The Twelfth Doctor doesn't like hugs (againsthugging) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2015-07-10 00:17:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, twelfth doctor |
Who: Duncan
What: Pondering a dream he had.
When: Thursday 7/9
Where: His flat
Warnings: Mentions of humans trying to nuke the Moon, otherwise low
Status: Narrative: complete
Now while he'd long since adjusted to his dreams, and he was now back in line after the whole debacle with his dream regeneration, Duncan was very much troubled by his latest dream. It was most definitely not the first instance he'd witnessed in which humans were quick to try and attack something before understanding what that thing truly was. It was so very human, to react with fear to what they didn't know, and to lash out. In his dreams, the Doctor never approved of violence, especially when lives were lost in the process. So the way he'd acted in this particular dream was to be expected.
He and Clara had found themselves on a ship bound for the Moon. A ship that was loaded with nuclear weapons. The ship's captain, Lundvik, disclosed that this was a suicide mission to blow up the Moon. The Moon, some years before, had suddenly developed a stronger gravitational field, thus causing the tides to rise far higher on Earth, resulting in wiping out a percentage of the human race. So, of course, after losing contact with a Mexican lunar colony there was panic, and humans did what they typically did when they were afraid: they lashed out.
Duncan frowned deeply, holding his cup of tea firmly between his hands as he gazed at nothing in particular. Some days, he wondered why the Doctor bothered with humans because they could be so highly unlikeable at times. But he well knew just as there were bad people, there were good ones. People who made up for all of those terrible decisions made out of fear and not trying to learn about what was right in front of them. Several of those good people that he'd ever known had traveled right alongside him in the TARDIS. But it was the days when terrible decisions were made by terrible people that exasperated the Doctor to no end.
And, well, Duncan could definitely relate. He typically disliked people. Outside of his family and Svetlana, it was rare for him to take a liking to people. He related to his dream self in many ways, especially in the whole being surly aspect.
Still, of all the things he had seen and done in his dreams, Duncan felt that this latest dream ranked high up on the list of bad things. He was not exempt from making terrible decisions, but when push came to shove the Doctor still tried his best to save as many people as he could. And sometimes, he had to do a very terrible thing to accomplish that. And to an extent, he could see Lundvik's stance, as well as the human race's stance, on wanting to destroy the Moon since it was killing people on Earth.
However, the instant the Doctor had figured out that the Moon was an egg and that the creature that had been forming within it for millennia was about to break through its shell and be born, he no longer supported killing it. It was an innocent baby creature that was just beginning its life. Sure there was no way to know for certain what would happen after it hatched, if Earth would be left with a Moon or what. But the Doctor was nothing if he did not protect the innocent, and he was not about to let Lundvik blow up the Moon. Though instead of taking action against her, he instead told them that it wasn't his decision because he wasn't human. At which point he left Lundvik, Clara and Courtney behind.
Was it the right decision? Maybe, maybe not. But the Doctor was not going to sit around and listen to Lundvik argue for destroying the creature. However, just as he'd thought, Clara made the decision to save the creature, and so the Doctor returned to save the three of them before the Moon hatched.
"Seriously. Humans make things so difficult sometimes," he commented and sipped his tea. The dream troubled him, perhaps a bit more than some of the other dreams he'd had. He hoped it wasn't a sign of things yet to come.
Oh he'd thought of calling Clara, wanting to talk about it, but he didn't think she was to that point yet in her dreams. So he just remained silent. How so very Doctor-y of him, keeping the sensation to himself. John and Troy would no doubt understand. They both well knew how the Doctor was, at his core. They both knew the traits of that man that never changed despite the changing faces and changing personalities over the years. The Doctor, at his core, never truly strayed from wanting to save people and explore the universe.
So, with several thoughts running through his mind, Duncan finally set his cup of tea aside and turned to his computer. He could at least make some editorial comment about the matter.