The pained look his young eyes possessed was killing her inside. But the day had come. He didn't know her anymore. The Doctor- her Doctor- was handcuffed to a pillar so he couldn't stop her from saving his life.
"You... Me... Handcuffs. Must it always end this way?"
She understood why he looked so pained when she had said that outside the ruined Aplan temple. Because that's how it did end- him handcuffed. Her about to die.
There's nothing you can do.
She felt so bad for forcing his hand. Little choice she had, though. This was it. It was so hard to ignore the defiance in his eyes, stretching for the screwdrivers and her diary. It was undeniable that he would always have a ridiculous amount of fight and spirit in him. Anything to save everyone's life.
If you die here, it'll mean I've never met you.
A myriad of memories flooded her mind. The first time she'd ever kissed him. The last time. All the times she coaxed him into her bed and she hadn't let him leave for days. Everything she experienced with her parents. Seeing them in New York and just knowing that those people there were her family. Even getting shot by her mother.
"Time can be rewritten!"
The flashbacks ceased and her whole being screamed, NO. She couldn't give that up. She kept thinking about the foggy memory she had of a lakeside in Utah and him... him dying... She wanted to rewrite that so desperately...
Not those times! Not one line! Don't you dare!
She idly wondered if she would have the ability to still regenerate. If it was the end of her time the Doctor, she bitterly hoped not. He had definitely earned the right to live on through her actions since Berlin. Maybe she had just completely eradicated her regenerations. She wouldn't be uncertain for long.
After all, she wouldn't live without him.
Not her Doctor.
You and me, time and space.
You watch us run.
