The Man Who Regrets β–Ή Doctor Who [1] βœ“

𝟘𝟝𝟝 β–Ή π”Όπ•Ÿπ•• 𝕠𝕗 π•‹π•šπ•žπ•– (ℙ𝕒𝕣π•₯ 𝟠)

β€œLISTEN TO ME,” THE Doctor pleads. β€œYou can’t!”

β€œIt is a fitting paradox that our salvation comes at the hands of our most infamous child,” Rassilon declares.

β€œOh, he’s not saving you. Don’t you realise what he’s doing?”

β€œHey, no, hey! That’s mine. Hush,” the Master hisses. β€œLook around you. I’ve transplanted myself into every single Human being. But who wants a mongrel little species like them, because now I can transplant myself into every single Time Lord. Oh, yes, Mister President, sir, standing there all noble and resplendent and decrepit. Think how much better you’re going to look as me.”

The Lord President holds up his metal gauntlet. It glows and everyone who looks like the Master goes through the head blur thing again.

β€œNo, no, don’t. No, no, stop it! No, no, no, don’t!”

Finally, everyone on Earth is restored to themselves.

β€œOn your knees, mankind,” Rassilon orders, and the people obey.

β€œNo, that’s fine, that’s good, because you said salvation,” the Master says. β€œI still saved you. Don’t forget that.”

β€œThe approach begins.”

β€œApproach of what?”

β€œSomething is returning. Don’t you ever listen? That was the prophecy. Not someone, something.”

β€œWhat is it?”

β€œThey’re not just bringing back the species,” the Doctor hisses.

β€œIt’s Gallifrey,” Violet informs as a big burning planet appears close to the Earth. β€œRight here, right now.”

Instantly, people begin to panic, screaming and running from Naismith’s study, no longer under the control of the Master. Violet listens to her father plead for some sort of gratitude for bringing the Time Lords and Gallifrey back into existence; in this time. However, Rassilon doesn’t respond, instead giving Violet a somewhat unnerving and hair-raising half-smile.

Wilfred pushes his way in. β€œCome on, get out of the way. Get out of the way! Doctor? Violet?”

A technician is hammering on the door of his locked glass booth. β€œHelp me, please. Somebody, please.”

β€œAll right! I’ve got you, mate. I’ve got you.” Wilfred goes into the open booth.

β€œWilf, don’t,” the Doctor pleads. β€œDon’t!”

Wilfred unlocks the other booth and the freed technician runs. β€œI’ve got you. Come on. Go on.”

β€œBut this is fantastic, isn’t it?” the Master exclaims with glee. β€œThe Time Lords restored.”

β€œYou weren’t there in the final days of the War. You never saw what was born,” the Doctor says sadly, knowing that his old friend doesn’t know what he’s truly done. β€œBut if the Timelock’s broken, then everything’s coming through. Not just the Daleks, but the Skaro Degradations, the Horde of Travesties, the Nightmare Child, the Could-have-been King with his army of Meanwhiles and Never-weres. The War turned into hell. And that’s what you’ve opened, right above the Earth. Hell is descending.”

β€œMy kind of world.”

β€œJust listen! Because even the Time Lords can’t survive that.”

β€œWe will initiate the Final Sanction,” Rassilon decrees. β€œThe end of time will come at my hand. The rupture will continue until it rips the Time Vortex apart.”

β€œThat’s suicide,” Violet and the Master say.

β€œWe will ascend to become creatures of consciousness alone. Free of these bodies, free of time, and cause and effect, while creation itself ceases to be.”

β€œYou see now?” the Doctor asks, desperately pleading. β€œThat’s what they were planning in the final days of the War. I had to stop them.”

β€œThen, take me with you, Lord President,” the Master asks. β€œLet me ascend into glory.”

β€œYou are diseased, albeit a disease of our own making,” Rassilon dismisses. β€œNo more.”

The Doctor is on his feet, and Violet is aiming the revolver at the Lord President.

β€œChoose your enemy well, My Lady. We are many. The Master is but one.”

β€œBut he’s the President,” the Master retorts. β€œKill him, and Gallifrey could be yours; could be ours.”

Violet turns and aims at her father, agony in her eyes.

β€œHe’s to blame, not me. Oh, the Link is inside my head. Kill me, the Link gets broken, they go back. Go on then, my daughter. Do it.”

Violet aims at the Lord President again.

β€œExactly. It’s not just me, it’s him. He’s the Link. Kill him!”

β€œThe final act of your life is murder,” Rassilon says with something akin to delight. β€œBut which one of us?”

