Rescue Effort || Closed.
Michelle forced herself to look away just as the gun went off. It all happened very quickly, and she still saw exactly what happened, but she couldn’t bear to look at the aftermath.
She’d been forced to witness enough death lately, and now, watching her own close friend take his own life was more upsetting and traumatizing than she ever could have imagined.
Tears fell in streams from her eyes as she looked down at the ground, avoiding any glance whatsoever at her friend’s corpse. Tenth’s pleas for his parallel self to regenerate only made it more intense and more difficult for her to be there at all. She thought this whole ordeal with the Interfector had somehow made her stronger, but that wasn’t the case at all.
It was the opposite. She felt weak and could hardly stand there with what was going on.
‘Please…. no.. don’t leave… come back… Doctor.. please come back… I can’t deal with any more pain.. Come back.. I need you to come back..’
Reinette stood before the Doctor’s body, stunned at what she witnessed. As the gravity of the situation set in, she realized that she should feel a heaviness inside her heart. A weight that was never there before. She had always been a woman who believed in the goodness of humanity, held it to her like a religion. It was her faith in the darkest of times, it was what helped her suffer through the Interfector’s actions. Though it had become twisted and corrupted. Perhaps that was why the weight was missing now?
She fought herself, knowing that the man she once loved had ended his life. Her lip trembled. Memories of the past flooded her; their wedding day and the pride in his face. The birth of Alexandre and Rosalie, his concern for her during her illnesses, his tenderness after they had made love. Feelings of love, of joy, of sorrow and resentment washed over her. Had it all been for nothing? What was it all in the scheme of things? Pictures in her mind, pictures she could not connect to anymore. Not without a feeling of sickness.
She knew she should weep for him, but she could conjure no tears. Knowing that she should feel anguish over his suicide started weighing down on her. Her chest tightened, her breathing became shorter and shorter. This wasn’t right! She was not so cold! She was not empty! She couldn’t have been so easily changed! How could she feel such indifference about the death of one she once cherished?
As she stood, dumbstruck, she began to fear her humanity had run dry. Tears began to flow.
The sound of the shot startled Dawn, woke Evie. In fact, it frightened Evie. She began to cry, much to Dawn’s dismay. Had things not gone as they should have? Did the Interfector shoot someone? She knew she was told to stay put, but… She tried to console Evie as best she could, hushing her with promises that everything was okay. Then again, she felt like she was trying to comfort herself more than anything with those words. A few shouts. That was… The Doctor? She couldn’t sit here any longer.
Dawn kept Evie close to her, finally able to calm her down as she made it to the door. She creaked it open, seeing first the Interfector’s TARDIS. That, in itself, frightened her. She couldn’t pinpoint why, but it hurt to look at that broken and battered TARDIS. But not as much as the sight of TC’s body. Did he shoot himself? Was it the Interfector? She couldn’t be certain. But it felt wrong. And the sight of his body froze her own body. She clutched Evie tighter as she moved to the side of his corpse, dropping down to her knees next to him. She felt numbed, miles away from this situation. She was in such shock, she couldn’t even be brought to tears.
She looked over to Michelle then Reinette, at least thankful they’d gotten out. Her hold on Evie was the only thing reminding her that she was still actually here, holding her steady. Dawn’s eyes then moved over to Tenth, her voice quiet and unsteady, “What happened.”