Doctor Who: Oh, look, I'm angry. That's new.

He smiled when he saw Neffy, mostly unharmed and still as regal as ever. She was frightened (not that he could blame her), but she never once showed it. She rescued herself, really — but it was fitting that he see her do that. See her save herself. Even her own time had its prejudices, sadly.

He held the damnation, the salvation of the Ark in his hand.

And he’d heard Amy as she called out to him, but the lack of time (that’s what he told himself anyway), prevented him from stopping to explain his brilliant idea. There were other things to discuss besides: like Amy’s worry. She needn't have worried. She had said they needed lives. A break.

But you can’t have it both ways.

She warmed him with her smiles. Her approval brought tingles of pleasure to his tired hearts.

He doubted she’d approve of this though.

The thought still didn’t dampen that shiver of dark joy at seeing Solomon at his feet. Still trying to bargain with him. He was vile. He had murdered the peaceful inhabitants of this ship, the peoples who had come to his distress call of all things — and he had repaid them with terror and death in the worst way. There wasn’t one flicker of remorse for the Silurians he had slaughtered.

‘Lizards’, he had said.

When the Doctor offered him his prize, though, he didn’t seem best pleased.

It took everything the Time Lord had to keep the black rapture from tugging his lips into a smile. He remembered what it was like, this feeling, this…this pleasure. To have another man beneath your boot, at your mercy — the retribution like fireworks in the sky.

His next shiver was one of horror, but the taste was still too close to joy.

No. Amelia would not, could not know of this.

This one, he would keep for himself.

O-o-O

This is not how we roll… 

But he could, couldn’t he?

Jex’s atrocities scrolled through his mind’s eye —

Gallifrey burning gold and white as ion canons burst death across the blazing orange skies

and he could be sick. He could vomit up all the horror, the pain he had been witness to in his very long life. Rage and hate uncurled from his hearts; he knew these old friends well. So very well.

Amelia is angry with him. But she chose to walk away - leave him alone and unsure in a universe gone mad without his name to stopper the holes within it.

Five pounds of pressure. Such a little thing, really.

He pointed the gun at Jex and felt that frisson of black joy spike once more, that dark intent that could solve so many ills. He was the Doctor. No one would question in the end.

He was losing the Ponds slowly, anyway.

Why not one hard push.

“You wouldn’t,” Jex stuttered, thinking he saw what he himself was not. A good man, perhaps?

“I genuinely don’t know,” was the only answer he could give.



 -"In The Name of..." by PhoenixDragon
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