“Nobody’s ever safe. I never asked for that, ever. These have been the best years of my life, and they are mine. Tomorrow’s promised to no one, Doctor, but I insist upon my past. I am entitled to that. It’s mine.”
imagine if the baker street boys epilogue was narrated by mrs hudson
I know you two; and if you come back and live in MY house, I know what you could become. Because I know who you really are. A junkie who solves crimes to get high and the doctor who never came home from the war. Well, you listen to me: who you really are, it MATTERS, I've been trying to tell you all these years. There are two men sitting arguing in a scruffy flat, like they’ve always been there and they always will. The best and wisest men I have ever known. My Baker Street boys. Sherlock Holmes and Doctor Watson.
Well then? Get on with it, I'll officiate the wedding
‘They’ is totally the perfect pronoun for referring to the Doctor in general (rather than a specific incarnation) because not only is it gender neutral, it’s also both singular and plural, and hence very fitting for one person who has, in a way, been thirteen different people.
@avengerstories - thank you for editing this on your phone, you’re the real hero today
Forty Minutes Later
Bucky clutches his chest, trying to remove a dagger that isn’t really there. It feels like it is though. The look on your face before he left your apartment put it there.
It had to be done.
It had to be done.
No matter how many times he has repeated those words, his makeshift mantra, they don’t make him feel any better. How could they when he just did the one thing he never wanted to do? He broke your heart.
P.S. I know you two. And if I’m gone, I know what you can become, because I know who you really are. A junkie who solves crimes to get high, and the doctor who never came home from the war. Well you listen to me, who you really are doesn’t matter. It’s all about the legend. The stories, the adventures. There is a last refuge for the desperate, the unloved, the persecuted. There is a final court of appeal for everyone. When life gets too strange, too impossible, too frightening, there is always one last hope.