The Better Half - LJ Idol Topic 9
I sat in nervous anticipation, waiting for 8pm to arrive. It had begun last week, but this week... this was the week I was alternately looking forward to and dreading.
I knew he was leaving. Everyone knew he was leaving. And while I didn't want him to go, I knew why he had to. It wouldn't do for him to be there forever. Someone needed to take his place. It was as it had always been. But that didn't mean I had to like it.
I remembered the week before, how strong he looked... and how scared. How old friends and enemies returned to him. But isn't that always the way of it? He had left me waiting, uncertain what he would do next, how he would find a way out of the mess we were all into.
The clock struck 8 and I turned to see him one final time.
An hour and a half later, tears following invisible tracks over my cheeks, I said good-bye. Good-bye to the man who was an important part of my life for the last four years. Good-bye to the man who made me look at bananas whole new way. Good-bye to the man who could make me laugh as easily as he could make me cry. Good-bye to the man who carried a heavy burden in his heart, yet let his heart open enough to allow others to enter.
And it was a good good-bye. He had a heart-to-heart with a man who would have been as proud to be his father as he would have been to be this man's son. He showed how he protected, even from a distance. He found the one thing that would make him take up arms - and would also unite him with his sworn enemy.
My tears started when the fourth knock came. We knew what it meant as well as he did. The end was here. But he didn't face that end with resignation or quiet courage. He faced it with anger and frustration, resentment and tears. In that way, he faced it as I would have. But in the end, his love for others was so much stronger than his need to remain as he was. He sacrificed himself for another.
But the end didn't come too quickly. He had his reward in seeing everyone one last time, even if they didn't know the farewell for what it was.
When he stepped inside for the last time, my heart broke. I knew this was truly the end. No more last minute saves. No more chances. It was time for change.
With bright golden light, it happened. The old had left, the new arrived. And I didn't know how to feel.
The last ninety minutes had been bittersweet. For all that it was the end, it wasn't any less of an end that I could ask for. Last week had set it up. This, for all the sorrow that endings bring, was the payoff. And it made me smile through my tears.
Thank you, David Tennant. Thank you for four years of knowing when to be silly and when to be serious, of making the Doctor someone I would want to step into the TARDIS with. You managed to become MY Doctor and, while I will miss you being there with each new episode, I'm glad you had a wonderful good-bye.
And Russell T Davies, thank you for giving him that good-bye. He was a favorite of many fans and we couldn't have asked for a better send off. You were able to subtly bring in everything that we loved about him and more. The second half of "The End of Time" was truly the better half.
"To days to come.
All my love to long ago." - Time Crash
I knew he was leaving. Everyone knew he was leaving. And while I didn't want him to go, I knew why he had to. It wouldn't do for him to be there forever. Someone needed to take his place. It was as it had always been. But that didn't mean I had to like it.
I remembered the week before, how strong he looked... and how scared. How old friends and enemies returned to him. But isn't that always the way of it? He had left me waiting, uncertain what he would do next, how he would find a way out of the mess we were all into.
The clock struck 8 and I turned to see him one final time.
An hour and a half later, tears following invisible tracks over my cheeks, I said good-bye. Good-bye to the man who was an important part of my life for the last four years. Good-bye to the man who made me look at bananas whole new way. Good-bye to the man who could make me laugh as easily as he could make me cry. Good-bye to the man who carried a heavy burden in his heart, yet let his heart open enough to allow others to enter.
And it was a good good-bye. He had a heart-to-heart with a man who would have been as proud to be his father as he would have been to be this man's son. He showed how he protected, even from a distance. He found the one thing that would make him take up arms - and would also unite him with his sworn enemy.
My tears started when the fourth knock came. We knew what it meant as well as he did. The end was here. But he didn't face that end with resignation or quiet courage. He faced it with anger and frustration, resentment and tears. In that way, he faced it as I would have. But in the end, his love for others was so much stronger than his need to remain as he was. He sacrificed himself for another.
But the end didn't come too quickly. He had his reward in seeing everyone one last time, even if they didn't know the farewell for what it was.
When he stepped inside for the last time, my heart broke. I knew this was truly the end. No more last minute saves. No more chances. It was time for change.
With bright golden light, it happened. The old had left, the new arrived. And I didn't know how to feel.
The last ninety minutes had been bittersweet. For all that it was the end, it wasn't any less of an end that I could ask for. Last week had set it up. This, for all the sorrow that endings bring, was the payoff. And it made me smile through my tears.
Thank you, David Tennant. Thank you for four years of knowing when to be silly and when to be serious, of making the Doctor someone I would want to step into the TARDIS with. You managed to become MY Doctor and, while I will miss you being there with each new episode, I'm glad you had a wonderful good-bye.
And Russell T Davies, thank you for giving him that good-bye. He was a favorite of many fans and we couldn't have asked for a better send off. You were able to subtly bring in everything that we loved about him and more. The second half of "The End of Time" was truly the better half.
"To days to come.
All my love to long ago." - Time Crash