|Apologies of a Tyrant
Author: A x Stupid x Lamb PM
Follows the story after The Family of Blood episode. Jeremy/ Son of Mine writes letters to the Doctor, telling you his story. How did the doctor react and how did he trick them to the demises? Please Review!Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Hurt/Comfort/Family - 10th Doctor - Chapters: 5 - Words: 3,032 - Reviews: 123 - Favs: 4 - Follows: 1 - Updated: 11-21-10 - Published: 10-13-10 - id: 6395613
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Apologies of a tyrant.
Chapter 1- When it all comes crashing down.
It's over… you win. The Doctor always wins, I realise that now. All I remember is falling to the floor, my hands grew slick with mud. We were deceived by such a small little trick. You told us to run and so we did, right into a fate worse than death. Fear grew in me as I tore my head up to see what had happened.
But you know the worst part…
… you, towering over me, a look of absolute … disappointment on your face. Not fury or contemplation, just disappointment.
It was the worst thing I could have seen, for then I had nothing to say. If you were angry I could have argued back, it would have been better then silence.
Then you began to speak.
"No second chances." My heart sank, so you were planning to kill us. Ha. Little did I know what you had planned was so much worse. Death is easy, quick. Immortality lasts a lifetime.
When you stooped down and held out your hand to my sister, I flinched, trying to save her yet I new it was futile, best just accept my death and die peacefully.
My sister gingerly extended her little fingers towards you. When her skin met yours you snapped your hand over her; she was snared, trapped.
From that moment on I would have done anything you said. If you told me to kill a thousand men I would have without falter. If you told me to end my own life I would have done it without a second's hesitation as long as it guaranteed her safety; it's how much she meant to me. My sister may not have said much but her affection was unparalleled. We look after each other, my family. A family of blood we were but at least we stayed together.
And I saw you there, watching you, watching me, your eyes smouldering depths of pain. It hurt you to do this. Then you crooked your finger at me, commanding me towards you. With a tear down my cheek I took a step forward, and another, until I stood by you side, under your watchful gaze, where I belonged.
I was trapped too.