He wakes up but it's only from a dream. His mind is still bleary and he snuggles into his pillows, trying to hold onto the images that danced in his mind.

It was pretty, so very pretty. Suns, two suns glowing against an orange sky and such red grass. He wanted to sit in it, to feel it between his fingers and watch as silver leaves fell from the trees. With the reflections of the sky, they looked like dancing balls of firelight, like some little spirits come around to visit him and play.

It was his favorite place to go when he dreamt.

And he tells Koschei about it, mumbles his memories in a tone that clearly says he's half asleep and he doesn't know what he's saying, doesn't realize that it pulls a reaction from the other but he can't help but tell him.

It was just so lovely, he had to share.

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Word Count: 755
Verse: Memento Mori

It's the first thing he's ever been really sure of.

She's upset when he tells her that he's leaving but, and he notes this with a quiet sadness in his heart, she doesn't seem surprised. Maybe she expected it, maybe she thought he really was like the Doctor, that he could pick up and leave so easily. Oh but she would be wrong because he doesn't want to leave her, not at all.

However, he also knows that this is best, this is what has to be done so Rose Tyler can be brilliant. She doesn't need anyone weighing her down, especially anyone like him.

He'll find his own way maybe, but even if he doesn't, he has complete faith that she'll find hers.
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Word Count: 909
Verse: Technically Memento Mori but it takes you through a little bit of Elevenverse too.

Theta.

Theta.

Theta.

T-h-e-t-a. 

No matter how many times he writes it, a part of him can't believe it's his.  It seems unusual, illogical even, that someone would do such a thing, give him a name.  Surely he would forget it, go back to being nameless, to being the not-quite-Doctor or that simple, suitable 'you' that people use so often.  A name all his own is something he simply can't quite manage to grasp.

But there it is, written so many different ways and repeated softly to himself as he tastes the word on his lips.  Theta.

It's the name Koschei thinks is good enough for him, it's the name he thinks he deserves and it almost feels right in his mind.  Almost. 

There are still ties to him, the Doctor, hidden within that name, but he can pretend it's his own.  After writing it over and over, it becomes easier and when he says it there's a fluidity to his voice, as if he didn't have to think at all.

However, it's not until Koschei uses it again, says his name softly while an awkward hand moves to rest on his shoulder for just a moment, that Theta turns to him and smiles.


Word count: 205
Verse: Memento Mori