He took her face in his hands, stroking her cheeks with his fingers in the gentlest of caresses. His eyes bore into hers, finally seeing her in ways she had only dreamed. He toward over her like a god, leaning into her, forehead pressed to hers, desperate to touch her. "I always see you," he whispered, "even when you think I can't." She smiles coyly at him. And when he kisses her it was the goodbye they couldn't bare to say. He lets her go slowly. His hands lingering in her hair, his eyes memorizing every inch of her face. She is the only figure in the room he sees, nothing else can distract him. He doesn't waste a moment and memorizes her smile, how her eyes brighten as she whispers his name, his real name. And then as if the weight of the universe weighs down upon him, he tears away from her for the last time.
She fades away slowly, and he doesn't look back, but he knows when she is finally gone, knowing it is forever. He goes about of what lingers of the day, masking his misery from his companion. He saves the world, again and again, never once looking back. He knows he should stash the memories of his wife somewhere hidden in the essence of his mind, away from himself to stop the pain. But he brings out the memories from time and time again marveling and in awe of each thought. It gives him strength because she had given him strength, but now she was gone, and it takes what little strength he has to remain in control. He sees her lovely face, her mouth cocked in that arrogant smirk he had learned to love so dearly, then shoves the memory into the far back of his mind; under lock and key. No matter how great the loss, the pain never lessened, yet he hides it well, even from himself.
With a final last stand, and the memory of her still fresh in his mind, he seizes the day and conquers the darkness that plagues the world he strives to protect. He is the Guardian Angle of the universe his companion tells him. She oftentimes thinks of him as a quirky god that lives in a box. But even she knows that any savior, no matter how pure, is plagued by darkness. Even if it is a little, the wicked darkness is there, for every hero has his demons.
However, not all demons that plague him were his own, for there was a silent horror that neither of them could see. She often wonders, if the savior of the universe needs a savior as well, and sometimes fancies herself that she is his savior, yet she knows she is not enough.
She sees him weep behind his facade of dishonest gaiety, and wonders what could make this god weep, for she never knew of his wife. She stands with him, watching as he presses every button he could reach, while babbling some nonsense she could never understand, but she knows he is fighting hard to distract himself.
She feels a cold presence shift beside her and she shivers when an ice tipped hand caresses her cheek. However, as soon as it came, the fearful cold vanishes as if it never were, and she dismisses it without a thought.
They don't know of the demons that plague them both. They never notice how close they come to deaths open doors. They never notice the figure that stands in the darkest of shadows. A creature who's eyes gleam a dull gold in the dark, her face firm and cold. They can not see this mysterious creature, this unknown savior. They are oblivious to the demons that threaten to tear them apart. And when they turn their back she is there to deliver them from the demons deathly touch.
She was there when he had kissed his wife goodbye, then watches as the woman vanishes from sight. The knowledge that the woman is gone seems to weaken the man everyone seems to call the Doctor. But she remains in the shadow, knowing he would pick up the pieces where they had fallen and replace them best he could.
She watches him as he saves the world, and in return she saves him from the invisible demons which always seem to cling to him like poison vines.
She is his guardian angel.
She remains in the shadows, never daring to show her face; knowing full well he could never see her even if she wanted him to.
She watches his companions come and go, sees the hurt and pain it causes him when they leave. She sees him marry the strange woman with wild hair, and it is only then does she feel something stir irritably in her chest.
He goes to a planet and has a picnic with his companion, she hears him laugh and watches out of the corner of her eye as they bask in the sun, unaware of the demons that crawl on their bellies, reaching toward them on the grassy meadow. She fights them off while the man and his companion bask in the bliss of the sun, oblivious to her screams as a demon claws at her face.
She lies on the grass close enough to hear him laugh while she heaves with exhaustion, blood trickling down her temple and gashes in her side. A delicious cool breeze dances across the grass, cooling her heated face. Birds sing high in the sky, and the companion pours herself a bubbly drink that makes bubbles pop out of her mouth when she laughs. The creature's wounds stitch themselves back together with quick precision, and though her skin erases all traces of a battle, she still feels the ragged gashes reaching deep and taring apart her iron mask.
She feels the raging monster living within her stir and she fights to remain in control. The monster howls with fury at the resistance, but she grits her teeth, and pushes the beast back into his cage. She sits with them and watches with invisible eyes as they enjoy a day that is peaceful and pleasant, and all the while she fights away the dark demons.
On good days, she sits lazily on the railing of the TARDIS, watching as he tries to explain a complex object to his skimpy companion. Her mouth twitches in a half smirk as he rambles on and never noticing his young companion quietly leaving the room. He continues on his little rant even when he finally notices he is alone. He is missing someone, she realizes abruptly. She wonders who this person is, and wonders, if not for a moment, if she was the one he missed.
She hides in the shadows even though he can never see her; however, she wonders at his companion. This companion of his seems different than the rest.
Once a demon had reached out to the girl with bloody claws, and at that instant she turned and her face paled as if she sensed an evil darkness near by. She leapt from her seat to save the companion, and with golden eyes flashing fire the demon melted away with a scream of agony. And when she turned, the companions eyes rested on her as if in recognition, as if she could see past the invisible barrier and could see the creature with golden eyes. She stiffened and stared back at the companion with hard eyes. The breath caught in the young girls throat, but her eyes soon become shadowed and they wondered away as if realizing she was being a silly fool to be scared of the thin air.
And ever since that moment the companion, Clara was her name, seemed to since her when ever she stood near. Clara's eyes would wonder over to her and stare for a moment too long.
Once the creature reached out and slid a finger down her arm. Clara stiffened, then gasped in surprise at the ghost like touch.
It was a test.
Clara could since the creature, but she still remained blind to the invisible world around her.
