Word Count: 627
Author's Summary: Cold hands, burning heads, boiling stomachs.
Characters/Pairings: Doctor/Romana, K-9
Warnings: Nuclear fallout stuffs, genocidal angst
Recced because: Because it should have been recced a long time ago. It's basically this beautiful, feverish mesh of alieness and Time Angst and Sehnsucht.
Now the War has come and gone. The radiation lives within the Doctor, burning out his brain in waves of pulsating heat. His organs seethe and roll in endless turmoil. Sometimes he feels an itch deep within his body, where he cannot scratch, and he is angry and deadly.
Now his companions feel almost normal to him. Now the heat of the sun is like a blessing, for the searing pain drives the itches and bubblings away. Now, for the first time, he feels the creeping presence of the learned court prosecutor, the unbearable and unfamiliar, terrifying desire to destroy, to burn like he is burning…and even when he regenerates, the radiation doesn’t leave him.