PARALLELS: Doctor Who
OH MY GOD
It had been months since he’d seen his Rose being pulled towards the void, months since a single flash of hope for her life in the form of Pete Tyler appeared and saved her from hell but could do nothing to save the Doctor from the same. Months…when it finally hit him.
Leaping out of the captain’s chair, the Time Lord pulled lever after lever, pressed the right buttons, turned the right knobs and when he’d locked on to that final gap left between universes, he’d never flipped a switch with so much enthusiasm. He was near breathless from the sudden effort that had echoed within the console room that had remained empty since Rose’s departure. He’d found himself saying her name ever now and again, unaware until the scanner’s readings had come up that she’d been able to faintly hear him. Now he could at least give her this; a proper goodbye, no matter how much it would tear his hearts out of his chest to do so. She deserved more than a final glance at his broken expression.
Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted a thick book that he instantly recognized. With the layers of dust covering it, he knew it to be his least read book on the ship; the TARDIS manual. The Old Girl herself had a habit of showing it to him when he was about to do something stupid and it always turned up no matter where on the ship he tossed it. Now it was even open to a specific page.
Humoring his ship, he made his way over to the book that was laid out upon the captain’s seat. He picked it up and of course, it warned him against orbiting a supernova. It warned him against just what he was about to do in order to say goodbye to Rose Tyler. His lips pursed into a thin line when there was a telltale ‘ding’, signalling that he’d arrived at his destination. It was time.
His glance fell back to the book in his hands and his eyes narrowed. The Doctor’s chucks made little noise as he crossed the grating and moved to the double doors, opening the one on his left. “It’s been fun,” he mused to the book, “but I think I gave up on following the rules a loooong time ago.” Right about the time he fell in love, he mused to himself inwardly. With that, he tossed the book into the supernova to never have it return.
A weight lifted off of his shoulders to make room for the one that would settle there when he saw his precious Rose crying on that beach.
“Shall I run and get the manual?” Amelia’s voice, accent as blatant as ever, rang through his mind as the Doctor made his way towards the stairs. Little did she know, about a million images ran through his head all at once just at the mention of that book.
“I threw it in a supernova,” he answered, descending the stairs in order to have a better look at the wiring below. He was foolish to hope for that to end the conversation.
“You threw the manual in a supernova? Why?”
Because it told me not to perform a simple act in order to see her one last time. Because it forbade me with a supposed law of the universe when I myself am a Time Lord, the last one, and I’m the last that should be bound to such laws. Because it tried to stop me from giving my Rose one last goodbye, one last hope to live a better life.
Those were his thoughts, at least. What came out was simple and would warrant much less inquiry.
“Because I disagreed with it!” he shouted up to his companion.
Well, he wasn’t lying.