A Different Doctor

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Additional note: The Doctor’s dialog is bold, while the companion’s dialog and the rest of the story is not.


“Just this once, everybody lives!”


“Doctor, can we talk?”

“Of course, we can. I’ve always got time for you.”

“I’m going to get right to it. I think I want to go back home.”

“‘Go home’? What brings all this up?”

“I haven’t seen my mum in a long time. Haven’t talked to my friends in years. I’d rather not be forgotten because I’m off travelling.”

“You’ll never be forgotten! People all over time and space are already telling stories of how together you and I saved them.

“But something tells me that’s not really what’s bothering you, is it?”

“I was hoping I didn’t have to say this, but… it’s because you’ve changed, Doctor. I know you’re technically the same man –still love the Earth and humanity and risk your life to save them– but you’re still different from when we met.”

“Are you referring to my regeneration?”

*nods*

“How long have you felt like this? Did you feel like this last time?”

“No, it’s just this one. I’m not sure why it’s so different this time. Maybe because last time you’re the only thing that changed. This time it was not only you, but the TARDIS, the companions, the sonic screwdriver, and heck! even the Daleks changed!

“I’ve held off this conversation for so long because… I do know that you are the same man. The Doctor that I met is in there. Even your tenth incarnation — he’s in there. You’ve got their memories. I haven’t been able to bring myself to leave because … I promised him that I’d travel with him for forever. And yet, I know that I’ll never actually, completely get him back.

[Hugs.]

“I’m sorry, Doctor. I am so sorry.”

“Hey, now… it’s alright. Frankly, I’m surprised you lasted this long.

“Don’t worry about me. Companions come and go. Rose and Donna promised to stay forever, but they’re gone, too.”

“That’s not fair! They didn’t choose to go.”

“I’m sorry. Forget I said that. It was stupid of me. I only meant…

“So… you really want to go?”

[Hesitation in her agonised eyes.]

“I’m scared, Doctor. I feel incomplete here, but I’m afraid that if I leave I’ll realise my mistake and be trapped in some mundane life and never see you again.”

“I tell you what… I still have that mobile that Martha left me. You can take a break, and if you find that you want to come back, call that number and I’ll drop everything I’m doing and come rescue you from that ‘mundane life.’ But instead, if you prefer to remain on Earth… then, by all means I wish you the best of luck!”

“Thank you, Doctor! You’re still the most amazing man I’ve ever met. No matter what happens, always have a companion. You always need a companion. I know that in that past you’ve thought that all you do is hurt people. Just remember the old saying: ‘It’s better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all.’ Well, it also applies to travelling with you. I mean it. I wouldn’t trade the last seven years for anything. I love you — we all do. And if I never come back… Well, we’ll see how that goes.”

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[One last embrace.]

“I promised you, Doctor. I’m so sorry! Take care of yourself.”

“It’s OK. Don’t worry about me. I’ll be fine.

“I still think you’re brilliant. And fantastic — absolutely fantastic!”

“So are you, Doctor. So are you.”

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Author: Kuri

Kuri is a nerdy, introverted, clean-eating vegan who moved to a small town in the USA. She spends her time running, gaming, learning about food, astronomy, and grammar, watching her favourite movies/television, reading, and being an overall fangirl.

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