The Day I Failed To Save You by Gallifrey-Pirate, literature
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The Day I Failed To Save You
Just that once, she was a little too late. She didn’t see what dealt the final blow; hadn’t been able to see it coming. All she could do was to fall to her knees at his side where he lay in a bank of snow, the man who looked far too young to die, and she could have slapped him – because he was smiling.
“My Clara,” he said, one hand clasped to his chest as if it could hold in the imminent burst of energy. A glistening streak upon his face betrayed a tear, the sight of it cutting her to the core.
“Doctor, I’m sorry. I wasn’t quick enough. I should’ve been here. I’ve always been here.
Gallifreyan Parable for Spirit Day by Gallifrey-Pirate, literature
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Gallifreyan Parable for Spirit Day
And there was a day that the Doctor walked the Earth and in the middle of a city street, unnoticed by the bustle of the majority of hasty, human lives, he stopped. His gaze cast upon the pavement and there lay the most beautiful creature in all of existence. Breath caught in his throat; his twin hearts ached. Tears of utter revulsion and sorrow prickled the whites of his eyes, for the creature, this most perfect of entities, was quite dead.
The Doctor looked around. He was not alone. Leaning against the side of a car was an adolescent human, watching the scene with nonchalance. Not far away was a businessman perched on a bench, occasionally
Consolations From The True Constant by Gallifrey-Pirate, literature
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Consolations From The True Constant
Cradled by a vortex chariot, see the damaged lonely angel,
A creature whose name time impossibly forgot.
Ship's workings hum under grief-clumsy fingers,
Her consciousness, briefly mortal, still lingers.
She who sees the worth behind his fractured hearts, knows what he's created,
In his unintended label of the age-less god.
You are not alone, she whispers, as he curls beneath the time rotor.
He thinks the words are a remnant, just an echo
Of a friend he had lost, a people he betrayed.
Now he won't listen, a Gallifreyan afraid
To find he is loved and revered for no more than what he is, this man
For whom above a million would call ou
The Mad Man With Two Broken Hearts by Gallifrey-Pirate, literature
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The Mad Man With Two Broken Hearts
Note: Spoilers for Series 7, up to The Angels Take Manhattan.
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Just a mad man with a box.
That was what he had told her all those years ago and more than once. He wasn't special, just an alien, some weird old man from outer space clinging to a species that looked like his own because it was the closest thing he had to them. He needed humans because he was alone, he needed anyone because he was so alone, he needed Amelia Pond because he was so very alone.
The legend he had helped create was fast dissipating from the universe, by his own design. His nam
The Companion Who Never Was by Gallifrey-Pirate, literature
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The Companion Who Never Was
There wasn't much more you could take today. At least that was how it felt. You'd been up late these past few nights, sometimes out of choice: because the days were just eaten up with this trivial job and you were determined to get as much out of your evenings as you could, no matter how braindead you were at your desk. As a result you were exhausted and frequently grumpy. Why should you go to bed when you'd only have to get up again and get dressed and go to work and come home and sleep and get up and go to work, on and on in that same cycle you feared would never end? Deep down you knew you were better than this place, better than what you'