A gift from a friend
The Doctor just turned down a big gift. The echoes of it ring in his head while he's alone after.
'An army of your very own. You can stop all the losses. All the times you didn't save someone.'
The Doctor's eyes dropped. He sits alone in the Tardis, thinking of all the things he could have prevented with the army he had been offered. All the lost friends.
He wonders how the Cybermen would fare against the Daleks under his command. If he could stop the time war before it started.
If he could have stopped Adric.
Saved Amy and Rory.
His eyes welled up. He hadn't seen her since his regeneration. The Doctor wondered how many more meetings they would have until she told him she was going to The Library. Until he would have to hand her the sonic.
And know that he would see her no more.
“A gift from a friend.” The Doctor mumbled to himself, only half thinking.
A new box of chalk fal