Speechless
Title: Speechless
Author: Persiflage_1
Characters/Pairings: Tenth Doctor
Rating: G
Spoilers: Midnight
Summary: The Doctor's thoughts as he finds himself unable to speak for himself.
Disclaimer: I don't even own my brain any more, never mind Doctor Who!
Link: < a href="http://persiflage-1.livejournal.com/122735.html">Speechless by < lj user=persiflage_1> (Characters: Tenth Doctor | Rating: G | Spoilers: 4.10)
Author Notes: I woke up with this fully formed in my head this morning. The things that the alien-in-the-Doctor make him say are in bold, his thoughts are not.
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"Oh! Thank you! Oh it was so cold. I couldn't breathe. I'm sorry. I must have scared you so much."
Oh Rassilon! It's inside my head! How do I get it out? Must get it out! There's nothing good about this situation. Must fight it. Get it out of my head. They think Mrs Sylvestre's safe, but she's not. She's NOT! It'll kill us all! Get it out!
"It's inside his head. It killed the driver - and the mechanic. Now it wants us."
If it kills me, if I die, I can't regenerate because it might hitch a ride with me. What will Donna do? I don't want her to be trapped here forever. Wilf'll kill me if I don't get her safely back home. Will she remember what I told her about Emergency Programme One? I hope Donna rings Martha, she'll remember what to do. Martha will help Donna. My Doctor.
"He's waited so long. In the dark and the cold. And the diamonds, until you came. Bodies so hot with blood. And pain."
I don't want to die this way! Trapped inside my own body, my own head. Rassilon, I hate this! I can hear, I can see, I can even cry and drool, but I can't move, can't speak except to echo its words. Let me out! And now they're all arguing! Let me OUT! PLEASE! LET ME OUT!
"That's how he does it. He makes you fight. He creeps inside your head and whispers. Listen. Just listen. That's him inside."
If I die now, River will never meet me. That's gonna cause a hell of a paradox, and there'll be no one to sort it out. I wanted to see River again. Wanted to talk to her, take her places. Wanted to be with her. Oh why did I come here? How do I get out? Must get out! Must. Stop. It! Fight it! Fiiiiiiight!!!
"Yes! Throw him out! Get rid of him! NOW!"
If I hook my left foot around that bit of the seat, maybe I can stop them reaching the door. It's not easy to move someone who's rigid, whose limbs are immobile. Much easier to move someone who's relaxed. Can't relax. Mustn't let them move me. Must fight it. Fight it! DON'T! Please, don't!
"Cast him out into the sun. And the night. Do it now. Faster. That's the way. You can do it."
Ouch! That's my FOOT! I hope they haven't broken anything! I wish this thing would stop talking. Why can't the others realise Mrs Sylvestre's still not free? Must fight it. Must not let them throw me out. I don't want to die like this. So many places I wanted to take Donna still. I wanted to see River again. I wanted to dance at Martha's wedding. She deserves to be happy, deserves a strong man who's not afraid to love her like I was.
"Molto bene. Allons-y."
Those are MY lines! She can't say that! How dare she steal my lines? Let me out! Get out of my head. Out of my head! Out! OUT!!
The starlight waste. The emptiness. The Midnight sky. ARGGGGGGGHHHHHHHH!!!!!!"
"It's gone. It's gone. It's gone. It's gone. It's gone. It's gone." I'm free!
Author: Persiflage_1
Characters/Pairings: Tenth Doctor
Rating: G
Spoilers: Midnight
Summary: The Doctor's thoughts as he finds himself unable to speak for himself.
Disclaimer: I don't even own my brain any more, never mind Doctor Who!
Link: < a href="http://persiflage-1.livejournal.com/122735.html">Speechless by < lj user=persiflage_1> (Characters: Tenth Doctor | Rating: G | Spoilers: 4.10)
Author Notes: I woke up with this fully formed in my head this morning. The things that the alien-in-the-Doctor make him say are in bold, his thoughts are not.
~~~~~~
"Oh! Thank you! Oh it was so cold. I couldn't breathe. I'm sorry. I must have scared you so much."
Oh Rassilon! It's inside my head! How do I get it out? Must get it out! There's nothing good about this situation. Must fight it. Get it out of my head. They think Mrs Sylvestre's safe, but she's not. She's NOT! It'll kill us all! Get it out!
"It's inside his head. It killed the driver - and the mechanic. Now it wants us."
If it kills me, if I die, I can't regenerate because it might hitch a ride with me. What will Donna do? I don't want her to be trapped here forever. Wilf'll kill me if I don't get her safely back home. Will she remember what I told her about Emergency Programme One? I hope Donna rings Martha, she'll remember what to do. Martha will help Donna. My Doctor.
"He's waited so long. In the dark and the cold. And the diamonds, until you came. Bodies so hot with blood. And pain."
I don't want to die this way! Trapped inside my own body, my own head. Rassilon, I hate this! I can hear, I can see, I can even cry and drool, but I can't move, can't speak except to echo its words. Let me out! And now they're all arguing! Let me OUT! PLEASE! LET ME OUT!
"That's how he does it. He makes you fight. He creeps inside your head and whispers. Listen. Just listen. That's him inside."
If I die now, River will never meet me. That's gonna cause a hell of a paradox, and there'll be no one to sort it out. I wanted to see River again. Wanted to talk to her, take her places. Wanted to be with her. Oh why did I come here? How do I get out? Must get out! Must. Stop. It! Fight it! Fiiiiiiight!!!
"Yes! Throw him out! Get rid of him! NOW!"
If I hook my left foot around that bit of the seat, maybe I can stop them reaching the door. It's not easy to move someone who's rigid, whose limbs are immobile. Much easier to move someone who's relaxed. Can't relax. Mustn't let them move me. Must fight it. Fight it! DON'T! Please, don't!
"Cast him out into the sun. And the night. Do it now. Faster. That's the way. You can do it."
Ouch! That's my FOOT! I hope they haven't broken anything! I wish this thing would stop talking. Why can't the others realise Mrs Sylvestre's still not free? Must fight it. Must not let them throw me out. I don't want to die like this. So many places I wanted to take Donna still. I wanted to see River again. I wanted to dance at Martha's wedding. She deserves to be happy, deserves a strong man who's not afraid to love her like I was.
"Molto bene. Allons-y."
Those are MY lines! She can't say that! How dare she steal my lines? Let me out! Get out of my head. Out of my head! Out! OUT!!
The starlight waste. The emptiness. The Midnight sky. ARGGGGGGGHHHHHHHH!!!!!!"
"It's gone. It's gone. It's gone. It's gone. It's gone. It's gone." I'm free!