These Broken Stars {A DW Fanfiction}

2 : Building Trust

These Broken Stars
Chapter Two : Building Trust

"I'm the man your parents wanted you to find. I'm the last Time Lord, Esther. I'm the Doctor."

I gasped. No wonder he knew so much about me! And he told the story so well... How did I not notice that? Maybe I was distracted by his story, or maybe, his emerald eyes. His eyes. They were so sad. I looked into his eyes and studied them. They were filled with ice and fire. Rage and gentleness. Violence and peace. Happiness and sadness. Loneliness. Mourning. Age.

By just looking into his eyes, I knew how he felt. He felt like me, alone, sad, left alone to venture on. He had destroyed his own race to save countless of others, and it came with great costs. He was like me ; left to see their mortal loved ones die. I still get a bit morbid; it seems to be my aesthetic.

I took his hand from across the table, making his emerald eyes meet my blue ones. His eyes were swimming with an emotion I couldn't trace. Confusion? Hope? Shame?

"I'm sorry, Doctor. I shouldn't have blamed you without listening to you. I didn't know who you were. I thought the Doctor was someone who wanted to get my parents in trouble, not help them. I judged you and assumed you were someone you were not. I'm sorry. It's not your fault Cryphon is a dead planet."

"How can you forgive me that easily? You don't know me."

"And maybe, Doctor, you don't really know me either. You don't need to apologize, because I don't need to forgive you. The fault isn't yours." And of course I felt ashamed myself, judging a man I never really knew other than his name as a whisper in the wind.

"But - it was my fault everyone died! It was my fault I wasn't there on time! It was my fault I couldn't of at least saved your parents, Esther! I'm supposed to help people, but I didn't this time. I was too late."

"It's not your fault, for the last bloody time, Doctor. Blame the Daleks, they're always too violent anyways. I was here while they invaded England, and Churchill trusted them anyways. They wanted Earth, I suppose, right? And you stopped them." His lips delicately twisted into a wry smile, his emerald eyes filled with a new sense of glee.

For a moment, I realized yet again his frail state. I wonder, do Time Lords ever sleep or eat?

"You need lots of food. And lots of sleep if you ask me."

His face looked suddenly betrayed. "Do I look weak? I feel lovely! I haven't felt better in ages!" Ages? Geez, I just noticed how old the Doctor must be. I rolled my eyes and yanked him out of the sofa, dragging him behind me.

"Wait! You don't even know where you're going! You'll get us lo- oh. I guess you know your way around here?" We entered the main console room. How did I find my way through here? Maybe, it was just instinct.

He let go of my hand, and stroked the wall, and trailed his fingers on the hallway entrance. "What are you up to, girl? You've just started acting funny - you've been asleep for a while." He whispered. I was about to ask him who he was talking to, but then I remembered. He was like me, immortal, lonely, close to inanimate objects.

Although, he seemed a bit too close.

I began to walk towards the entrance, but his voice rang through my ears again. "Where are you going?" He asked me, catching up.

"Home." I stated simply. "Are you coming? You've got to eat something, I mean, look at you, you're like a toothpick." And with that, I walked out.

I heard him gasp as I stepped out of the box. It was dark already?

"Toothpick? Did you just call me a toothpick?" I heard him fumble with keys as he retorted.