Disclaimer: Not mine.
A/N: I wasn't particularly happy with the end of The End of Time… let alone the beginning or middle. But this was inspired by a comment on afterelton about how RTD shouldn't have just thrown a shiny new toy at Jack and sauntered on his way. On the note of afterelton, vote for Barrowman as Gay Man of the Decade at afterelton. Com/blog/edkennedy/man-decade-twitter
He was drowning, drowning… drowning in drink, downing the drink, sinking in sorrow, stinking of it, grief, pain that suffocated until he sobbed, choked, swamped in the agony of Ianto… Nothing could fix this. No words could comfort him. No one could rescue him from those depths except…
Look down at a paper. Look up at a Time Lord. Incredulity. Look down at the paper again. Open it. Read the words.
You are not wrong.
He gulped at the air. A hand outstretched at the end, plunging in, hauled him out. With four simple words, the Doctor saved him again.
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