A/N: My idea of what could have possibly been in the Doctor's room in The God Complex. One shot. Two other ideas to come.
"You don't know what's going to be in your room until you see it, then you realise it could never have been anything else"
The Doctor stepped cautiously into his room, the words from Lucy Hayward's diary entry spinning round his head.
"Of course," he whispered, eyes widening slightly as the TARDIS cloister bell echoed round the room "who else?"
A faint smile ghosted his lips as the figure turned to face him. As the Doctor's green eyes met ones filled with anguish and despair and the small amount of joy he had felt quickly dissipated.
"Why?" the figure asked, pain evident in their tone.
"I had to," the Doctor replied quietly, although his voice shook "I had no choice."
"There's always a choice, Grandfather! Why did you do it? Gallifrey was our home! Our family, our friends, everyone!" Susan retorted, tears welling in her eyes.
The Doctor knew there were tears running down his face, but he didn't care. He started forward, but Susan stepped away quickly.
"It was them or the Universe! I couldn't let the Daleks win, they would destroy everything!" the Doctor told her angrily, although the anger was more directed at himself than Susan. Never Susan.
Susan was looking at him, unsure, and the Doctor tried extremely hard not to rush over and hug her. Oh, how he wanted to hug her. But this wasn't real. This was some kind of alien hotel, feeding on his worst nightmare, and he needed to get out of this room. He needed to get back to Amy and Rory; they were probably worrying about him. Who was he kidding? Of course they would be worrying about him; Worrying Ponds is what he should call them, and the Doctor was very aware by now that he also needed to stop this rambling internal monologue, but there was Susan, still staring at him, and he couldn't just leave her, could he? Could he? Just walk out and shut the door on her? Of course he could, this wasn't really Susan, she was just a memory, a distant face mixed in with the faces of past companions, past enemies, past…Past family members…He had to leave the room right now. He needed to solve this problem, of course he did, and standing here in a room of nightmares and memories wouldn't help. So here was the Doctor, leaving, right now. As he turned towards the door, Susan spoke again.
"That was our home, Grandfather. Our home."
"I know," the Doctor whispered, refusing to turn around.
He could faintly hear Rory and Amy calling for him somewhere down the hotel corridor.
"You can't run forever, Grandfather," Susan piped up "you'll have to face it sooner or later,"
Instead of replying, the Doctor merely hurried from the room, pulling the door shut behind him.