The Doctor only wants to move on from his past, but it refuses to rest. He is hunted down by the Master, who not only drags a kidnapped human woman with him, but also demands help with "fixing" her. Amy convinces the Doctor to agree, unknowing of wh...
The next day Vincent finally went out to paint the church. Happy and fidgety as ever the Doctor rushed ahead, jumped around and babbled on and on and on without ever taking a break.
Amy was with him, constantly glued to the painter's side though. The two of them went surprisingly well together. Not at least because of Vincent's constant and blunt flirting that seemed to flatter the red haired human quite a lot, even though she never gave into it.
Watching someone do a complete painting, though, turned out to be one of the most boring things the Doctor ever had to endure.
He still wasn't completely sure if Amy had forgotten about Rory entirely. It often seemed as if she had short moments where she remembered something. And even if it was only a feeling, a word, a humming melody in the air... it was still enough.
The Master had been wrong, the Doctor decided. Even when it was painful to witness a loved person die, everyone still deserved the right to remember. Because if you remembered someone, it meant they were real once. But if no one was able to recall your very existence... than had they ever been real in the first place?
He had to think of Roka and the weird glitch that had plagued most of her life. How must it have felt to be nothing but a ghost? No... not even that. People believed in ghosts. But you can't believe in something you don't remember.
He had to think of what he had heard about the past 150 years. How she had left symbols all over time and space, had altered events and people, had done some incredible things for a human. And all that to leave a trace for the only person, who could prove that she was real. The only one who was ever able to remember her.
And the Master... the very man who refused to let anyone near him, who had ran his whole life from commitment... he, of all people, had suffered the pain of having to kill the person he loved, to save her from vanishing from reality.
The Doctor wondered if he would have done the same, if he would have had the strength to do that. All those times when he had watched companions leave, or even die, he still had kept them in his hearts, and he would do so for however long he would be allowed to live.
But then again... he never did have that choice before.
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Watching the Master rip out a piece of reality and put it on a canvas definitely was fascinating to watch, Roka decided. He had stayed back, not in the least willing to get himself killed by some invisible monster, as he had put it. Roka initially had planned to come along, but when she had seen the Time Lord standing in the back yard, eyes glued to the cloudy sky, she had decided to stay too.
"Not running after danger again?" he remarked snarky, when saw her. "And there I thought it was a hobby of yours to risk your life."
"What's your problem?" she asked back a little irritated. "You put me in danger more often than I can count. You throw yourself into it at every opportunity."
