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Waiting for the Silence

Bound tight in the Pandorica; the prisoner sat and wondered...

How had it come to this? He'd often wondered about the end. Who'd be the one to finally stop him? Would it be a great battle or maybe just a careless accident? However, he'd never seen this coming. His enemies, the kind of monsters that haunt people's nightmares, united as one. Not just them. There were other races there. Ones he'd helped. And it wasn't death they brought. No. It was much worse. Imprisonment. In a way he was impressed; he knew quite a few of the races here would like nothing more than to kill him and somehow, some part of this alliance, had made them compromise. Yes, he would be impressed...If he wasn't utterly terrified. He was going to rot here, they were going to lock him in this prison and make the man that never stops moving stay still. They were going to leave him with only his own thoughts and memories for company. Everything would catch up with him; he would have to face responsibility for so many terrible things. A chill ran down his spine just thinking about it. He'd ran from Gallifrey, ran from the restrictions and responsibilities. Ran from a life of servitude. That was his solution. If you don't like it, if you don't want to face it, then run. When the Time Lords put him on trial all those years ago they chose their punishment well. Now this alliance had made a similar, yet even more alarming, choice.

The doctor is the man that never stops running. When The Master looked into the untempered schism the drums called out to him; when The Doctor looked into the schism he heard a voice. Just a whisper at first, but it grew louder and louder. One word, repeated over and over, echoing in his mind. That word was run. So he did. He never questioned why. He never wondered who or what he was running from... or to. He just ran. No matter what he came across, and no matter what he was leaving behind, he just kept going. God help anyone or anything that stood in his way. To be honest, god help anyone that decides to run along side him. But no. Mustn't think about them. Mustn't think about what is happening to them, or what will happen to them. This is all merely another time he's failed those he supposedly loves.

Really, he should have known. He should have known there was something odd about Amelia Pond, the girl with the fairy tale name. He should have investigated the cracks. He should have paid more attention. When he heard the legend of Pandorica he should have realised it was him it was referring to. Hadn't he been the one to tell that boy that the monsters were afraid of him. It makes sense that the most feared being in all the cosmos would be something that makes even the most wicked of creatures run and hide. River had been wrong. He wasn't always the good wizard.

Now here he was. Locked in one of the most tightly secured prisons that he'd ever come across. That's saying something, after all he has seen his fair share of prisons. But this one...it had deadlocks, psychic dampers...not to mention the multiple layers of rather thick metal. It took maximum security to an entirely different level. And it would be his home for eternity. Well, it would be, if the entire universe wasn't about to be wiped from existence. No need to call the decorators quite yet then. Though, to be honest, the plasterers would've been his first port of call because there was … a crack.

"The crack isn't in the wall"

"Where is it then?"

"Everywhere... in everything..."

Bound tight in the Pandorica; The Doctor sat and smiled...

There was still hope.

He could fix this.

He had never cared much for silence anyway.