The Littlest Timelord: The Death of the Doctor

Chapter 19

Amy came running back into the room, the Ganger Doctor following. "Keep him away from me," she said, looking like she was about to cry.

"Did you sense it?" the Ganger Doctor asked.

"Briefly. Not as strong as you," the Doctor said.

"Amy, I'm sorry."

"No, you keep away. We can't trust you," Amy told him.

"It would appear I can connect to the Flesh."

Wait. Why would he phrase it that way if he was the Ganger?

"You are Flesh."

It finally dawned on Elise.

"I'm beginning to understand what it's been through, what it needs."

"What you want. You are it."

"It's much more powerful than we thought. The Flesh can grow, correct?"

"Its cells can divide," Cleaves said.

"Well, now it wants to do that at will. It wants revenge. It's in pain, angry. It wants revenge."

"I was right. You're not the Doctor. You can't ever be. You're just a copy," Amy said.

Elise looked at the redhead. Didn't she understand what was going on?

"Doctor, it might be best if you stayed over there for now, hmm?" Cleaves suggested.

"Hold on a minute, hold your horses. I thought I'd explained this. I'm him, he's me," said the Doctor sitting next to her.

"Doctor, we have no issue with you, but when it comes to your Ganger..."

"Don't be so absurd."

"Buzzer."

"Sure, boss," he said.

The Doctor in front of her straightened his bowtie.

"Take a seat, mate," Buzzer said.

He sat down on the barrel presented to him. "Nice barrel, very comfy. Why not? Is this really what you want?"

Elise walked over to him and sat on the floor next to him.

"Elise..." Amy said.

"No, Amy. It doesn't matter which one is the Ganger and which one is the Doctor. They're both the Doctor."

The Doctor sitting next to her stroked her hair, while the one over by Cleaves and Amy winked at her. Elise just hoped she was right.

A voice came over the console. "This is the shuttle. We're right above you, but we can't get low enough. Gamma static could fry our nav-controls. Sit tight. We'll get to you. Just..."

The Doctor pulled out his sonic screwdriver and soniced Cleaves, who was rubbing her forehead.

"Hello? Can you hear me?" Jimmy asked the pilot.

"If I can't find Rory. I'm going out there," Amy told the Doctor.

He was examining the results on the screwdriver. "We could use the sonic to track him. Humans and Gangers give off slightly different signals. The sonic needs to tell the difference."

"Oh, so the sonic knows Gangers are different. The other Doctor is different," Amy said.

"He is the Doctor."

"Not to me. I can tell."

"Sure you're not prejudiced?"

"Nice try, but I know, okay? We've been through too much. You're my Doctor. End of."