Broken Time

Chapter Seven: Fixed Time

The Doctor sat with his fallen friend in front of him, John sat next to him, crying, he'd just got engaged and now his fiancé was dead, killed by that bloody creature in the corner.

The Doctor stood up, and furiously strode towards the Dreamer.

"Now I'm angry, NOW I AM ANGRY!!!"

"That's wonderful, so much easier to control when there's anger flowing through your veins."

"Really?" asked the Doctor, "Well you must be thinking about someone else, because, there is NO WAY I am letting you control me."

"The anger," states the Dreamer, tipping his head back, like he's relaxed, "oh, the wonderful, beautiful anger, you have so much, I wonder if I could multiply it?"

"Don't you dare."

"Rose Tyler, Martha Jones, Donna Noble, Jack Harkness, Astrid Peth, River Song."

"Those names hurt, but they can't make me angry."

"Amelia Jessica Pond, the Girl Who Waited for you for 14 years and you never came back, and her husband ... who was it?"

"Rory."

"Yes, Rory Arthur Williams, the Lone Centurion. Oh those two, Doctor, you had a team, a family, but they were lost. Taken by the Angels themselves."

"Stop it."

"And you couldn't do anything."

"I said Stop it."

"All you could do was mourn them, but you didn't you cried then you moved on."

"I Never moved on, not ever, never ever."

"Oh you did though, Doctor in the box, you replaced them, with Kate and John, but now they are gone too."

"No they're not, only Kate is, John is still here, he's still fighting, aren't you John?"

The Doctor turns to see John standing in the corner with a Dalek Laser Gun in his hands, tears on his cheeks, but a fighting look on his face.

"John what are you doing?" asked the Doctor, worried.

"That, that, creature there, it killed Kate, it killed Hamish, it killed all the Daleks, it's powerful enough to destroy the entire universe."

"So?"

"So, I need to stop it."

The Doctor paces up to John, touching him on the shoulder.

"No you don't it's not up to you."

"Yes it is," answered John, "because it killed my fiancé, the only woman I will ever love and I've lost her."

"I know, but violence isn't going to bring her back."

John pushes the Doctor over out of the way, the Doctor, stumbles to the ground and stares up at his friend, the only friend left.

"John, please don't."

"I'm sorry Doctor, I really am, but I have to."

John fires the gun, at the same time the Dreamer lifts his arm, vortex and laser meeting creating a huge ball of energy in the middle, the ball expanding, the Doctor covering his face, protecting his eyes from the penetrating light, then, the light ball expands right over John and the Dreamer and it flashes, then fades, with no sight of either John, or the Dreamer, the Doctor lies their, a tear slips down his face, and he sits up, relaxing his back against the wall, and puts his head back, and sighs.

*

The Doctor stands in the control room of the TARDIS, his hands placed a few switches away from one another, his feet firmly on the ground and his head down, as his small blue box slowly drifts through space. He looks up at the time rotor. He pulls a switch and the TARDIS control room flickers fading into a new design, more machine than the last. He then looks at the new scanner.

"I need a break"

He types in the coordinates for:

LONDON, 1892

The TARDIS sets off towards the new destination. Where the Doctor will find a new adventures.

THIS IS POSSIBLY THE FINAL MATT SMITH STORY I WILL WRITE, THERE MAY EVERY NOW AND THEN BE AN EXCEPTION IF I THINK OF A GOOD STORY-LINE WITH MATT IN IT, BUT FOR NOW THE STAGE IS SET FOR PETER CAPALDI, WELL AFTER NEIL-PATRICK HARRIS