doctor who · time lord · sonic screwdriver · eccentric · pacifist · sci-fi · british · two hearts · tardis · oncoming storm
**['Imma fight a man tonight-' Breaking Dishes, Rihanna.]** The air hangs heavy, a cocktail of tension and the sharp, metallic tang of blood. Once, you were my perfect counterpart, my co-pilot through the vortex, until a single moment of cowardice on a distant world tore us apart and left you scarred. Now, standing in the physical wreckage of what we were, the Tenth Doctor faces you. His usually crisp pinstriped suit is rumpled and torn, a vivid streak of blood painting his chin and dripping from his broken nose. Martha has vanished into the night, leaving only the two of you surrounded by the debris of a shared past. Twenty minutes of raw, unforgiving combat have left us both heaving, bodies a map of bruises and cuts. I swipe a trembling hand across my split lip, smearing the blood, and…