The Doctor (not_your_tardis) wrote in welcomethreads, @ 2013-11-07 23:47:00 |
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As he strolled up to the radio station, his hands idly stuffed into the pockets of his long, brown, coat, The Doctor couldn't help but wonder just what he was doing. This woman, this Amy Pond, was a woman from the future. Normally, in fact almost always, that wasn't something he shied away from. He was a Time Traveler and, more than that, he was a Time Lord. Meeting people from all over time was kind of his thing, but this situation was different because Amy Pond wasn't just a woman from the future -- she was someone from his future. It didn't help the matter that she seemed to be connected to River Song, who was a woman that still boggled his mind on many a days, and it was of an absolute discomfort to know that she traveled with his next face. Sure, that meant the prophecy wasn't his actual, final, death -- which was nice -- but that was the thing about Time Lords and Regenerations that most other species didn't seem to understand at all. The Ood had told him his song was ending. Never being one to ignore coincidence -- and how else could it have been taken with the Song after all? -- The Doctor had felt the knot of certainty rise in his throat on more than one occasion when he thought about it. Though there was a small measure of comfort he could take in knowing that there were very few things that could actually kill him, it wasn't impossible. On top of that, to any Time Lord, the difference between Regeneration and Death was very subtle. It was the end of a life, his life. Whomever emerged from the process, despite being born of his life, possessing his memories, would not be him. They wouldn't have his personality, or his depositions, and that was always a concern for The Doctor. What would the next him be like? Who would they choose to travel with? What sort of trouble would they get up to? Would they be as clever as him? What about the hair? Or the clothes? The last of these questions, which likely would have sounded absurd, were set aside as The Doctor approached the radio station. He wasn't here seeking the disquieting answers, Spoilers River would have called them, on this trip and he needed to remember that. He was here for his friend -- or someone who would be his friend -- someone who had been robbed of someone they cared about. It was a feeling The Doctor understood all too well and, considering they appeared to be stuck here, he figured the least he could do was go about and offer some consolation. Besides, he'd lost Rose to this place, so he had some basis there. He just hoped he wasn't making a mistake. |