The 11th Doctor (atouchofmadness) wrote in thedoorway, @ 2014-01-11 13:09:00 |
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Entry tags: | !thread, doctor - eleventh |
Who: The Eleventh Doctor
When: 1/11
Where: Peru
What: An awful lot of running.
Rating: E for everyone.
Eleven flipped a switch and spun a dial, enjoying the rhythmic hum of the tardis around him. Even a few months had seemed too long without her. And that was before his mind had become crammed full of centuries of memories. Memories of stagnation, waiting to die, full of children who grew old and died, leaving their children for him to make toys for. Over five hundred years of children, the same faces being combined together to make more faces that looked just slightly different but had their mother’s smile and their father’s crooked nose. There was a peace in it, fighting a constant and bitter force while the honest faces smiled at him when the job was done for that day. But he had not actually lived that yet, Eleven just knew it was coming and it haunted his mind as much as any ending did. One day, one day in over five hundred years he would be able to accept that. But that was a long time away even for a time lord. It was a long time to decay, to stay in one place while his people called out to him and he did nothing but ignore them to the best of his ability. Should he have reached out? He put an end to his own fall, the fall of the tardis. And now he was unsure of just how many of his memories were real and how many were false echoes from a past that did not quite happen the way he recalled. He needed time to parse through them, to figure out what was an elaborate lie to himself and what wasn’t. Trenzalore, Gallifrey, even Clara falling into a million Claras. How much of it had happened now? He had stopped it, reversed it, but the memories still hung there. Had the Master truly died at all now? If Silence never fell then did River still happen? The Doctor just didn’t know and he was not sure if he wanted to know. If he thought about it enough he might go even more mad than he already was. “I think the poncho’s charming.” He huffed at the old girl. “You know Amy would approve. I got it from a real Peruvian band this time too. She’ll be so excited.” The tardis creaked and shuddered and he huffed as he slammed his hand down on the consol. “Now don’t you start this. We’ve barely been gone any time at all. And the mountains were lovely, you can’t deny that one bit!” A creak and somehow when he looked to the side that blasted Stark Industries phone was just sitting on the consol. Eleven was completely sure that he had not left it there. Occasionally it buzzed or hummed but he ignored it for now. If the world was ending he would have known. Sure there were those undead zombie things going on in Europe but as soon as he had popped over for a moment it seemed that SHIELD had it all well in hand. Bit like UNIT they were, which meant he barely trusted them but barely was enough sometimes. Scowling, he picked up the phone and flipped it over in his hands. Right now it was silent, simply a hunk of technology waiting to be used. But there were people who wanted to use it to find him, to track him down and he just was not ready for any of that. Not yet. And the terrible part of no longer having time to move between meant that they felt the length of the time he stalled. Of course they always did, he had so rarely been exact. But two hundred years for him could be a moment of time to them or it could be only a year. Here that luxury was gone. If he waited too long they would be replaced by new faces, different faces, just like in the town of Christmas. “Bah.” He huffed, tucking the phone away into a random compartment the tardis would remember so he did not have to. “One more leap, just one more. I think I want to go see elephants. And tigers. Oh yes tigers.” Eleven set to work on the coordinates. They had stuck on Earth, any attempt so far to reach outside the planet had ended up with the tardis nearly falling apart. Which had led to a week of repairs in Peru but there had been a lovely young man that he almost wanted to bring to meet Clara. But he had decided to stay. It always baffled the doctor when people decided to stay. “India, that’s where we’re going. Now stop arguing. If you end up in New York I will just refuse to leave and then what will you do then, hmmm?” The tardis heaved to life, that familiar and comforting sound of movement through space, instant and calming. He could run a little longer, think about the memories he wanted to ignore or avoid or simply to just remain as they were. Maybe. Just a little longer. |