My Mad Doctor

Epilogue

A/N Oh my TimeLord, it's over. My first completed story. I honestly can't believe it. Wow. Okay, if you guys enjoyed my writing, I have a lovely Sherlock Fanfic called Consulting Fangirl you could ckeck out. Just a suggestion. 

Enjoy the epilogue, and thank you so very much for everything you guys have done for me. I clearly have the best fans in the world! :)))) 

The lonely man stood up from the battlefield, carrying in his arms the body of his fallen love. The chaos around him seemed to fade into nothing, a whisper of danger amongst the roar of rage in his ears. 

He watched as the people fought with new rage, new anger over Violet's death. Callum screamed and attcked the cyber man holding him. With a shout he commanded the other humans in a desperate battle against the silver men. 

It worked. They held back the tide of cyber men with a furious fire inside their hearts, Callum in the lead. The prophecy shone loud and clear in The Doctor's eyes now. 

"And so it is written, a man and a woman shall fight a great enemy in a city of stone. One will die while the other shall lead a great army to the destruction of a race. And thus, the third and final trial is fulfilled."

It was never stated in the prophecy that it had to be either him or Violet to lead them. Callum was the final piece. He was the warrior here. Violet had to die so that Callum could save the world. What a beautiful cruelty the universe had devised for them. 

The trial was fulfilled, The Doctor could see that. Violet was dead and Callum was leading an army of humans to the destruction of the cyber men. 

With all the fighting and madness around him, no one noticed The Doctor as he walked out of the building and onto the streets. Other humans were there, more survivors who had been in hiding. They were fighting now, and winning. 

The Doctor ignored them. He marched stonily on, Violet's lifeless body lying in his arms. He couldnt look at her face, her calm, peaceful face. It hurt too much. 

Instead, he kept his eyes on the horizon, ignoring the battle before him. He made no move to intervene. History was being written and The Doctor was ignoring it. This wasn't something he wanted to see. 

He stepped into his TARDIS and placed Violet on the ground  as gently as he could before moving to the console. His nimble fingers adjusted the date to a few days after the incident, knowing exactly where he could find the one person he needed at the moment. 

When they landed, he picked her up and carried her into the dimly lit room that was once her flat. 

Her roomate, Sierra, looked up at him with wide eyes. "You're alive," she breathed in relief. It was then when she noticed Violet lying limply in his arms. Her face fell, but there seemed to be a look of acceptence there. The Doctor then remmebered that Sierra had seen the whole thing. She saw what Violet did. 

"I thought maybe... When you took her away..." The already fading hope in her voice was cut off when The Doctor placed her on the couch, a single tear staining his cheeks.

"I'm so sorry," he whispered. In that moment, he wasn't sure who he was apologizing to: Sierra or Violet.

Sierra let out a strangled sob before rushing over to her best friend's side. The Doctor knew it wasn't his place to stay, yet his feel wouldn't obey him. All he could do was stare at the floor with a dead expression on his face as Sierra cried.

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"Here," Sierra said with a sniffle, handing a bundle of papers to The Doctor. "She would have wanted you to have these." The Doctor stared down at them curiously, wondering what they could be.

He smiled a fake smile at Sierra before retreating back to the TARDIS. Once inside, he opened the papers and skimmed the first page.

My Mad Doctor: A novel by Violet Grace

Inside was a note written in curvy hand writing. Violet's hand writing. 

Sierra,

If you're reading this, get out of my room, this is my rough draft. If you're still reading this and I haven't killed you for it, that must mean I'm off with The Doctor or dead. And finally, if I'm dead, this isn't you reading this note, it's him. 

Hello Doctor. First off, I love you. I just wanted you to know in case I haven't told you yet, the chicken that I am. Secondly, this book is for you. It's not done yet, but I did the best I could, considering I died at the end. I wanted you to have this so you understand how much my time with you meant to me. I don't regret anything. Not my death, not Demeter, not meeting you, and no, not even that God-awful red dress I was wearing. 

I love you and I want you to promise me that you'll move on and enjoy your life. Don't forget about me, Doctor, but don't stop living for me either. Make my death worth something. And for God's sake, never get rid of that bloody awful bow tie. You wouldn't be you without it. 

I love you, Doctor. 

Forever,

Violet Grace. 

The old man smiled at the note, the first smile in what seemed like forever. It felt good to smile.

With her hazel eyes in mind, The Doctor looked up and whispered, "I promise, Violet Grace. I promise."