I'd Be Proud ("Eyes" Entry)

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Title:  I’d Be Proud

Rating: G

Word Count:  492 words

Characters:  Wilfred Mott and The Tenth Doctor

Spoilers: “The End of Time”

Warnings: N/A

Episode Setting:  During: “The End of Time”

Summary: In his eyes, I was his dad.  And what about my eyes? How did I see this savior of worlds?  This defender of galaxies?   This Time Lord?  This alien?

“I’d be proud if you were my Dad.”

Those words echoed in my head, each time becoming more and more meaningful.  I’d never had a son before, but deep down I truly longed for one.  A son that I could tell all my war stories too.  A son who thought I was a hero for fighting for King and Country and never taking one life for it.  A son who I could call my own.  But then again, the idea of anything besides my daughter Sylvia made me a bit uneasy.

But to think that fantasy was all gone.   That idea of the Doctor being proud of me.  The idea that in his eyes I was his Dad.  That idea was no more.  The Master was gone.  The Time Lords were gone.  It was just the Doctor and me in a room.  Only problem, I was stuck.

That other man from before looked so scared, it was instinct to save him.  But at what cost?  I was stuck and the Doctor would have to die for me.   I told him to leave me, but he didn’t.  He spoke to me and his words cut deep.  He didn’t mean to hurt me I know, but that dull the pain anymore.  After every word, my hand moved closer to the buttons, hoping that I would press them to release the radiation on me.  Maybe that act would end his misery.  But I was too scared.   Scared for my own life as always.

But the Doctor, he could have done so much more.  It wasn’t fair for him.  He could have saved so many more worlds if it hadn’t been for me.  It was my fault.   But then he mumbled something and began walking towards me.  I shouted at him, told him to leave me be, but he was a good man.  The best man I knew.

His eyes were full of pride as he stepped in and I stepped out.  But my eyes were tear filled.  My heart convulsed as his body did under the unearthly radiation that was meant for me. I was losing my friend and I could do nothing to stop it.  His silent screams pierced my ears.  My arms yearned to wrap around his compressed body.  My heart desired to stop before his had the chance.  I wished it had been me.  Then it would have been my dead body in there instead of his.  

I studied his body as it just laid there.  He wasn’t moving.  At that moment I knew what I had done.  I held my breath hoping that he would pull through, but again, there was no sign of life.  In his eyes, I was his dad.  And what about my eyes? How did I see this savior of worlds?  This defender of galaxies?   This Time Lord?  This alien?  I had no need to think long.   

“I’d have been proud if you were my son, Doctor.”