writing Dreams Live On

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Before you read the following fan fiction, please note that 90% of the people I have read this to! or who have read this, have either cried, wept, sobbed, or got a case of the feels. Read with caution.

For the full experience, read this while listening to either "The Tenth Doctor's Theme", or "Vale Decem".

You've been warned.

Comments are appreciated.

 

Dreams Live On

 

The 13th Doctor stumbled in the darkness that surrounded him. He groaned as he clutched his head. He still walked, in agony and pain. In all of time and space, he had never experienced so much pain before. It hurt. Bad. Walking still, he saw his destination. He knew that this was his last life. The new man he shall become will not be a Doctor. He would be something else, if there was one at all.

He approached the TARDIS and slowly stepped inside, before slamming the door behind him, closing the door to the cold night that lay outside the blue doors. He threw off his sweatshirt that he had held dear for almost 400 years. He now only was wearing his polo shirt and jeans. He stumbled to the dash of the TARDIS. He set the course for a lost planet that he had finally found over the span of the last 820 years. Gallifrey was his destination. He set the course for the planet, and let the TARDIS begin taking off. He stumbled around until he at last stood still, with one hand on the TARDIS' console. He whispered, ever so softly, "I'm sorry..." To the TARDIS as it landed on Gallifrey.

He looked at his hands with tears in his eyes as he saw regeneration dust begin to fly from his hands. Only this time, the dust was red. The Doctor's story was ending. Fitting, that he would end on Gallifrey, where it all began. It was true that he had saved the universe, and stopped the Daleks, but it was all over now, and so was he. The Doctor moved to the middle of the TARDIS, where he whispered "Good bye..."

With that said, the dust grew thicker and thicker around the Doctor. Until at last, there was a loud boom, and the Doctor was consumed by the red flame. The sound of fire and fury echoed throughout the red plains of Gallifrey, as the Doctor began to disappear. The TARDIS began to disappear, as well. The TARDIS had seen good use throughout time and space, and it was time for it to end, as well.

The Doctor was slowly disappearing, with his limbs first, then his torso, until the flame reached his head, where one tear escaped his eye before it, too, disappeared.

The Universe seemed to echo in despair as the Doctor ended his story, because, as it was once said, all songs must end. But the story never does.

Keep the dream alive.

~super2379

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