The Doctor's mind was still a little more open than usual from his experience with Ed, so a slight connection was made the instant the two psychics touched. He could feel the potential in Sasha immediately - and not just for telepathy, but a great deal more.
He was falling towards some sort of organized cube, but as he entered it began to open. He saw flashes of memory, filtered and distilled so he only saw snapshots: a woman, from the eyes of a small child - and then a headstone decorating her grave. Though the emotions had been repressed, the pain and loss were were simply buried, not gone. They were as strong as ever, strong enough to lose yourself...
Before he could go any further, the Doctor propelled himself out of Sasha's mind and slammed the door shut, severing the connection. He had had enough of pain and loss over the last few days - he didn't need to share in someone else's again, and that someone else definitely didn't need to share in his, especially when the contact was unintentional.
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He was falling towards some sort of organized cube, but as he entered it began to open. He saw flashes of memory, filtered and distilled so he only saw snapshots: a woman, from the eyes of a small child - and then a headstone decorating her grave. Though the emotions had been repressed, the pain and loss were were simply buried, not gone. They were as strong as ever, strong enough to lose yourself...
Before he could go any further, the Doctor propelled himself out of Sasha's mind and slammed the door shut, severing the connection. He had had enough of pain and loss over the last few days - he didn't need to share in someone else's again, and that someone else definitely didn't need to share in his, especially when the contact was unintentional.