Part 01 - What Came Before?
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Adult +
Chapters:
7
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Chapter 03 - Betrayal?
Chapter 03 - Betrayal?
If he hadn’t been looking at him, Alistair might have missed his friend’s soft cry of despair. Stepping closer and speaking softly in hopes of not startling him the Brigadier stated gently, "It's ok Doctor. Your safe, your in the TARDIS."
The Doctor thought as he awoke was there was something wrong. He couldn't at first place what, but something was definitely not as he had expected. He heard someone speaking but couldn't place why he knew that voice.
In a rush of memories, he remembered and promptly wished he hadn’t, the flood of memories from the last few days nearly drowning him in grief. All he could do was repeat over and over the word no in ever escalating and panicked tones; it was as if he hoped, like some charm, it would some how make the horror of listening to millions of his peoples death screams as he had destroyed his planet of birth, go away.
He didn't know which was worse the screams or the deafening silence that followed as the last of his people was forever silenced. He wasn't supposed to have lived; he hadn't wanted this! Anger flares in him as he remembers his resolution to join the others in their eternal rest and his desperate search through the med lab for something that would give him the final the escape he so craved. A way to ensure that he wouldn't just regenerate. He knew he had it right; yet, somehow he had been cheated. With that, he realizes there is only one being that would have been able to circumvent his choice. His ship had betrayed him! With that knowledge, he leaps up and begins to yell at the TARDIS.
"How dare you do this to me! How could you?!? You had no right!" Charging to the closest wall he begins to beat at it with his fists completely oblivious to the confused humans now sharing the room with him. "How could you!?!” He demands.
The TARDIS replies distressed through their telepathic link 'How could I not Theta??' Scathingly she replies with all the anguish she has carried alone as his body healed. 'Have you forgotten that your not the only one who lost everything? Your all I have left!'
Stunned by her anguish he crumples to his knees ashamed. In doing so his forehead thumps against the wall in front of him with a bang as he replies in the quietest of whispers "You would have better off without me."
Her reply is gentle in his mind almost as if in apology for her outburst 'No, no I wouldn't and you know that; I need you.'
Alistair startled by the Doctor's sudden screams of no had tried to get through to him, trying to comfort his friend. He wasn’t even sure he was aware he was there, until he had begun to make demands. At that, he started to try to explain to him why he was there. Only to realize he hadn't been addressing him at all, as he launched himself past him at the nearest wall.
Harry on hearing the yelling from down the hall sprinted back from the kitchen just in time to see the Doctor pummeling his hands bloody against the unyielding medical room wall. As both the Brigadier and Harry hurried over to grab him, to try to stop his destructive behavior, he collapsed cracking his head sharply in his decent which seem to temporarily stun him. As they pulled his unresisting body back to the bed Harry asked the Brigadier, "What's going on?"
The Brigadier’s response was a puzzled look and shrug, which made it clear he wasn't sure.
The Doctor finally became fully aware of the two humans as they helped him from the floor and back to bed.
Just as he dropped down heavily to a sitting position on the bed, the TARDIS added an additional thought. 'And they need you too Theta'.
Looking up at them bleary eyed he questioned "Brigadier, Harry," looking between the two men he continued, "How did you get here?"
The Brigadier and Harry looked at each other as if to say you want to handle this or shall I? Looking pointedly at the Doctor's battered hands Harry took the lead. "Doctor you have been hurt lets get you patched up first."
Looking down at his hands he took in the sight of the damaged and bleeding skin on his knuckles as if just noticing them for the first time. With that, he sighed and nodded his consent.
As Harry suspected even after all this time most of the supplies he was looking for were still stored in approximately the same places; no surprise there really, this was one of rooms where the Doctor was quite particular about where things were kept. He had once told Harry that it was 'unacceptable that any one on board HIS TARDIS should be left suffering because some incompetent idiot couldn't be bothered to put things where they belonged'. He smiled at the memory, because at the time of his pronouncement the Doctor himself had stored the item in question incorrectly not two days before. It was a point that at the time would have been much more amusing to Harry if he hadn't urgently needed that type of bandages. His musings interrupted as the Doctor quietly asked, "She let you in didn't she?
The Doctor really didn't need him to answer there was very little in the universe that could get into a TARDIS with out the TARDIS' permission. He just needed to hear it. In spite of all the evidence he still didn't want to believe the she would do something so willful, so against his desires. Even though on one level he felt totally betrayed by his long term traveling partner there was another that was glad. There was at least one being in the universe who not only knew what he had been forced to do, but still cared for him in spite of his actions.
The Brigadier replied in her defense, "Yes she did, it was obvious she was very worried about you."
The Doctor harrumphed not wanting to get into what he was feeling about the TARDIS or why.
The Brigadier then asked with a quirked eyebrow and a challenging voice as if daring the Doctor to open up about what had happened in the past week "Is there still a reason for that?" He really hoped the Doctor wouldn't try to bluff through as he had so many other times and try to ignore what had been obviously something very traumatic.
