The Last Companion

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Doctor Who, Torchwood or any t.v. show or movie. They belong to BBC and their respective, respected owners. Oh how I wish I were them.

This is the second version of the Last Companion. Let me know which you like better, and I'll delete the other. FYI, I will continue to write the basic story line, so you might as well review.

(Italics indicate dreams)

Ch.1

I stand in the dark and watch as the light dances around the sword. It radiates out from the blade and warms the space around it. I hear its heart beat and am hypnotized. I reach for the blade and it fits in my palm as if it was always meant to be there. And perhaps it was.

I dance with blade, moving in a way I have never moved before, with grace and poise and cunning. I am entranced. And I am terrified. With this sword I could create worlds. And destroy them.

I am interrupted from my rapture by the arrival of a being black as night and bright as the sun.

"What are you?" I demand, finding my voice at last.

"I am life and death. I am suffering and I am joy. I am all and I am nothing. I am more than man can imagine, and I am exactly as you have created me. And I have an offer for you, Dreamer."

"And what offer is that?"

"A life. A love. Everything you ever imagined. And more."

"And what's the catch?"

"An end. The death of a child who is loved a does not realize it."

"Never."

"The choice has been made. Enjoy the end, Dreamer. You only have one."

I woke to the sound of the rain. Whether it was the rain outside the window or the echo inside my head I couldn't decide. I switched off the Doctor Who DVD I'd fallen asleep to the night before and stowed it in my bag with the rest of my collection. I finished packing the remnants of my stay in the cheap base hotel and headed down to the lobby to check out. I was almost to the counter when I heard I sound that at first I could have sworn was inside my head. And then I realized it was coming from the elevator I'd just departed.

Frowning, I squeezed back inside before the doors slid shut and stared at the newly formed button on the panel by the door. Curious, and despite my better judgment, I pushed the glowing button and had a few seconds to think 'Oh, shit!' before I was sucked into the void that was formed from the remnants of the teleporter and blacked out.

My first thought upon waking was that it had all been an incredibly strange dream. The simple act of opening my eyes was enough to disprove that happy notion however.

A dark grey dragon hovered a few inches from my nose with an unmistakable look of concern on its small face. As soon as it realized I was conscious, it gave a happy chirp and hopped backward to let me sit up. I did so slowly, with many aches and pains accompanying the action. I felt as if I'd been bowled over by a bus traveling at high speed.

"Ow," I muttered, massaging the back of my neck. "What the hell happened?"

You have been chosen.

I jerked, startled. "Who said that?"

I did.

"Who's I?" I demanded stupidly, looking for the source of the voice. The only other being besides me was the dragon, but it couldn't be him.

Why not?

"Huh?" I said, surprised.

Why couldn't it be the dragon? the voice asked, curious.

"Well…'cause… a real dragon would never talk to me, would it? I'm nothing special," I explained lamely.

Of course you're special. I chose you didn't I? the voice asked. The dragon crept closer, head cocked to the side.

"Are you talking to me?" I asked the dragon, nervous. It nodded.

'Course I am. Who else would I be talking to? the dragon confirmed, its tail wagging happily.

"Right. Course you are," I said, nodding slowly. "That's it. It's official. I've finally managed to lose what's left of my sanity. I'm talking to a dragon for chrissake."

You're not crazy, the dragon said, irritation in its deep green eyes.

"A dragon's telling me I'm not crazy. Great," I said, rolling my eyes. "I'm gonna go, now. Excuse me."

I started to push myself to my feet and he hopped onto my lap, anger obvious.

You're not crazy, he repeated. I'm real.

"Oh, I know that. I just can't believe a dragon would ever want to talk to me," I assured him carefully, wincing at the pressure o his claws on my already sore legs.

Well, believe it. Cause I'm not gonna stop anytime soon, he said.

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