The Earth Will Be Burning [Doctor Who Fanfiction]

The Bad Wolf is Dying

      What I saw, I will never ever forget.

      "Kocshei?" My Mother's face was the worst I had ever seen. She held tissues in her hand, and even from across the room, I could see the blood on them. Never before had I been so scared in my life. I walked up towards her, grabbing the hand that wasn't covered in tissues.

      "Mum?" I could see the tears forming in her eyes and could feel the ones threatening to spill over, in mine, but I refused to let them fall. I would not cry, as I did with my dad. 

      "Kocshei, you're going to be alone for a while. I have to leave now. You've known this was going to happen for a long time. Just promise me," another hacking cough. "promise me you'll be safe." The Doctor kept to the shadows, making sure my Mother could not see him, but at the moment, I did not care.

      "Mum... please... please don't do this." I kept my eyes unblinking, as to keep tears away. 

      "Kocshei... I have no choice."

      "What will I do without you?"

      "I don't know...I honestly don't know. All I can say, is that you need to be brave." The thought of death was, and always has been, the worst for me. So naturally I changed the subject.

      "I met someone on my way home today." My Mother chuckled, bringing a small cough afterwards.

      "Oh, really? Who was that then?"

      "He calls himself The Doctor." Her smile immediately fell, and her eyes suddenly held a tiny amount of panic.

      "What?"

      "Yeah, he says he used to know you."

      "Where is he now?" The Doctor stepped out of the shadows and greeted my mother with a small smile.

     "Hello Rose," he spoke just barely loud enough, so we could hear.

      "Doctor?" she said in a whisper only I could hear.

      "Oh, how I've missed you," he said it slowly and reverently.

      "Oh, shut it," my Mum said with a smile. There was silence for several minutes. then her last coughing fit began. She grabbed some of the tissues lying around her, I could see the blood coming from her mouth and nose.

      "Mum?" I asked.

      "I'm fine, dear. I'm fine." She waved me away. "Doctor, come here." He hurriedly came over and knelled next to her.

      "What is it Rose?" I barely heard his voice. His eyes had a panicked looked to them. A helpless look.

      "I want you to take care of him." He nodded his head. "Promise me, you will take care of him."

      "I promise, Rose. With Both my hearts." By this point, tears were streaming down both my mum's and the Doctor's faces.

      "Rose... please. Please don't leave me."

      "I'm sorry, Doctor... I love you." Her eyes start to drop a little.

     "Rose! Rose, please! Please, Rose no!" And as my Mum took her final breath, she laid down on the pillow beneath her head and then she was gone.

      "Rose? Rose, please. I love you," the Doctor sobbed over my mother's body, showing more emotion than I would ever dare. I just looked at the ground, refusing to admit that I had just became an orphan.

      I waited for the Doctor to finish with his stupid tears. Tears I wouldn't shed for anyone. The thought of it disgusted me. I just wanted everything to be over with.

      The Doctor finally finished. He took several deep breaths, then looked up me and for a few moments we just stared at each other, not saying anything.

     "Alright, then, Koschei. Allons-y." He jumped back up, and acted as if my Mother hadn't just died.

      "Where are we going?" and I was following along with the act.

      "We are going to go get someone to pick Rose up, then we are going to get into my TARDIS and leave." Pick her up, wow. He made it sound as if it were just a movie trip.

      "Alright, then," was my short response.

.   .   .   .

      My Mother was gone, taken off by some coffin-people or whatever. I didn't really care anymore. Soon, I would disappear from this universe, and no one would be left to care.

      The Doctor and I walked into his TARDIS-thingy. Him, bouncing around as if he just discovered a new species, and me, with my shoulders slumped, hands in pockets.

      "Alright Koschei, I imagine you would want a nap after this dreadfully exhausting adventure."

      "What adventure?" His face fell, almost like he was regretting his words, but his face soon formed back into his sickeningly joyful smile. Something I absolutely despised. I absolutely despised him, but my Mother wanted him to take care of me, so I would respect her last wish. Stay with him, and act his despicable act with him.

      "Your room should be down the hallway, the first door to the left." He pointed down one of the hallways that led away from the console room. I walked away without a word and when I got to my room, I saw a guitar in the corner. My Father taught me how to play, and so I did. 

      I played Ballad of a Weary Traveler. It was the saddest song I knew, perfect to match my mood. The only way I could explain how I felt, or was incapable of feeling. Just as I was getting to my favorite part of the song, the Doctor walked in and ruined it.

      "Are you getting all settled in?" I gave him a fake smile, and nodded my head.

      "That's good, tell me if you need anything." I nodded again, and he left.

      That was the the moment I decided, I hated it. I hated the Doctor.