The Doctor grinned maniacally as he explained his plans to get Amy and Rory's attention.
"You're going to do what?"
"Ask Matilda to paint me, upset Charles II, then get arrested. A one way ticket into a famous book!"
David shook his head. "Yeah, there's only one Doctor."
"What makes you say that?"
"Only you would be able to come up with something so insanely brilliant, not to mention dangerous, as that."
"Oh, not to worry. The only thing he can do is lock me in the Tower of London. I'll be out of there and in the film in no time!"
"Which film would that be, then?"
"Whichever Laurel and Hardy film strikes my fancy. They're Rory's favorites. Then off to a World War two prison break!"
David just shook his head and let loose a peal of laughter.
Soooo... How'd I do? Good enough for a review? I hope so! ^_^