The doctor and Death

Death sighed as he exited the tardis which The Doctor was sitting in, Death had know The Doctor since the beginning. He was there at the start and he was here now. He'd done many things to the doctor. He'd stolen countless companions and friends, even strangers from The Doctor and over the countless years he'd grown used to The doctor and his many faces. He was a horrible creature, he could only destroy yet the doctor still kept him by his side, even greeted him like an old friend...even more at times.

Today they were on a new planet, it had been 3 weeks since death had joined The Doctor again and already he'd hurt him. Death looked down at his pale hands and closed them into fists. Why was he such a monster? Even amongst the over deaths, he had been strange. He had skin while the others did not. It was incredibly pale, he wore his usual dark jeans and today a black hoodie, the scythe charm braclet he wore around his wrist shone bright for a second before a shadow crafted scythe laid lightly against his hand. For a long moment death kept his eyes closed. He thought back to all the doctors companions, the ones he took by force and the others who ran away from the doctor. The ones who left him alone. But of course there were still some who had stayed. Death opened his eyes before bad memories resurfaced. He muttered to himself "keep those to yourself. Do not let him know how much you care, let nobody know!" And with that he walked off, maybe the doctor would be better off on his own? But death was too selfish to let the doctor leave him. And anyways, death still needed to find a way to apologise to him...

The doctor sat fiddling with his Bowtie. He was annoyed, death had ruined his mood and now they were going to ignore each other for as long as possible out of sheer pride. (So a day at most). He took a deep breath and let it out in a shout. He then slid down the wall and held his head in his hands, he spoke to the tardis "...I'm an idiot, aren't I girl?...I hope this isn't the end...I hate endings". The tardis hummed in response. "I know, I know...it'll be alright...someone will apologise and everything will be fine...I hope". Just then The Doctor had an idea. Standing quickly he marched through the tardis and headed towards the pool. He hadn't the chance to swim in a long time, he would cool himself down and then sort things out with death. Undressing quickly he hopped into the pool, the water sliding over his head easily. The water felt good agianst naked skin and he instantly felt relaxed. Still even floating in the water his mind drifted to death. He liked death, yet he held a hate for him. He knew himself it was an inevitable thing in itself but the thought that someone could decide if someone died...it just made him cold inside. The people he had cared for were taken by him...and now he cared for him, why were his feelings such a mess?

Now even the water he just entered felt awkward and he couldn't stand it anymore. Climbing out he began to think back. Death wasn't actually 'death', he was from a race of aliens who could kill with ease, a Great War had destroyed and now death wondered, hoping to never find any of his own kind. The doctor felt a twinge of pain. How he would give anything to see his own race again...No! He pushed the thoughts aside and dried and dressed himself, again fiddling with the Bowtie. He smiled to himself as he remembered Amy and Rory. Then their deaths. He was such an idiot...such a...what was he anymore? He wasn't a hero nor was he a villain... What was the doctor now?

He heard a voice and thinking it to be Death hurriedly towel dried his hair. "De? That you?" No reply. Maybe the water had had an effect after all... "De, listen we were both in the wrong but well...Sorry. I don't want to have to ignore you, De?" Still no reply. Curious The Doctor walked back to the main hub of the tardis. He was surprised to see Death standing there....with someone else. "Doctor...Sorry about earlier...I know an apology won't be enough...so I've decided that I'll try and do something. So I invited an old, old friend over to help...". The doctor only stared at the stranger. He knew him he just couldn't put his mind to it but he knew something was wrong, his hearts quickened with worry. "Oh? That's fine." Something was wrong with De too, he wasn't his confident normal self...who was this stranger? The stranger was tall, towering over the tall Death, he loomed over the doctor and smiled. "Nice to meet you. I am cook. I work at this planets motel, I know Death from long Time ago, can I borrow kitchen?" Cook's voice was deep and laced with something similar to a Russian accent. The doctor felt small, worried and most of all confused. Three things he hated. "Sure, Death show your friend the way okay? I'm going to be outside for a bit". Death nodded and they passed each other, a silence passed between them and for a very brief moment The Doctor felt jealous. He went outside and as the door shut fiddled with his Bowtie.

He always did this when he was either happy or when he was worried.