Behind the Lord President, one the Women lowers her hands and looks over the Doctor’s shoulder. There’s agony in her eyes, and it is then that Violet recognises the woman to be someone who was close to the Doctor during his years on Gallifrey. The Doctor himself appears to be in strife at her appearance as well, and Violet knows what she has to do.

Violet turns back to face the Master. β€œGet out of the way, father.”

The Master moves and Adrenilda - no longer in the same mental state as β€œViolet,” so she cannot call herself that in this moment - shoots the Whitepoint Star in its gizmo. The Link explodes and the Time Lords are sucked away.

β€œThe Link is broken,” the Doctor declares, standing beside his wife. β€œBack into the Time War, Rassilon. Back into hell.”

β€œYou’ll die with me, Doctor,” Rassilon warns. β€œSo will you, Adrenilda.”

β€œI know.”

Rassilon aims his gauntlet at the Doctor and Violet, who is now quaking where she stands, the revolver hanging by her side in limp fingers as the Woman covers her face again. The Master orders them to get out of the way and the Doctor steps back, pulling Violet with him, as the Master attacks the Lord President with his energy.

β€œYou did this to me! All of my life! You made me!” The blond Time Lord is showing his insanity more than before, and this time it’s directed at the right person. β€œOne! Two! Three! Four!”

Rassilon is forced to his knees, and the Time Lords and the Master disappear in a bright light, Gallifrey fading away from the sky. Violet stares at where she last saw her father with wide eyes that are slowly beginning to fill with burning hot tears and her knees give out, sending her to the marble floor, the revolver skittering across the floor. There’s an emptiness in her head that’s never been there before, and it’s aching, pleading, to have something back.

β€œI’m alive. I’ve...” the Doctor trails off in his shock. β€œThere was... I’m still alive.”

Knock, knock, knock, knock.

Violet’s stomach falls and she feels her heart skip a beat.

Knock, knock, knock, knock.

She looks up at the completely broken expression on the Doctor’s face as he realises that he is going to die today.

Knock, knock, knock, knock.

They both share a heartbroken look.

Knock, knock, knock, knock.

They both look over to where Wilfred is still locked inside the radiation chamber.

β€œThey gone, then?” Wilfred calls. β€œYeah, good-o. If you could let me out?”

β€œYeah,” the Doctor confirms.

β€œOnly, this thing seems to be making a bit of a noise.”

β€œThe Master left the Nuclear Bolt running. It’s gone into overload.”

β€œAnd that’s bad, is it?”

β€œNo, because all the excess radiation gets vented inside there. Vinvocci glass contains it. All five hundred thousand rads, about to flood that thing.”

β€œOh. Well, you’d better let me out, then.”

β€œExcept it’s gone critical. Touch one control and it floods. Even this would set it off.” He holds up his sonic screwdriver.

β€œI’m sorry.”


β€œLook, just leave me.”

β€œOkay, right then, I will. Because you had to go in there, didn’t you? You had to go and get stuck, oh yes. Because that’s who you are, Wilfred. You were always this. Waiting for me all this time.”

β€œNo really, just leave me. I’m an old man, Doctor. I’ve had my time.”

β€œWell, exactly. Look at you. Not remotely important. But me? I could do so much more. So much more! But this is what I get. My reward. And it’s not fair!” He shoves papers off the desk and they go flying across the room, Violet jumping up from the floor and her feet flying backwards as she moves away from the utterly broken man before her. β€œOh. Oh. I’ve lived too long.”

β€œNo. No, no, please, please don’t. No, don’t! Please don’t! Please!”

β€œWilfred, it’s my honour. Better be quick. Three, two, one.”

The Doctor quickly goes into the open booth and unlocks Wilfred’s side. Wilfred runs out and red light floods the Doctor’s booth, making him yell out in pure agony as he gradually curls up into a ball on the floor. Violet watches her husband, wishing she could do something to help him, but knowing that it is much too late for that. Then the power shuts down. After a few moments, the Doctor gets up.

β€œWhat?” Wilfred says in shock. β€œHello.”

β€œHi,” the Doctor replies.

β€œStill with us?”

β€œThe system’s dead. I absorbed it all. Whole thing’s kaput.” He places his hand on the door and it opens. β€œOh. Now it opens, yeah.” The Doctor comes out of the booth.

β€œWell, there we are, then. Safe and sound. Mind you, you’re in hell of a state. You’ve got some battle scars there.”

The Doctor rubs his face and the cuts vanish. Violet squeezes her eyes shut and a sprinkle of tears streak down her face, her hands clenching into fists by her sides. They’re clenched so tightly that her arms begin to tremble at the force and her blunt nails bury themselves into the flesh of her palms.

β€œBut they’ve...” Wilfred trails off. β€œYour face. How did you do that?”

β€œIt’s started.”

Wilfred hugs the Doctor.

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