My thief has come.
He takes me away, far far from where I was born.
The impossible one guides the way.
She is there helping him. Always there, like me.
I am always there for him.
He knows it. I can tell.
The others, they don't know that I am alive.
They think I'm just bits and bolts, but I'm not, I'm a living, breathing, feeling thing.
I love my thief.
He took me on so many adventures, oh, so, so many across the galaxies and years. I am behind him always.
He changes, and his friends and followers and companions change.
But I stay.
I am always the same.
Never changing, ever constant.
He talks to me, and I hear him and I reply.
And he always hears me.
No one else does.
Sometimes the smaller one who was there when I was stolen does. And the lady who helped him solve a puzzle. They are like him. I can feel it.
And then there's the impossible one.
She is different.
Part of her is like him. The kind and selfless part that always seems to end up with her dying in his defense. And the sparkle of adventure in her eyes. It is quite the same.
I can tell.
I see all, and I hear all.
I am always there, behind the machinery and the wheezing noise that I make.
Centuries have passed. From the planet that is not more to the junkyard where so many things began to the place at the far reaches of the universe where I was human to the place where my thief must die.
The years have gone whizzing past me. Me and my thief.
Forever together, traveling the stars.
My beautiful thief.
I love my thief.
A/N: I improvised this randomly while having a headache so it's not the greatest. Comments are very much appreciated! Oh, and, side note, 'the impossible one' is obviously Clara, 'the smaller one' is Susan, and 'the lady who helped him solve a puzzle' is Romana. Just thought I'd clarify :).
