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

𝟘𝟘𝟜 β–Ή 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕋𝕣𝕦π•₯𝕙 π•Žπ•šπ•₯π•™π•šπ•Ÿ ℍ𝕖𝕣

PLACING HIS HAND the sides of Violet’s face, he closes his eyes, Violet following suit after seeing the crease between his eyebrows showing his concentration. It feels strange to have someone inside her mind again, and she has to fight the urge to block him out despite the fact that he means her no harm. Forcing herself to relax, she sees her memories flash behind her closed eyes, and some of them make her body seize up, instinctively fighting against the Doctor’s intrusion.

There’s blood - and a lot of it. Hers, her friends’, her mother’s. It paints a picture of the horrors of her childhood, and the reason for her current state. It gives reason for how twisted and broken she is; for someone born in a war. There’s also blood that is of no relation to her; the blood of complete strangers from centuries and decades past and future - numerous wars she fought when she was only fifteen to sixteen years old, and the lives she ended fighting for what was right.

Memories of her childhood are laced with few bittersweet moments, but full of pain and suffering that no child should ever have to endure - that no one should ever have to endure no matter how twisted they may be. So much blood and abuse - physical and mental - from both friends and family as well as strangers who knew nothing about her. Violet flinches each time a loud noise sounds within her mind, and memories of people screaming at her flood her mind, drowning both herself and the Doctor.

The day she turned fifteen, a man appeared and told her she could escape it all - that he could take her away from everything for as long as she wanted. She readily agreed, taking his hand and warping to the future, to the past, and to the present without failure; fighting wars and saving lives, being someone she wants to be, and not being a broken toy with nowhere to go and nothing to do. She aged and loved and lived, but, when it came time to die, she was reborn from Time Energy.

Several lifetimes passed her by, and she continued to live and stay with the man she had begun to love in a more romantic way, and maybe even a little sexually, but she’d never admit that to him, or anyone or anything in the whole of reality. Time passed and she began to miss her home, much to both his and her sadness, but he knew she wouldn’t stay with him forever, and that he had to return to Torchwood sooner or later.

So, he dropped her off home only mere hours after they had left what felt like millennia ago, and the last she saw of him was the sadness in his blue eyes and the warm smile on his face as he warped to a time different to hers. Violet was left to pick up the pieces of her shattered life on her own, but at least she knew what was to come when it concerned her family.

The man didn’t leave her though. He watched over her from the past through thick and thin, wishing that he could be there for her, but adhering to her final wish of not seeing the man again unless it was absolutely necessary. She knew he watched over her, and she was - is - grateful for him doing so, but knowing how hard it would be for him, only because it was for her to let him go in the first place, made it worse for her to have knowledge of.

Eyes flying open, Violet pulls out of the Doctor’s hold and sucks in sharp, rapid breaths leaving her parted lips, and torrential tears streaking down her pale face. β€œOh my god...”

The Doctor’s honey brown eyes open and stare right at her, disbelieving what he’s seeing before him. β€œYou’re half Gallifreyan, but that’s impossible.”

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