AN : So just finished watching End of Time. (For all you who got to watch it on television and are laughing at me for my late-ness, I'm in the US, so I had to get it through Netflix. That, and I only started watching a year ago) Anyways, at the end before the whole singing to sleep thing, those few moments got my mind ticking….
So enjoy.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Doctor Who or any of it's characters. Though if anyone has a TARDIS for rent, I'd love to borrow it.
She had seen this face before. Just earlier that year. This very same face that now slept peacefully (hopefully) in her mother's flat. And if she was honest with herself, she felt rather guilty.
When he changed, regenerated, she had been scared, distrustful. But she shouldn't have. She had seen that face before. And he had come back, even if it had been to say "Happy New Year's" as a complete random (and drunk) stranger. He must have cared for her at least as a friend then.
So she should have trusted him.
But she had been in shock. I told her she should demand compensation! She's had a genuine shock! Where would one go to demand compensation for her friend completely changing on her? She felt the corner of her mouth twitch up just a bit. His breathing hitched a bit. Oh, don't tell her he now had sleep apnoea! The half-smile fell. His breathing returned to normal. She let go of a breath that had been unwittingly held.
His face looked a lot more comfortable now than when she had seen it on the first of January. That face had looked like it was in considerable pain. More than what drunkenness would induce. It looked rather like this one; well the previous one did before it changed to this one. Something like that.
Something like that indeed.
Which puzzled her.
Well not the pained expression exactly, but by what wasn't there. Why did he feel the need to see her before she met him, well the other him? Why couldn't he have just said well wishes to the her that was traveling with him? Why hadn't she noticed the TARDIS? Wait, don't need A levels for that one, she wasn't looking for it. Having not met him and all. But still why find a previous her?
Oh ho, if he thought he was getting rid of her that easily…
Well, honestly, she had asked to come home.
But she had been confused! Surely he could understand that! Or not, he could be rather thick. He had missed the London Eye being something large, something metal, something smack dab in the middle of London. Well, she wasn't going anywhere now. Not after what he had shown her. And besides…
"You said I'd have a fantastic year, and by my count you still have seven days left on that promise." It was said to no one in particular, for she hadn't realized she had said it at all.
Slowly getting off the bed, she walked towards the door, gave a glance back, one that if he had been awake would have sent a clear message. One that if he had actually been planning on leaving her here on earth, would have intimidated him and made him change his mind. But he was neither awake nor thinking these thoughts so it didn't.
She passed her mum in the living room. She glanced off towards the corner where the old tree stood year after year. Its slow rotations being sort of hypnotic. That's the wonder of modern technology for you. Now no one has to worry about their favorite ornament being in the back. Wait a minute. Their tree never rotated.
"Mum, when did you get a new tree?" She called over her shoulder.