So this wasn't what I thought it would be when I came up with these ideas a few months ago, but it was all I could get out. Had a bit of trouble with this one and I've not had the time to pick up anything and just write (partly because it's been...so...bloomin'...HOT!). Hope this is alright. See you all soon. xx
Never did he think he would be given a chance to have another go. Even only a year ago, he would never have even thought he deserved this. A second chance. A second chance to make things right – to get things right. He'd been far from ready the first time; hadn't been very good. Even so, it had hurt like nothing else when he lost it all.
And that was the other thing: he never thought he would be able to go through it all again, not without seeing them – how could he possibly face that every day? Seeing them, knowing what had happened, or what hadn't happened, or what could've happened. Could he wake up every morning and face the regrets, the guilt?
But when Rose returned from her shopping trip, holding only one bag in her grasp with a small, nervous smile on her face as she handed him the contents: a tiny – adorable – pair of white converse that matched his own, the Doctor knew for certain that this time things were going to be so very different.