FIC: Finally Free

[lindenharp]

Title: Finally Free
Rating: G
Characters: Ninth Doctor
A/N: 100-word drabble for DW100, prompt #216: Free

 

He ran because he wanted freedom.   Snatched Susan and stole the TARDIS, setting course for adventure.  Gallifrey didn’t catch up to him until his second life.  They tossed him in a cage: one planet, one time. 

They relented, but kept their hook in him.  Do this task.  Fix this problem.  Come home and fix another.  Come home and be President.  (A gilded cage is still a prison.)  Come home and be condemned.  Come home and fight for us.  Die with us. 

Now he is completely free.  Their summons will never snare him again.  Freedom tastes like ashes in his mouth.

 

Comments

[lindenharp.livejournal.com]

Well, you notice that it's the planet he's nostalgic about, more than the people. He rhapsodizes about the orange sky and the silver trees.

I think that if the Doctor could shape the universe to his liking, Gallifrey and the Time Lords would be restored. He'd still wander Time-Space with his companions, having adventures and righting wrongs. And once a century or so, he'd go home, and walk in the red grass under the silver trees.

[neadods.livejournal.com]

The planet never pushed him around and took his companion's memories.

[lindenharp.livejournal.com]

Yes, exactly.

[garpu.livejournal.com]

*nodnod* There's a line in "The Last Dodo" about how while the Doctor can't forgive the Time Lords for some of the crap they did to him, he still misses them. In the BFA's, it seems like Seven and Eight have kind of made their peace with them. (Seven wonders if it's time he returned home at the end of Project: Lazarus.)