Printable Map Of Smithsonian FANFIC DW: The last Doctor (1 of 3)

I'm doing is called denial. Is not it great to use plabra to alleviate the pain? I have not read fanfics DW (except a beautiful beach scene in a

Yuvi, to pay tribute in a moment of history.) So this is my interpretation, no filters, no external influences. No beta. Who do not know if you like reading this fandom, but it's one of my stories, and I guess it should be noted.

Note 2: Written for Cpins. And her hair, but not red. was a very human fear, not wanting to die.

knew the Doctor would be alive, but this facet that was defined at an end. Too soon. And although it was impossible, how I hated that word, was the death of all-he could not do anything. At the mercy of the cause and effect, unable to return atrásy avoid receiving the shock of deadly radiation. Although there were some silly timeproclaimed to be above the laws of the time, it was not. Nobody was.

"I do not want to leave."

and energy burst, the immense power that burned no burn, sweeping up everything was. Rewriting.

He resisted all he could. Blinded by the light, felt a huge opening tear in space and time, as fast as a scalpel and so violent that the feedback is simply out of a second and a cry of agoníay birth echoed through the TARDIS. A

voice was not hers but emerged from his throat, like a wail away, mingling with the sad spiral of the Ood song. Until all sound faded and the light blinded him.

Is this the end? not want to leave.

The surge of energy passed through him, shattering ... and yet still there ;. He breathed a breath of air laden with ozone that irritates the throat. He blinked several times, his eyes were still too sensitive to see something blinking in the spotlight. There was a low hum and ensordewe shared in their ears and unstable ground shake under their feet.

Is it? Is that all?

felt relieved, I still feel myself . He raised his hands and tried to examine in the light that came and went. Flexed his long fingers. He looked at the palms. He turned his wrists. How strange ... remained the same. Identical. She loved his hands. Especially that he had been cut.

looked around, trying to see something between the flashes of luz sparks. Panels on the curved walls. A high roof over your head. Reflections of metal. Glass tubes.

But something was wrong. The provision. Form. Color Who hung a picture there?

"What?"

Vale, as the first word was a mess. Where was I? Because it was not the TARDIS

CHTmp; eacute; you? What happens? The shields are down again! Where's the button? Should be on this side "And the main stabilizer? What makes a damn typewriter here, clogging? "

pushed a lever with his foot, expecting it to be correct, and the ship slowed its rotation crazy. He managed to pull himself up enough to press hard several red-hot buttons, looking for the correct sequence. The TARDIS shook

& oacute;, a brutal wave of energy erupted from the center out, making all your muscles contract in a spasm through his body, and then roaring back into the vortex of time.

The TARDIS stopped.

And then began to creak and groan. The air smelled of hot metal and radiation. Time. Time in pure beat in every corner of the structure. The doors of the ship in April MLXC

Interesting.

"I'm the Doctor."

"I know." Under the scum formed a smile that was like a fresh cut in the flesh. "Is not it great?" He said bitterly.

Doctor's dark eyes narrowed with suspicion, suddenly alarmed.

"Where are we?"

"Future, Past, Present?" The voice was monotone, without inflection. "Yours, mine? Who knows? The Doctor always said that time was like a ball that stumbled. It was as paternalistic to imply that it was too complicated for me to understand. "

The use of time spent does not disappear verbal

His mouth was frozen in the last word.

"Yes" the woman sniffed.

Understanding hit him like a sledgehammer

"When ... When he died ;? "

She nodded, and seemed to get away from their slumber. By moving the head, the Doctor could see that her temple, neck and hair, covered with something that could be blood.

"Are you okay?"

She burst into a short laugh and alarming; he stained the lips of saliva. The emotional explosion ended as soon as rm &; Iacute; has appeared. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand trembling.

"Sorry."

"Are you hurt? Your head ... "

" My head ... "

" Be quiet. Breathe deeply. & His face clearly showed his displeasure to find that the TARDIS

was almost unrecognizable. Although the original structure was essentially the same, had become more complex. Too metal, too many levels. There were several new sets of stairs, and the central platform was raised, what seemed impractical, especially when there was an emergency, which was often. Adjacent tunnels reminded a maze for mice. I liked the previous design, functional and elegant. Simpler and more organic. Not recognized in these ways. Were a reflection of another man.

himself. Dead.

"What happened? Wait. No, no, I do not know my future. Except that, well, may no longer be. I'm guessing, but, uh, what happened just after he, well ... die? "

looked around, suddenly scared.

Everything started shaking, accelerating, and the ship screaming, howling, and I was scared to death. I thought that now that the Doctor was not there, would explode. I ran, I almost fell down the stairs. The lights go down and opened the heart of the TARDIS

. A

golden light washed over everything, blinding me. It was impossible to her. And then I suddenly see you. "

Doctor

The front was full of wrinkles.

"The Last TARDIS in the universe. &SO, I lived. I knew it. He used the time vortex to return to atrásy took me before I destroy regeneration. He served part of the energy of the process to her. "Dark eyes were opened to the Doctor understand what the ship had been achieved. "I absorbed. I took my time line. But, oooh, that's impossible ... and yet brilliant. "

gesturing without stopping to talk.