𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝘾𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙚𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚𝙨 𝙊𝙛 𝙏𝙞𝙢𝙚 ✧ 𝘽𝙤𝙤𝙠 Ⅲ [✓]

The Name Of The Doctor Pt. 4

*Tomb*

Inside the tomb is the console room, except instead of a time rotor and console, there is a bright tangle of shining white energy tendrils, swirling and writhing in a column. The Cloister Bell tolls in the background. There is ivy growing over the railing and other fittings.

"What's that?" Clara asks.

"What were you expecting, a body? Bodies are boring. We've had loads of them. Nah, that's not what our tomb is for" {Y/N} says.

"But what is the light?" Vastra asks.

"It's beautiful," Jenny says.

"Should I destroy it?"

"Shut up, Strax."

"{Y/N}, Doctor, explain. What is that?" Clara asks.

"The tracks of our tears," the Doctor says.

"Less poetry, Doctor. Just tell them" Simeon says.

"Time travel is damage. It's like a tear in the fabric of reality. That is the scar tissue of our journey through the universe. Our path through time and space from Gallifrey to Trenzalore" {Y/N} says, she zaps it with her sonic screwdriver.

"Have you ever thought what it's like to be wanderers in the fourth dimension?"

"Do we have the right?"

"Daleks, Cybermen, they're still in the nursery compared to us."

"There are corners of the universe that have bred the most dangerous things."

"You were fantastic. Absolutely fantastic."

"I'm the Doctor. I'm from Gallifrey in the constellation of Kasterborous."

"Hello, Stonehenge!"

"Our own personal time tunnel. All the days..." {Y/N} whispers.

"It was the daisiest daisy we'd ever seen."

"Even the ones that we, er, even the ones that... we... haven't lived yet" {Y/N} collapses, the Doctor collapses down next to her.

"Doctor. {Y/N}!" Clara shouts.

"No, no. Which is why we shouldn't be here. The paradoxes. It's very bad" the Doctor says, Simeon steps forward.

"No. No. No. What are you doing? Somebody stop him!" {Y/N} says.

"The Doctor and {Y/N}'s life is an open wound. And an open wound can be entered."

"No, it would destroy you," the Doctor says.

"Not at all. It will kill me. It will destroy you two. I can rewrite both your every living moments. I can turn every one of your victories into defeats. Poison every friendship. Deliver pain to your every breath."

"It will burn you up. Once you go through, you can't come back. You will be scattered along our timelines like confetti" {Y/N} says.

"It matters not, {Y/N}. You and the Doctor thwarted me at every turn. Now you will give me peace, as I take my revenge on every second of your lives. Goodbye, {Y/N}. Goodbye, Doctor" Simeon backs into the time stream, and the Whisper Men vanish. There is a big flash. The Doctor and {Y/N} writer in agony.

"What's wrong with them? What's happening?" Clara asks.

"They're being rewritten. Simeon is attacking their entire timeline. They're dying all at once. The Dalek Asylum. Androzani..." Vastra says.

"What did you say? Did you say the Dalek Asylum?" Clara asks.

"Now their dying in London, with us."