Quantum Survivor

I Survived

I survived? I love it when I do that!

I looked around me and saw that I wasn't in the Tardis I knew. I held the coral designs and thought, "Ninth, maybe tenth." 

I looked around some more and saw a mess and a leather jacket tossed aside, "Ninth."

I walked around until I found a bathroom, just what I was looking for! I went in and looked in the mirror. "Of course I regenerated. I died!" 

I could come to appreciate my tanned skin and dark hair that had ombre to a light brown. I also loved how the new American accent rolled off my new tongue.

I decided to go to the wardrobe to change before finding the Ninth Doctor. If what I think happened, actually happened, I would only be here long enough to help this Doctor.

The Tardis gave me a romper and some cute sandals and my old fob watch. I opened it and saw that it was made into the locket that had Rose picture in it. I kissed the watch then kissed the Tardis, "Thank you."

She hummed.

After I changed I walked to the first place that came to mind, the Gallifrey Gallery. It was the place I had gone when I was missing my world. The room wasn't just a room but it held emotions and allowed me to feel a little more connected with my lost ones.

When I entered the room I saw a man, slouched over and half asleep. It was the Doctor, fresh from the Time War.

"Hello?"

He turned to me, and deflated, "Who are you?" He didn't really care, he just wanted to die, to be left alone to die.

That's what he thought anyway.

I decided to use a fake name, so that if he met past me he wouldn't be able to tell for sure, "Syria Moors."

He shrugged, "How did you get on here?"

"The Tardis called me here. I prayed, and she came." Simplified, can't tell him too much.

"I've been praying too. Fat lot of good it did me."

I walked over to his side, "May I sit?"

He shrugged, not caring.

I sat and looked at the setting suns, "You know, I had a home like this once. I lost it a while ago, along with everyone I ever knew."

"I'm sorry." He genuinely was.

"Nothing sorry can do about it, yet we feel it anyway."

He nodded and went back to being quiet.

I continued my story, "I had a husband, never had the chance to have kids though. You see, a war took him away too soon. I never saw him after that. Just people that were similar to him. I clung to them, in hopes that it would bring back the love and feelings that I had felt from my husband... it wasn't the same though. I was just a leech." I played with the romper ruffles, "I had felt so happy with him, then it all came crashing down. The man that I had fallen in love with had another person, one in better conditions then I was. So, I let him go. I lost my home, my husband, and the man I thought could be my second home. All cause I care too much."

I turned to him, "What did you lose?"

He looked to the stars that had started to shine, "I lost my home planet. The one I had started my family on, the same family I lost. A war took them away too. The war only just ended, I ended it. I hate myself for ending it." His voice cracked, "I lost my name, the right to my title. I broke a promise."

He went quiet again.

I looked at the stars that he was looking at, "I love the stars, and I hate them too." He was confused, I could feel it. "See, I hate them cause, they symbolize worlds that we can never touch, dreams that we can never achieve. I hate them cause they are so far away, they could be dead along with the silly little wishes that children place upon them. Yet I love them, cause they remind me of when I was young enough to believe in wishing upon stars, brave enough to try to travel to them, and desperate enough to dream of ridiculous things."

"I used to love travelling to them. I was so much younger, so foolish. I felt as if the end would never be able to catch-up with me since I was running so fast. In the end, it all caught up at the same time and toppled on top of me." I wanted to hug him, but then I knew he would stop opening up. I needed him to open up so that I could help him.

"My family died. I had traveled to the stars while they started to parish in a war I was too ignorant to know had started." A tear fell from his eyes, "My family died and I hate it. Not cause they died, but because I survived."

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