If he hadn’t been looking at him, Alistair might have missed his friend’s soft cry of despair. Stepping closer and speaking softly in hopes of not startling him the Brigadier stated gently, "It's ok Doctor. Your safe, your in the TARDIS."
The Doctor thought as he awoke was there was something wrong. He couldn't at first place what, but something was definitely not as he had expected. He heard someone speaking but couldn't place why he knew that voice.
In a rush of memories, he remembered and promptly wished he hadn’t, the flood of memories from the last few days nearly drowning him in grief. All he could do was repeat over and over the word no in ever escalating and panicked tones; it was as if he hoped, like some charm, it would some how make the horror of listening to millions of his peoples death screams as he had destroyed his planet of birth, go away.
He didn't know which was worse the screams or the deafening silence that followed as the last of his people was forever silenced. He wasn't supposed to have lived; he hadn't wanted this! Anger flares in him as he remembers his resolution to join the others in their eternal rest and his desperate search through the med lab for something that would give him the final the escape he so craved. A way to ensure that he wouldn't just regenerate. He knew he had it right; yet, somehow he had been cheated. With that, he realizes there is only one being that would have been able to circumvent his choice. His ship had betrayed him! With that knowledge, he leaps up and begins to yell at the TARDIS.
"How dare you do this to me! How could you?!? You had no right!" Charging to the closest wall he begins to beat at it with his fists completely oblivious to the confused humans now sharing the room with him. "How could you!?!” He demands.
The TARDIS replies distressed through their telepathic link 'How could I not Theta??' Scathingly she replies with all the anguish she has carried alone as his body healed. 'Have you forgotten that your not the only one who lost everything? Your all I have left!'
Stunned by her anguish he crumples to his knees ashamed. In doing so his forehead thumps against the wall in front of him with a bang as he replies in the quietest of whispers "You would have better off without me."
Her reply is gentle in his mind almost as if in apology for her outburst 'No, no I wouldn't and you know that; I need you.'
Alistair startled by the Doctor's sudden screams of no had tried to get through to him, trying to comfort his friend. He wasn’t even sure he was aware he was there, until he had begun to make demands. At that, he started to try to explain to him why he was there. Only to realize he hadn't been addressing him at all, as he launched himself past him at the nearest wall.
Harry on hearing the yelling from down the hall sprinted back from the kitchen just in time to see the Doctor pummeling his hands bloody against the unyielding medical room wall. As both the Brigadier and Harry hurried over to grab him, to try to stop his destructive behavior, he collapsed cracking his head sharply in his decent which seem to temporarily stun him. As they pulled his unresisting body back to the bed Harry asked the Brigadier, "What's going on?"
The Brigadier’s response was a puzzled look and shrug, which made it clear he wasn't sure.
The Doctor finally became fully aware of the two humans as they helped him from the floor and back to bed.
Just as he dropped down heavily to a sitting position on the bed, the TARDIS added an additional thought. 'And they need you too Theta'.
Looking up at them bleary eyed he questioned "Brigadier, Harry," looking between the two men he continued, "How did you get here?"
The Brigadier and Harry looked at each other as if to say you want to handle this or shall I? Looking pointedly at the Doctor's battered hands Harry took the lead. "Doctor you have been hurt lets get you patched up first."
Looking down at his hands he took in the sight of the damaged and bleeding skin on his knuckles as if just noticing them for the first time. With that, he sighed and nodded his consent.
As Harry suspected even after all this time most of the supplies he was looking for were still stored in approximately the same places; no surprise there really, this was one of rooms where the Doctor was quite particular about where things were kept. He had once told Harry that it was 'unacceptable that any one on board HIS TARDIS should be left suffering because some incompetent idiot couldn't be bothered to put things where they belonged'. He smiled at the memory, because at the time of his pronouncement the Doctor himself had stored the item in question incorrectly not two days before. It was a point that at the time would have been much more amusing to Harry if he hadn't urgently needed that type of bandages. His musings interrupted as the Doctor quietly asked, "She let you in didn't she?
The Doctor really didn't need him to answer there was very little in the universe that could get into a TARDIS with out the TARDIS' permission. He just needed to hear it. In spite of all the evidence he still didn't want to believe the she would do something so willful, so against his desires. Even though on one level he felt totally betrayed by his long term traveling partner there was another that was glad. There was at least one being in the universe who not only knew what he had been forced to do, but still cared for him in spite of his actions.
The Brigadier replied in her defense, "Yes she did, it was obvious she was very worried about you."
The Doctor harrumphed not wanting to get into what he was feeling about the TARDIS or why.
The Brigadier then asked with a quirked eyebrow and a challenging voice as if daring the Doctor to open up about what had happened in the past week "Is there still a reason for that?" He really hoped the Doctor wouldn't try to bluff through as he had so many other times and try to ignore what had been obviously something very traumatic.