AN: Doctor Who is not mine.
Ugh. Ok. So I was meaning to work on my other story, but this idea would not leave me alone until I wrote it down, so I did. It ended up being shorter than I thought it would be, and though I don't plan on adding any more chapters, I might come back later and add more too it. If you think I should, just leave me a review.
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Wow, this was so full of typos when I read it after I'd published it. I fixed them now.
The Doctor leaned against the wall, waiting for Amy. She'd insisted on stopping at the cafe for a cup of coffee, which she was doing now, leaving him to wait by himself outside, standing under the shelter of the roof, protecting from the light drizzle.
He was starting to get very bored when someone exited the cafe holding a warm cup. A very familiar someone...
"Wilf?"
The elderly man stopped at the sound of his name incredulously spoken. "Who wants to know?"
Of course - he doesn't recognize me.
"It's me. The Doctor."
Wilfred's eyes widened comically. "Doctor!" he exclaimed, and stepped forward with his arms outstretched. The shared a short, slightly awkward hug.
"You- you changed, then?" Wilf gestured at the Doctor's face and clothes.
"Why yes, yes I did. I'm a new man now." The Doctor sensed that Wilf, too, was thinking of the last time they had met. He was thinking of his long, drawn-out regeneration. He didn't know that Wilf was thinking of how the last Doctor had died saving him.
"How's Donna?"
Thinking of his previous companion dredged some of his many painful memories, but he needed to know how she was.
"She's good. Her husband got a permanent job. They have a nice house. Far away from us, of course," he added with a wry smile. The Doctor interpreted "us" to mean Donna's mother.
They sat in silence for a moment, then Wilf spoke. "And what about you, then? Not on your own, are you?"
"No, no, I've got a friend. She's with me," the Doctor replied, gestured inside the cafe where Amy was. "Her name's Amy."
"Someone say my name?"
Said redhead had just exited the cafe and spotted the Doctor talking to his friend.
"You must be Amy," Wilfred said politely.
"Yeah, that's me," Amy replied.
"Amy, this is Wilf," the Doctor said. They exchanged greetings, and Wilf said "You take good care of him, you hear?"
"'Course I will," Amy said. She missed the look the two men exchanged, remembering another, similar conversation.
"You take care of her, now!"
"She takes care of me."
"Well, we'd better be off," the Doctor said. "Nice seeing you again, Wilf." He truly meant it.
Wild stood up straight and saluted, just the way he had last time they'd met.
"It was wonderful seeing you again, Doctor."
"Wow," Amy said, glancing back as they walked away. "He must be special."
"He is."
Wilf watched them walk away, wondering if he would ever see the Doctor again. He was glad the Doctor was alive and happy. But at the same time he felt a pang of sadness. The redhead striding next to him, making him laugh, and smiling at his reaction should have been someone else.
It could have been Donna.