Introspection

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A short scene set in the TARDIS after the events of Death in Heaven. DOCTOR WHO IS OWNED BY THE BBC, NOT ME. I ONLY WROTE THIS AS A BIT OF FUN. I OWN NONE OF THE CHARACTERS, SETTINGS, ETC. IN THIS SHORT SCENE.

Submitted: April 20, 2016

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The Doctor walked away from the TARDIS console, having just near destroyed it. He was numb, blank, completely unfeeling. He remembered the joy he felt when he realised he had saved Gallifrey but he was just indifferent now. He couldn’t find it. He might as well have destroyed them all.

“Don’t give up, Grandfather.” The Doctor’s ears pricked up and he looked toward the doors.

“No my dear, I’m afraid it’s hopeless. We’ll just have to find somewhere else to go to.” The doors opened and an old, white haired man and a young, dark haired girl walked in. The young girl looked around and stood in awe of the TARDIS but the old man didn’t seem to realise. He was busy removing his hat and scarf. He attempted to throw them onto the coat rack but missed and looked up to see where it was. “I could’ve sworn there was a coat rack here…oh…” He looked all around the TARDIS.

The Doctor stepped out from behind the time rotor. “What are you doing in my TARDIS?” He asked.

“Who are you?” The old man asked.

“I’m the Doctor. What are you doing in my TARDIS?”

“No, I’m the Doctor.” Said the old man, grasping his lapels with both hands. “What have you done to my TARDIS? Why is she all dark and gloomy? I just got the light settings right.”

“We’re both the Doctor but this is my TARDIS. You’ve walked into the wrong one. Now leave, I’m busy.”

Suddenly there was a voice from behind the Doctor. “What’s all this shouting and why are you in my TARDIS to begin with?” He said in a Scottish accent. The Seventh Doctor poked the roundels with his umbrella.

“No, no. Stop this. I-am-busy!”

“What the devil is going on in here?” The Third Doctor asked as he ran into the TARDIS, his cloak billowing behind him. “Why are you in my-”

The Doctor cut him off. “Don’t you dare!” He was beginning to lose his temper. “Anyone else want to join us? The Valeyard perhaps?”

“You mean you haven’t dealt with him yet?” Said the Sixth Doctor who was standing next to a book case.

“Alright,” The Doctor shouted. “that is enou-” He turned around and found himself about ten centimetres away from the leather clad, goateed previous incarnation that fought in the Time War.

“You will find Gallifrey.” He said calmly, in that gravelly voice of his. “You’re the Doctor, of course you will.”

“Okay, what’s going on? What’s happening?”

“You were always going to be the one to find Gallifrey.” The Ninth Doctor said, folding his arms and leaning against the railing.

“Because you are just what Gallifrey needs.” Said the Fifth Doctor.

“And what’s that?” Asked the Doctor, dizzied by his many incarnations.

“What else? The Doctor.” The Fourth Doctor said, pulling a jelly baby out of a crumpled bag and popping it into his mouth.

The Doctor looked up and saw the Tenth and Eleventh incarnations of his life leaning against the railing above him. Ben and Polly ran past him, Jo had caught up with the Third Doctor and was standing next to him, smiling. His life was laid out in front of him. He heard the TARDIS door slam and he turned around to see it swaying slightly in its frame. He whirled back and the room was empty once more. The Doctor stood for a moment dumbfounded but after a while, he sat in his chair and put his feet back up on the console; Gallifrey still on his mind but it didn’t seem such a gloomy subject anymore.


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