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Doctor Who
The Child of a Time Lord
The Time Lord was at his daughter’s side in seconds. His trembling hands hovered at the at her edges; inches, above her, still form, “No… No… No… NO!”
The Doctor focussed on the sound of grinding metal. The heavy thump that followed as Missy’s knees, making contact; with the TARDIS floor. The sound echoed through the stillness. The TARDIS’s incoherent buzzing never registered to the Doctor’s ears. The sound of his own blood was far too boisterous. The storm inside his head brewed dangerously close to the surface. It raged, untethered, deep within his core. His blurred vision focused and the ire burned, bright, in his blue …show more content…
The Doctor watched, the awe cross her face. At the basic essentials, that should be in every girl's bedroom. He was determined, to make her feel, secure. He had to start, building bridges; with her now. It didn’t matter how small the bridge was. When the Doctor was confident, she would be alright on her own; he walked down the stairs.
He rubbed the bridge of his nose and took a few deep breaths. This was not going to be an easy transition; for anyone. Especially, his little girl. He had no idea what kind of damaged had been done. He could only find ways to comfort her at the moment. It would be a long time before she would even begin to consider trusting him. If she ever trusted him. This was now, her new home. Even, if she didn’t know it, yet. He wasn’t exactly, giving her much say. At least not yet. He, her father, had unknowingly walked away from her; once. He would be damned; if he were to knowingly walk away from her, again. So, getting her to trust him would be his main priority. Once she did, he could begin to help her heal the damage that had been done. When he reached the bottom of the stairs, he found Clara; waiting for him.
“Be ready, Clara,” the Doctor said, somberly, “It’s going to be an uphill battle, from here on
Doctor Who
The Child of a Time Lord
The Time Lord was at his daughter’s side in seconds. His trembling hands hovered at the at her edges; inches, above her, still form, “No… No… No… NO!”
The Doctor focussed on the sound of grinding metal. The heavy thump that followed as Missy’s knees, making contact; with the TARDIS floor. The sound echoed through the stillness. The TARDIS’s incoherent buzzing never registered to the Doctor’s ears. The sound of his own blood was far too boisterous. The storm inside his head brewed dangerously close to the surface. It raged, untethered, deep within his core. His blurred vision focused and the ire burned, bright, in his blue …show more content…
The Doctor watched, the awe cross her face. At the basic essentials, that should be in every girl's bedroom. He was determined, to make her feel, secure. He had to start, building bridges; with her now. It didn’t matter how small the bridge was. When the Doctor was confident, she would be alright on her own; he walked down the stairs.
He rubbed the bridge of his nose and took a few deep breaths. This was not going to be an easy transition; for anyone. Especially, his little girl. He had no idea what kind of damaged had been done. He could only find ways to comfort her at the moment. It would be a long time before she would even begin to consider trusting him. If she ever trusted him. This was now, her new home. Even, if she didn’t know it, yet. He wasn’t exactly, giving her much say. At least not yet. He, her father, had unknowingly walked away from her; once. He would be damned; if he were to knowingly walk away from her, again. So, getting her to trust him would be his main priority. Once she did, he could begin to help her heal the damage that had been done. When he reached the bottom of the stairs, he found Clara; waiting for him.
“Be ready, Clara,” the Doctor said, somberly, “It’s going to be an uphill battle, from here on