The Inescapable Choice: Chapter 6Chapter 6The Doctor's mind was slow and thick and his body was cold. He sat slumped in one of the chairs, his headresting against the high back and his breathing ragged, his teeth gritted against the pain. The only thinghe could hear was his breathing and the quiet, reassuring hum of the time rotor as his beautiful, brilliantship swam through the stars. He kept his mind open to the soul of the TARDIS, more than usual, not wantingto go through this again alone. She pressed against his consciousness, sensing his distress; she warmed himslightly, like a warm embrace wrapped around his hearts that were beating madly in his chest from
The Inescapable Choice: Chapter 5Chapter 5 The Doctor woke up to silence, utter and absolute silence; the type that was always strangelydisconcerting. The world was still blurry around him and he felt sick. He screwed his eyes shut with a groanand reopened them, letting his eyesight clear up slowly. He just stared up at the ceiling of the TARDIS; thelights were dim now and the observation mechanism had been activated somehow, letting a vast array of starsand systems rotate brightly and slowly on the apparently invisible ceiling. He watched the chaos and yetbrilliant serenity of the stars above and his still slow mind wandered to all the times he had looked up at
The Inescapable Choice: Chapter 4Chapter 4The Doctor's eyes burned like fire as he stepped out of the TARDIS, Mellan's limp body cradled in hisarms. There was not enough meaning in the word 'rage' to describe the expression seen in the Doctor's faceand body; it was the wrath of a hurricane, the Oncoming Storm.He stormed down the corridors, hardly even thinking about what directions to go; he knew exactly where hewas going. The floor quaked beneath him and dust and small specks of rubble rained from the ceiling inplaces; the retribution for what Rassilon had ordered had begun, and it would cost thousands of lives on allsides of the War. A waste of precious life.
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