Doctor Who fic: Who Else? (2/?)
Title: Who Else?
Fandom: Doctor Who
Ratings: PG
Spoilers: s06e11: The God Complex
Characters: The Doctor
Summary: What does the Doctor see when he opens his door? Every chapter will contain a different possibility.
Disclaimer: I own neither Doctor Who nor any of its characters.
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1. The Doctor
The plaque read “11” and he could see his distorted reflection in the brass. He grabbed the knob and twisted, peering inside to find out what awaited him. “Of course,” he said, a sad smile forming on his face. “Who else?”
He stared at the man he might have been. His most hated friend. His best enemy. Could there ever have been any hope in redemption? Rule or serve... Why could he never see reason? There was so much more to life! Instead, his friend sank to the blackest depths, the sticky tar of hatred and craze pulling him forever downward. And there was no hand reaching out to offer him salvation; no one to absolve him of his sins. Would this be his own fate as well? As he was unable to save others, would no one be there for him?
Briefly, he wondered, what would the Master see if the situation was reversed? Would he see the condescending image of the Doctor towering over him, judging him, until he felt the dueling emotions of humiliation and guilt beating harshly through his hearts? No. Because the Master was gone, no one’s fault and everyone’s. Yet it was only the Doctor’s loss.
But the burden did not overpower him; if it had that ability, he would have succumbed to it long ago. No, he knew this was not his time. Carefully, he closed the door again, placing a “Do not disturb” sign over the knob, and continued on his way.
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Fandom: Doctor Who
Ratings: PG
Spoilers: s06e11: The God Complex
Characters: The Doctor
Summary: What does the Doctor see when he opens his door? Every chapter will contain a different possibility.
Disclaimer: I own neither Doctor Who nor any of its characters.
Previous:
1. The Doctor
The plaque read “11” and he could see his distorted reflection in the brass. He grabbed the knob and twisted, peering inside to find out what awaited him. “Of course,” he said, a sad smile forming on his face. “Who else?”
He stared at the man he might have been. His most hated friend. His best enemy. Could there ever have been any hope in redemption? Rule or serve... Why could he never see reason? There was so much more to life! Instead, his friend sank to the blackest depths, the sticky tar of hatred and craze pulling him forever downward. And there was no hand reaching out to offer him salvation; no one to absolve him of his sins. Would this be his own fate as well? As he was unable to save others, would no one be there for him?
Briefly, he wondered, what would the Master see if the situation was reversed? Would he see the condescending image of the Doctor towering over him, judging him, until he felt the dueling emotions of humiliation and guilt beating harshly through his hearts? No. Because the Master was gone, no one’s fault and everyone’s. Yet it was only the Doctor’s loss.
But the burden did not overpower him; if it had that ability, he would have succumbed to it long ago. No, he knew this was not his time. Carefully, he closed the door again, placing a “Do not disturb” sign over the knob, and continued on his way.
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