Patches: Short Stories

Ending-Beginning | 10th Doctor

{Spoilers for Doctor Who Season 4 and previous.}

Basically the result of me trying to cope with the sadness that was S04E09, written while only half-awake.

Officially, kinda-sorta-maybe stream-of-consciousness thoughts of the 10th Doctor.

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River was dead. She was dead, dead, dead.

She was his wife, but he hadn't married her.

Not yet, anyhow.

Not yet, not yet, not yet.

What was the point?

She was dead.

Gone.

Never coming back.

But she was alive.

Still alive, still out there. Somewhen.

Still waiting for him, waiting for their life together.

Love, love, love.

Death.

But love.

She loved him.

And he would love her. He knew it. He would love her with everything in him, with every second of his life, with every breath, with every atom of his existence.

She would be there, sometime, someday, somewhere, somewhen.

She would be there for him.

And then she would die.

Why?

Because everything has to die. And everyone knows it.

But that doesn't stop them from loving.

It didn't stop Rose. It didn't stop Martha. It didn't stop Jackie, or Pete, or Mickey, or the millions of people on millions of planets all through time.

And it wouldn't stop him.

He would live. He would love. He would move forward from this day, this agonizing day, this day of endings and new beginnings. The day the circle closed.

Because that was what made it a circle. Being closed.

And that was what made it a story. The ending.

The ending, and the beginning.

You don't not start a book just because it has to end.

You pick up that book, you open the pages, you read it, read it!

You skim through it, gobble it up, read it slowly, skip back to your favourite parts. And you come to the end.

And you close the book, and sit, and think.

And that book grows in your heart. It grows, and becomes more, because now that you know the ending, each step of the way becomes that much more special.

Each sentence has a meaning.

Each scene is to be cherished all the more.

Each part of the journey is to be savoured, soaked up and loved, relished in and cared for. And you keep reading, knowing what is coming, because knowing the end makes the now so much more beautiful.

And the ending is what makes it complete.

Because part of the journey is the end.

The journey isn't a journey if it doesn't have a destination.

And his journey would be with her. With his River, the song of his life. The end of his story, the chapters in between, the beginning.

Ahh, the beginning.

That was where he was. The beginning.

The beginning of his story, and the end of hers.

But not the end.

Because she was out there, somewhen, waiting for him, and she was in his heart, with him, long after she was gone.

Their story wasn't complete yet.

And so he would carry on, moving closer and closer to the beginning, and farther from (closer to) the end.

She was alive, and he would find her.

She was his wife, and he would love her.

This was their story, and it was only beginning.