One on one? (Closed!)

Nico smiles a little. "You want to bring her back…" He looks up. "I could let you see her… If you wanted." He says softly. "Not bring her back to life… But… At least see her." He whispers.

"No, I prefer to leave my demons in the dark, where they belong." the Doctor said.

He nods. "That's understandable. But… Wouldn't you feel better… If… You… I dunno… Say goodbye to her?" He asks gently.

"She never died, if that's what you're implying. I wish I could have saved her from me." the Doctor said.

Nico smiles a little. "I understand that feeling…" He mutters bitterly.

"You shouldn't have to. But I suppose what makes you humans so, well, human, is that you see things no human should have to see. Feel things no human should have to feel.

Nico chuckles bitterly. "Humans… Demi gods… Or God's. Time Lords. We all have weaknesses. Whether we deny them or not. I'd rather face my demons with open eyes."

"Live for about 1,000 years and you collect far too many of those demons to face on your own, or even with someone." the Doctor scoffed. "I've ran too far. Lived too long. I'm just so old, so tired, I can't keep on saving them. I always regret taking people along with me, but I always do, eventually."

Nico nods, and smiles a little. "Sounds like you could use a break."

"I wish." the Doctor said.

Nico looks at him carefully. "I wish I knew how to help." He says softly.

"Nico, one day you will understand that I am beyond help. I've already accepted that fact." the Doctor sighed.

"No one is beyond help." Nico says gently. "I thought that too for a while."

"Try living for over 1,000 years and then discuss this with me." the Doctor scolded. "I have burned civilizations in order to protect others. I have committed atrocities you wouldn't believe just to save those I loved. I say I am beyond help without remorse because I know I deserve my exile. I deserve pain without the expectation of the sweet release of death."

Nico grabs his collar. "And yet you have people who care about you despite the shit you give them." You know Nico is dead serious if he swears.

"Don't touch me." the Doctor said, shoving Nico off of him, onto the sand. "It's never helped anyone to care about me in the past, I doubt it will do so now."

Nico shakes his head. "Look at you. You're pathetic." He stands. "When are you going to realize that people like Alison," he points to her. "Or even Will care about you. Will had a gun. He could have pulled the trigger. And yet he didn't because he saw how much you care for people. And you sit here, miserable, drowning in your own mistakes and you can't see what's right in front of you." He shakes his head. "You disgust me old man."

"And you repel me. I know Will had the gun. I wouldn't have blamed him if he used it." the Doctor said. "I have only one thing to say to you, Nico Di Angelo."

Nico glares at him. "What." He spits.

"Go to hell." the Doctor said, then stormed back inside the TARDIS.

Nico snickers. "I already live there." He says to himself.

Alison walked back onto the shore, her clothes dripping wet. She felt refreshed, but tired all the same.

Will was relaxing in the water, allowing the waves to wash over him gently as he stared at the sky

(Not sure what to do at this point…. derp.)

(time skip?)

(Sure. To when, exactly?)

Ummm…//

(Ditto on the 'Ummm')

(I have like no idea tho. Lol.)

(Do you have any ideas?)