Ironic Life

Wilf couldn't really believe in his ears as he heard The Doctor talk about his impending future. Death. Such a human thing, it shouldn't claim a man like him, yet, it was clear in his eyes that it could - it would - happen. The Doctor was scared, Wilfred could tell, but it didn't make him think any less of him for it. He was far too old to believe in such commonplaces about courage. Only those who had never lived weren't scared to die.

And this man, how he had lived! The life bleed through each of his moves, every charming smile, all his words and moves, infusing everyone around with the same sheer will to carry on in spite of the odds, as he did. It was something to be admired, encouraged. And as the words left his mouth, the fear reached his heart as well, for what a world would it be without him?

The words came out of his mouth, sure, but he couldn't stop wondering if there was any way out of it. He knew exactly what The Doctor needed, and her strong voice and ginger hair rippled the air, as if the alien's sheer need had summoned her to the place where he stood.

But he was stubborn, of course, and would hear nothing of that. He'd sacrifice himself for Donna gladly, and honestly, so would Wilf. He couldn't blame him, as he walked for his death, if it meant she'd be safe. He just wished there was something he could do to avoid it all.