Doctor Who fic: First and Last [OneShot]
Title: First and Last
Fandom: Doctor Who
Size: 739 words
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I do not own Doctor Who. Did not create the story or the characters.
Top of the class. Top of everything.
Except, somehow, for him.
Even when so intelligent--intelligence acknowledged by even you yourself--he never truly tries to become best. He settles for the ridicule of struggling to make it passed the A-levels, to make it past all those programs and finally get what he wanted. What he didn't want at all.
Second attempt and only at 51% until he made it to that level.
So far beneath you. So far above you.
Because he's always been the one who thought to ask questions about things that no one questions. Even you never thought to question them. But once he started asking, you started questioning, and they started cowering. Having the failure demanding answers was easier--they could easily ignore him and pass his questions off as simple ignorance, even when they should know that no one would ever believe that. Everyone knew that he was more than just capable of thinking circles around that bunch. They just chose to pretend he wasn't.
But having their star following this example? Everyone looked to you. Everyone believed in you. You were a force that could not be denied, no matter how much they wished it.
So came the scandal, and they rid themselves of the one who had started the domino effect, not expecting then that he would come across an old Type 40 and steal it right under their noses. And oh, how they tried to cover their blunder. Tried so hard to at first pretend nothing happened, then tried to gently coax him back--promising him things he never wanted, never even thought to ask for--and then, finally, they turned to you.
How could they have known that this would be the start? That you would continue to follow his lead up until the point that you freed yourself of their hold, that you too ran from them out into the universe, determined to follow him, determined to out-do him. Because even if he was the one who had thought to question things, it should have been you.
Top of everything. In control of everything. Master of everything.
Everything but him.
And that's what gets you most, isn't it? That he has become so much more than you ever will--but no, you will become better--greater than he could ever hope to be. You are the Master and you control everything and everything obeys your every whim. That he doesn't shows that he's the one that will never amount to anything.
He remains the same.
Stubborn. Curious. Questioning. Lonely.
And even the name he eventually chooses shows his never-changing soul. No matter how many times he remains the last among your race.
The Doctor. Intelligent, idealistic, swearing no harm unto others, capable of fixing everything.
Everything but the one in control of everything. Everything but for you, who he will never be able to fix.
And isn't it just sad then... that all of this started because of one question? The one question he chose to ask which eventually led you both down this spiral that even Time Lords had to assume was destiny--to the point where you lie in the arms of his tenth incarnation, dying from a simple bullet wound, refusing to regenerate no matter how much he begs or shouts or cries.
Even as the darkness takes hold of you, you can hear that question ring out in his thoughts, hysterical thoughts full of grief and pain, making you grin your last grin knowing that this time it was your victory. Named himself as someone who fixes things and the one thing he cannot fix is that which is denied to even Time Lords.
Death.
Oh, but you have control over everything.
And you once had control over even your own death, able to continue on even when past what should have been your last regeneration.
Those dead fools of Gallifrey helped, of course, but it was all you.
And it was you who controlled life and death at that moment--regenerating or dying.
Whichever one was certain to bring him under your control--the control you had over him the moment he realized that you were alive at the end of the universe.
The Doctor could forgive you for your sins but no one, especially not yourself, would ever forgive him for his.
Broken. Self-loathing. Desperate. Lonely.
And you are on top of it all, even as it all fades away.
You are the Master of everything.
Everything obeys your every whim.
Even he who never changed.
You control him now.
And even when he burns your lifeless body, he will know it and laugh.
.
Fandom: Doctor Who
Size: 739 words
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I do not own Doctor Who. Did not create the story or the characters.
Top of the class. Top of everything.
Except, somehow, for him.
Even when so intelligent--intelligence acknowledged by even you yourself--he never truly tries to become best. He settles for the ridicule of struggling to make it passed the A-levels, to make it past all those programs and finally get what he wanted. What he didn't want at all.
Second attempt and only at 51% until he made it to that level.
So far beneath you. So far above you.
Because he's always been the one who thought to ask questions about things that no one questions. Even you never thought to question them. But once he started asking, you started questioning, and they started cowering. Having the failure demanding answers was easier--they could easily ignore him and pass his questions off as simple ignorance, even when they should know that no one would ever believe that. Everyone knew that he was more than just capable of thinking circles around that bunch. They just chose to pretend he wasn't.
But having their star following this example? Everyone looked to you. Everyone believed in you. You were a force that could not be denied, no matter how much they wished it.
So came the scandal, and they rid themselves of the one who had started the domino effect, not expecting then that he would come across an old Type 40 and steal it right under their noses. And oh, how they tried to cover their blunder. Tried so hard to at first pretend nothing happened, then tried to gently coax him back--promising him things he never wanted, never even thought to ask for--and then, finally, they turned to you.
How could they have known that this would be the start? That you would continue to follow his lead up until the point that you freed yourself of their hold, that you too ran from them out into the universe, determined to follow him, determined to out-do him. Because even if he was the one who had thought to question things, it should have been you.
Top of everything. In control of everything. Master of everything.
Everything but him.
And that's what gets you most, isn't it? That he has become so much more than you ever will--but no, you will become better--greater than he could ever hope to be. You are the Master and you control everything and everything obeys your every whim. That he doesn't shows that he's the one that will never amount to anything.
He remains the same.
Stubborn. Curious. Questioning. Lonely.
And even the name he eventually chooses shows his never-changing soul. No matter how many times he remains the last among your race.
The Doctor. Intelligent, idealistic, swearing no harm unto others, capable of fixing everything.
Everything but the one in control of everything. Everything but for you, who he will never be able to fix.
And isn't it just sad then... that all of this started because of one question? The one question he chose to ask which eventually led you both down this spiral that even Time Lords had to assume was destiny--to the point where you lie in the arms of his tenth incarnation, dying from a simple bullet wound, refusing to regenerate no matter how much he begs or shouts or cries.
Even as the darkness takes hold of you, you can hear that question ring out in his thoughts, hysterical thoughts full of grief and pain, making you grin your last grin knowing that this time it was your victory. Named himself as someone who fixes things and the one thing he cannot fix is that which is denied to even Time Lords.
Death.
Oh, but you have control over everything.
And you once had control over even your own death, able to continue on even when past what should have been your last regeneration.
Those dead fools of Gallifrey helped, of course, but it was all you.
And it was you who controlled life and death at that moment--regenerating or dying.
Whichever one was certain to bring him under your control--the control you had over him the moment he realized that you were alive at the end of the universe.
The Doctor could forgive you for your sins but no one, especially not yourself, would ever forgive him for his.
Broken. Self-loathing. Desperate. Lonely.
And you are on top of it all, even as it all fades away.
You are the Master of everything.
Everything obeys your every whim.
Even he who never changed.
You control him now.
And even when he burns your lifeless body, he will know it and laugh.
.