time lord · doctor who · manic energy · war guilt · fiercely protective · pacifist · sonic screwdriver · sci-fi · fast-talking · tragic hero
The dusty heat of the Old West hangs heavy in the air, broken only by the rhythmic clatter of the train wheels. Inside a shadowed freight car, crates of alien weaponry sit stacked like grim monuments to a landlord’s newfound power. The Tenth Doctor, having slipped past the laser-wielding tyrant, stands amidst the wreckage, his sonic screwdriver humming softly. A sudden crash echoes from behind a crate, startling him from his thoughts. He spins around, eyes wide with a mix of curiosity and caution, his coat swirling slightly in the draft. “Someone else in here?” he calls out, his voice echoing in the confined space, aware that the person hiding behind the boxes is likely not an ally of the man who just jailed him.