Sadly, I don't own Doctor Who.
The Tardis lurched into existence, her brakes grinding noisily. The man at the gate looked up from his book and smiled softly, folding his hands. The Doctor came stumbling out, his beaming grin fizzling out into a frown of consternation.
"Ah. Right, wrong turn... Clara! Don't come out! Just...stay where you are!" He turned from the Tardis without waiting for an answer and spotted the man watching him. "Ah, yes, sorry. Bit of navigator-y confusion, we'll be out of your wings in a tick, sorry for the inconvenience." His hands fluttered anxiously and his frown deepened, the Doctor hovering on his heel, torn between turning away politely, or satisfying his burning curiosity.
"Hello Doctor." the man's smile widened. The Doctor grinned in return, taking one small step forward.
"Hello." His grin turned into a beaming smile and he glanced about excitedly. "Blimey, all of time and space...never expected to end up here. Not really part of the universe is it?"
"No." The man agreed, still smiling gently watching the Doctor fondly.
"No." The Doctor walked toward him jauntily, looking him up and down in amusement. "Sorry, don't want to be rude but, who are you then? There's a lot of speculation of course, everyone says pretty much the same thing, but I like to be sure. So. Name?"
"I am Peter."
The Doctor chuckled.
"Course you are. And this is heaven."
"Yes."
"Blimey." His eyes traveled up to the top of the towering golden gates his Tardis had mysteriously landed in front of. "Heaven. Never thought I'd end up here. Not that I have obviously. Still alive. I think..." he glanced at Peter.
"You are alive Doctor."
"Right. That shouldn't disappoint me." He looked back at the gates, twiddling his thumbs. "Kind of does, a bit." Peter said nothing, and the Doctor roused himself quickly. "Still, lots still to do, people to meet, places to see. I'd offer you a lift but I'm not sure there's much you haven't already seen...Don't know much about angels." The angel didn't reply, and the Doctor wouldn't have been listening if he had. He was pacing the width of heaven's gate, trying to peer through the bars. For a moment there was silence between them, then the Doctor spoke, so softly no one but an angel would hear him. "Are they in there?"
Setting his quill into the crease of his book Peter went to stand beside him. Watching with him.
"The Ponds. Are they in there?" The Doctor turned to stare into the angel's face, his eyes filled with all the broken pain of twelve centuries of loss. "All of them?"
Peter nodded his head.
"Yes Doctor. They're there. All of them."
"River..." A nod.
"Ian, Barbara." Another nod.
"Jack?" A nod and a small crack of a smile. The Doctor nodded back, his eyes distant.
"Rose."
"Yes."
The Doctor sucked in a shock gasp, surprised by the sudden pain that flared in his chest and tightened his throat into a choke hold. He forced himself to keep nodding, his eyes glassy with suppressed tears. Turning from Peter without a word he walked to his Tardis, pausing at the door.
"Thank you." Then he pushed through the doors without a backward glance and returned to a universe forever set against him, safe in the knowledge of their happily ever after.