for theatrical_muse: When did you last run, and why?

[rude_not_ginger]

for hisoldgirl

She knows what you’re doing.

She knew the moment you came in the door. She knew as you stood at the console, staring at a blank spot and contemplating your own death. She knew.

“No,” you had said, and you pulled a lever, sending yourself and her elsewhere. Anywhere. Somewhere that wasn’t your current fate. Somewhere that would keep you alive and safe.

Because when it comes down to it, that’s what you were convinced you were doing.

But she knows better.

She sees the recklessness of your actions. She waits patiently as you run from adventure to adventure, spinning faster and faster like a toy on its last bit of wind-up. You’re burning yourself up like you would burn up a star to say goodbye.

You tell her that you’re living as much as you can before you go.

She tells you that you’re not really going. You’re only changing, and you’ve changed before.

You may be fooling yourself, but you’re not fooling her. She’s known you too long.

You’re terrified, petrified of what’s going to take you out. This incarnation is too stubborn, too selfish, to self-bloody-righteous to just let something else take you out. You’re going to burn, and you’re going to be the one to do it.

She knows this.

She can’t stop you.

Muse: The Doctor (Ten)
Fandom: Doctor Who
Word Count: 218