Time Again

by Mira-Jade

With the whole of time and space before him, and the metaphorical nine lives lived behind him, the Doctor certainly has a few tales to tell. A collection of drabbles.

6. Rhythm

006. Rhythm
The Master

He can hear it now. Final. Short. Sharp. Clipped.

He can feel it now. Pounding. Tapping. Fleeting.

He can almost see it now – swirling and enormous, like the heart of time, only concentrated. Yesterdays colliding with tomorrows and fate and forever sort of things torn asunder and apart. He imagines standing in the wind, watching them all blow away. How wonderful they will look.

How incredible they will sound.

Ba dah-dah-dah. Ba dah-dah-dah.

Over and over again.

Over and over and over . . . .

And then nothing.