A/N- I don't own Doctor Who or Peter Pan, or the italic letter. Please review- much appreciated! Enjoy :)
Chapter 1
"Give me two minutes, pack a bag." What is he talking about? I was hoping he would stay with me forever.
"Am I going somewhere?" I ask. It is not every day that I get to travel.
"Go to the window. Pick a star. Any star." I rush to the window and watch the stars. There is no way that I can ever go there; the horses wouldn't manage it! But I've seen inside the Doctor's mind and I know that what is impossible in our world is absolutely possible in his.
I've picked one- the second star to the right. It is the most beautiful and shining star in the sky right now and that is exactly where I am going. I stand and watch for a while, expecting the Doctor to appear out of the fireplace at any time now, yet I know he could be gone for months.
The bed looks so soft and inviting that I have to lie down for a while. Standing in this tight corset is unbelievably hard; it makes me feel faint and dizzy and I can't breathe very well. Even when the corset comes off I still find it hard to breathe. A fear creeps into my head and I am scared- so scared; what if I die before the Doctor returns?
I lie in my bed for days, trying to get better for his return, but at the same time getting worse. I can hardly breathe now and know that my time is almost up. The Doctor- my lonely angel. When I went inside his mind I saw how he felt about Rose. I know I cannot compete with love as true as that, yet I want to. After all, he did kiss me. Many men have kissed me, so why was that one special? Butterflies fluttered in my stomach and my heart races every time I see him. I used to hope that his heart raced when he saw me but, when I looked into his mind, butterflies fluttered for only one person- Rose.
In my head I am composing a note for him for when he returns. I know that I will be dead before long and that he will return shortly after, reason tells me this. The monsters and the Doctor, it seems, you can never have one without the other. Yet he is not here when my monster is looming.
I do not have the strength to even get out of bed any more so I request some writing paper and a pen. I cannot write in a straight line but I must get this done, before it's too late. Putting pen to paper, I write;
My dear Doctor,
The path has never seemed so slow, yet I fear it is nearing its end. Reason tells me that you and I are unlikely to meet again, but I think I shall not listen to reason. I have seen the world inside your head and know that all things are possible. Hurry though, my love. My days grow shorter now and I am so very weak. Godspeed, my lonely angel.
I fear that is all I can write so I seal it with wax and a kiss. I rest my head back, knowing I haven't long for this world. My eyes droop and soon sleep takes me away. I dream that people are gently picking me up and putting me into a long black box lined with red felt. Is it a coffin? Oh no. My eyes must deceive me, why do they think that I'm dead? I must wake up! I must before it's too late. I wrench myself from sleep though it's too late. They have trapped me in the coffin. We are nearing the gates of the palace and if I don't do something now, then I might slowly die inside this claustrophobic box. I push my hand against the lid, trying with all my remaining strength to lift it and to tell everyone I'm not dead, but no one is looking. They are too busy weeping to even look at the slightly open lid.
I look back to the palace in desperation, there must be someone looking out of the window to see me off. There! There's a tall, skinny man in a suit with amazing hair. It's him; it's the Doctor! He's seen me. I lie down, knowing that my lonely angel will come and rescue me, like he always does.
But, once he' saved me, what then? I know I'm not dead but I am still unwell. He's a Doctor, yet I've been inside his head and he cannot heal me properly. I sigh and wait. That's all I ever do with my imaginary friend- wait.
