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ladyofleithianTitle: Inferno
Summary: The Doctor has always been afraid of fire.
Prompt: Phobias
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Author's Notes: Yes, I'm aware I'm probably being a bit interpretive with the theme here. Bear with me.
Also writing this in between panic on my AU Big Bang. Just for coping purposes.
And yes, I know, terribly original title. :P
The Doctor has always been afraid of fire.
Not fire itself, mind you. He's more scared of planets being lit on fire. He can still remember, for example, that horrible parallel world burning even as he tried to stop it. The Master, burning to death before his very eyes as he did nothing but watch. And now this.
Even now, watching the Toclafane descend to Earth and carry out the Master's orders while that blasted song plays, even watching it, the Doctor is reminded of another event. An event that is even worse than the burning world. Daleks attacking the Cruciform. Chaos overwhelming everything. And him, the Doctor, the man who abhorred violence, never carrying a gun, having to make the decision that ultimately ended everything.
With one decision, one metaphorical press of a button, he eliminated his home planet. Eliminated both Time Lord and Dalek alike.
One of the only points of solace he can take in this moment is hoping Rose is all right. But it's feeble solace. He can't afford to lose her. Not here. Not now.
The other is Martha. Even now, as she watches alongside him in horror as the Toclafane wreak havoc, he squeezes her hand, gently. She squeezes back, smiling if only slightly. It's small comfort, but it's enough.
He can only pray that Rose is safe. He's already lost so much -- he can't lose anyone else.
The Doctor sits back, almost helpless, with Martha -- watching the Toclafane all but set the world ablaze.
Summary: The Doctor has always been afraid of fire.
Prompt: Phobias
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Author's Notes: Yes, I'm aware I'm probably being a bit interpretive with the theme here. Bear with me.
Also writing this in between panic on my AU Big Bang. Just for coping purposes.
And yes, I know, terribly original title. :P
The Doctor has always been afraid of fire.
Not fire itself, mind you. He's more scared of planets being lit on fire. He can still remember, for example, that horrible parallel world burning even as he tried to stop it. The Master, burning to death before his very eyes as he did nothing but watch. And now this.
Even now, watching the Toclafane descend to Earth and carry out the Master's orders while that blasted song plays, even watching it, the Doctor is reminded of another event. An event that is even worse than the burning world. Daleks attacking the Cruciform. Chaos overwhelming everything. And him, the Doctor, the man who abhorred violence, never carrying a gun, having to make the decision that ultimately ended everything.
With one decision, one metaphorical press of a button, he eliminated his home planet. Eliminated both Time Lord and Dalek alike.
One of the only points of solace he can take in this moment is hoping Rose is all right. But it's feeble solace. He can't afford to lose her. Not here. Not now.
The other is Martha. Even now, as she watches alongside him in horror as the Toclafane wreak havoc, he squeezes her hand, gently. She squeezes back, smiling if only slightly. It's small comfort, but it's enough.
He can only pray that Rose is safe. He's already lost so much -- he can't lose anyone else.
The Doctor sits back, almost helpless, with Martha -- watching the Toclafane all but set the world ablaze.
