Hello everyone! I've only recently been writing fanfic – I hope you enjoy– I obviously don't own Doctor Who or any of it's characters – If I did I would not torture the viewers the way the BBC does. Damn you RTD! Anyway – Review if you'd like – criticism is always welcome as long as it's constructive. Thanks!
The light… is blinding.
Is that light really him?
She said he was "changing," but how? She said he was "regenerating." Is he leaving me? Is he leaving when we all need him the most?
I've never seen him look as hopeless as I did when we were floating in the Medusa Cascade – the Earth lost to us. I never want to see that look again. Will I ever see him again? What do they mean… changing?
The light is so bright – it hurts to look.
I can't see him.
I never saw him as joyful as when he was running toward her. She, who I have spoken to so many times; I should have known it was her. Rose Tyler. He loves her. He loves us all I think. He must to save us; to hold us up when we need him the most.
I love him, not in the same way she does, but I do. He is the best friend I have ever had. He has changed me and I am a better person for having met him, having traveled with him, having fought with him, having laughed with him, having run with him, having cried with him, having stopped him, having lived with him.
I don't know if I was really living before. I think I just existed, as so many people do. We work, we come home, we talk to our loved ones, but do we really live? I have saved lives, I have seen death, I have participated in things no one can imagine. I used to say I was "just a temp" – work wasn't the only thing that was temporary in my life, my LIFE was temporary. I lived like my life was a temporary gig, never investing in anything that would last. I was so afraid that the next day someone would give me the pink slip and I would be told to go home. Go home and wait for my next assignment; my next assignment in life. Why take risks when it could all have tumbled down? When nothing MEANT anything? Then I met the Doctor and suddenly my temporary life became real. Everything had color, and taste, and smell, and touch, and it was like my body came alive for the first time.
I see everything now – the light – it's like a million fireworks, I hear her soft cries, I feel his strong arm holding me up, this captain, and I smell the scent of death in the air; my heart is breaking.
Come back Doctor, we need you to save the universe again… and this time we're all here to hold you up.