Post by theretsam on Jul 13, 2014 19:58:03 GMT
Listen Susan, please. I've double-locked the doors. You can't get in. Now move back, child, where I can see you.
During all the years, I have been taking care of you, you in return have been taking care of me.
I want you to belong somewhere, to have roots of your own. With David, you'll be able to find those roots and live normally like any woman should do. Believe me my dear, your future lies with David, not with a silly old buffer like me.
One day, I shall come back. Yes, I shall come back. Until then, there must be no regrets, no tears, no anxieties. Just go forward in your beliefs, and prove to me that I am not mistaken in mine.
During all the years, I have been taking care of you, you in return have been taking care of me.
I want you to belong somewhere, to have roots of your own. With David, you'll be able to find those roots and live normally like any woman should do. Believe me my dear, your future lies with David, not with a silly old buffer like me.
One day, I shall come back. Yes, I shall come back. Until then, there must be no regrets, no tears, no anxieties. Just go forward in your beliefs, and prove to me that I am not mistaken in mine.
DOCTOR WHO
World's End
by Mark Pending
The Doctor always lived in the moment. He never thought about the past much. Mainly because there was never much time for reflection. Perhaps he didn't think it was necessary. Perhaps it was better for him if he didn't, seeing as his past had been pretty dramatic at points and the Doctor usually wasn't one for sulking and navel-gazing.
But as he neared the end of his song, he found himself reminiscing every now and then. The post-traumatic stress the Time War had left him with often made his mind wander to the old days, whether he liked it or not. And he didn't.
But being the Last of the Time Lords, and having that reiterated in your face time and again, really gave you no way around it.
Perhaps it were the Ood. For the first time, he knew in advance that he was going to die. And knowing that makes you think more about life. About what you do with the limited time you have. Normally he didn't think about this at all -- Time Lords live forever, barring incidents -- but he had been using up almost two regenerations in what was really the blink of a Time Lord's eye.
During this time, the Doctor felt more vulnerable, and more human, than ever.
It made him think about his companions. How badly he had neglected them since they left him. He used to think that they should have some autonomy over the fates of their lives. They were his companions after all, not his pets. But as the Last of the Time Lords, as the Time Lord Victorious, you had a certain responsibility. And he had neglected that responsibility for too long. He could do so much more! He could overwrite his past mistakes! Everybody lives!
He looked at his shoes. 'Sandshoes.' He didn't say that. The words simply formed in his mouth, seemingly with no origin. 'Granddad.' He couldn't say why, but those words made him feel safe, almost comfortable.
He smiled. It was ridiculous, grinning like some idiot with no idea why he was doing that.
But then he remembered, as if he had ever forgotten.
He was a grandfather.
And he had done his granddaughter a terrible injustice.
But now he was going to make everything right.
The Doctor always lived in the moment. He never thought about the past much. Mainly because there was never much time for reflection. Perhaps he didn't think it was necessary. Perhaps it was better for him if he didn't, seeing as his past had been pretty dramatic at points and the Doctor usually wasn't one for sulking and navel-gazing.
But as he neared the end of his song, he found himself reminiscing every now and then. The post-traumatic stress the Time War had left him with often made his mind wander to the old days, whether he liked it or not. And he didn't.
But being the Last of the Time Lords, and having that reiterated in your face time and again, really gave you no way around it.
Perhaps it were the Ood. For the first time, he knew in advance that he was going to die. And knowing that makes you think more about life. About what you do with the limited time you have. Normally he didn't think about this at all -- Time Lords live forever, barring incidents -- but he had been using up almost two regenerations in what was really the blink of a Time Lord's eye.
During this time, the Doctor felt more vulnerable, and more human, than ever.
It made him think about his companions. How badly he had neglected them since they left him. He used to think that they should have some autonomy over the fates of their lives. They were his companions after all, not his pets. But as the Last of the Time Lords, as the Time Lord Victorious, you had a certain responsibility. And he had neglected that responsibility for too long. He could do so much more! He could overwrite his past mistakes! Everybody lives!
He looked at his shoes. 'Sandshoes.' He didn't say that. The words simply formed in his mouth, seemingly with no origin. 'Granddad.' He couldn't say why, but those words made him feel safe, almost comfortable.
He smiled. It was ridiculous, grinning like some idiot with no idea why he was doing that.
But then he remembered, as if he had ever forgotten.
He was a grandfather.
And he had done his granddaughter a terrible injustice.
But now he was going to make everything right.