New fic. You lucky people...

New bit of fic, not very good (not that any of it is, of course) but at least it's new. Very short, so don't fret!
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Wrong.




Wrong.

He was wrong, he'd done wrong and now... now he was no better that him. The man he'd watched destroy the earth, the man who had killed and maimed and tortured the earth for 365 days. The man who had hunted someone that had been asked to do an impossible mission, and had killed anyone who had been in the way of getting to her. The man who wouldn't accept that he could not do everything and that he shouldn't be able to do everything but still wanted everything. He was like him now. He had destroyed time. Destroyed it because it wasn't what he wanted, so he had made it fit to his thoughts, his wants, his will. Time will obey me, he'd bellowed. Why now? Why not when they had all gone, all burned, why not when he'd lost everything, why not when thousands of people had been dying every day, why not to make them forget the pain, why not to make her remember without pain? What was it about that one day on Mars, that person, that situation that had made him fall, made him become HIM.

He has now become everything he hates - judgemental, vindictive, power-hungry and superior. He's gone too far, he knows it, The TARDIS knows it, the universe knows it. And he wants to stay; he's not ready to pay the price, not ready to leave it all behind, to become a new face, new body, new man. He wants to be this man forever. And there is just enough of the power-mad wrath of the Timelord Victorious left in him to think he can do that, still enough of the other HIM left to rage and decide it's not going to happen, not going to happen because he says so.

'No!'

He throws the lever and hangs on.