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ladyofleithian Create Something New: write a drabble or draw a drawble
So, this got a bit long. Hope you like it.
This is how it feels to be the Doctor, right here, right now.
You've had plenty of time to integrate with the Archangel network and all of its matrices. You've had plenty of time, all while the Master hasn't noticed, if only to do so, if only to prepare for the beginning of his defeat. You've had plenty of time if only to observe him in all his cruelty. Torturing Jack is just one example, killing him time and time again. What he did to Martha's family is another -- as well as what he's done to Lucy. And during all this, all of it, you have had little to say. There is a part of you that has shut down, unable to speak, unable to comprehend what's been happening. The islands of Japan burning. The revelation of the Toclafane. The fact that the human race has been reduced to this...the Master was far too accurate to say that your hearts would break. He just doesn't know how much.
Only the knowledge of Martha has kept you strong all these years. Martha Jones...she has always been magnificent. You only wish that you had been able to tell her that more. The woman who has saved your life time and time again, never asking to be thanked, simply doing it because...well, she is Martha Jones. It is her nature. It is the nature of humans in general. Humans are flawed, you can barely deny it, but when they deliver, do they ever deliver!
And so you hover above the Master, and he seems so afraid, so vulnerable. Even his attempts to kill the Jones family are rendered feeble as you use the power of the Archangel Network to snatch his laser screwdriver away. Defenseless, he can only stare up at you in horror. "You can't do this!" he protests. "You can't do this -- it's not fair!"
But it is. After everything he's done, you have to save them. Every one of them. Saving people is what you are made for, after all -- if not, then what is the point of you, in the end?
And what is the point of all of this if you can't save him?
"And you know what happens now," you say, and you can feel it deep inside you. He's refused to listen throughout this year, but it's true in the end. You know full well that he has done terrible things. You know that he's killed and manipulated and so many other atrocities. You have seen what he has done to Martha's family, Jack, Lucy and you. And yet at the same time, you cannot hate him.
Because even after all this time, he is still the boy you grew up with on Gallifrey.
"You wouldn't listen," you say, and he's still moving further away from you, moving further against the wall, pleading with you still, "Because you know what I'm going to say."
He cowers against the wall, shielding himself from your likely wrath. You cannot blame him -- you are, after all, a very angry man. You can still remember instances such as the Family of Blood, and Cassandra, and too many others. It is an anger you hate, but is so much part of you that you cannot ignore it. It drove Donna away from you when you first met her, and though Martha doesn't show it often, it's clear that the fate of the Family frightens her too.
You don't want this. You know, deep in your bones, that killing the Master just means another meaningless murder. And you can't. Because you two are the only ones left. Because Yana is in there somewhere. Because he was your dearest friend. Because of all of these.
And so you kneel beside the Master and embrace him. He is still shaking and very much afraid. But if nothing else, you cannot hate him. He and you are not that different in the end, after all. Vulnerable and lost and alone. And perhaps you can do something right for a change. Have someone to care for, instead of another meaningless murder in your wake.
And the words escape you, barely audible -- the words you were meaning to say so long ago. Such seemingly simple words, and yet saying so much. Words he refused to hear because the truth was too terrible. Words in a voice that sounds, almost, like you haven't spoken in a long while.
"I forgive you."
So, this got a bit long. Hope you like it.
This is how it feels to be the Doctor, right here, right now.
You've had plenty of time to integrate with the Archangel network and all of its matrices. You've had plenty of time, all while the Master hasn't noticed, if only to do so, if only to prepare for the beginning of his defeat. You've had plenty of time if only to observe him in all his cruelty. Torturing Jack is just one example, killing him time and time again. What he did to Martha's family is another -- as well as what he's done to Lucy. And during all this, all of it, you have had little to say. There is a part of you that has shut down, unable to speak, unable to comprehend what's been happening. The islands of Japan burning. The revelation of the Toclafane. The fact that the human race has been reduced to this...the Master was far too accurate to say that your hearts would break. He just doesn't know how much.
Only the knowledge of Martha has kept you strong all these years. Martha Jones...she has always been magnificent. You only wish that you had been able to tell her that more. The woman who has saved your life time and time again, never asking to be thanked, simply doing it because...well, she is Martha Jones. It is her nature. It is the nature of humans in general. Humans are flawed, you can barely deny it, but when they deliver, do they ever deliver!
And so you hover above the Master, and he seems so afraid, so vulnerable. Even his attempts to kill the Jones family are rendered feeble as you use the power of the Archangel Network to snatch his laser screwdriver away. Defenseless, he can only stare up at you in horror. "You can't do this!" he protests. "You can't do this -- it's not fair!"
But it is. After everything he's done, you have to save them. Every one of them. Saving people is what you are made for, after all -- if not, then what is the point of you, in the end?
And what is the point of all of this if you can't save him?
"And you know what happens now," you say, and you can feel it deep inside you. He's refused to listen throughout this year, but it's true in the end. You know full well that he has done terrible things. You know that he's killed and manipulated and so many other atrocities. You have seen what he has done to Martha's family, Jack, Lucy and you. And yet at the same time, you cannot hate him.
Because even after all this time, he is still the boy you grew up with on Gallifrey.
"You wouldn't listen," you say, and he's still moving further away from you, moving further against the wall, pleading with you still, "Because you know what I'm going to say."
He cowers against the wall, shielding himself from your likely wrath. You cannot blame him -- you are, after all, a very angry man. You can still remember instances such as the Family of Blood, and Cassandra, and too many others. It is an anger you hate, but is so much part of you that you cannot ignore it. It drove Donna away from you when you first met her, and though Martha doesn't show it often, it's clear that the fate of the Family frightens her too.
You don't want this. You know, deep in your bones, that killing the Master just means another meaningless murder. And you can't. Because you two are the only ones left. Because Yana is in there somewhere. Because he was your dearest friend. Because of all of these.
And so you kneel beside the Master and embrace him. He is still shaking and very much afraid. But if nothing else, you cannot hate him. He and you are not that different in the end, after all. Vulnerable and lost and alone. And perhaps you can do something right for a change. Have someone to care for, instead of another meaningless murder in your wake.
And the words escape you, barely audible -- the words you were meaning to say so long ago. Such seemingly simple words, and yet saying so much. Words he refused to hear because the truth was too terrible. Words in a voice that sounds, almost, like you haven't spoken in a long while.
"I forgive you."
