I knew he had to die. Nothing can stay gold forever, right?

One year later

"Hey Leah." A man's slurred voice cracked from behind me. Quickly, I spun around to see who was there.

"Oh, hi Vince." I rolled my eyes at the man who frequently flirted with me. How many times does a girl have to say no, for a man to get the picture. "What are you doing here? Drunk again?"

"I needed to talk to you about something. And yes, I am drunk." His pupils dilated in confirmation.

"I'm not exactly in the mood to talk." I snapped.

"You're never in the mood to talk. Whoever died, you have to get over it some time."

The blood heated up immediately in my veins. I jumped off the bar stool and balled up my fists. Pinning VInce against a wall I yelled in his face. "What the hell did you just say to me?"

"Woa Leah, calm down! It's just an expression, I didn't literally mean someone died." He cried out in fear.

"You better watch what comes out of your filthy mouth next time." Unclenching my fist, I let his shirt go where I had seized him. When I turned around, something collided with the back of my head, and I was soon falling to the cold, pub floor.

Thinking quickly on my feet, I flipped over to face what was happening. The fist collided with my nose and I heard a sickening crack. Oh well, it would repair itself in an hour or so. "Vince, what are you doing!" I yelled, realizing it was him assaulting me.

"You know Leah, I always knew you were screwed up, but not so much as to pinning me up against a wall, over some stupid little thing." He cussed under his breath.

He shoved his face right up to mine, causing me to look away. He slapped my face and spat. "Don't look away from me. Look into my eyes!"

"Leah Parks, my Leah. I thought I could of cheated death, but I guess I can't run forever." He leant in as close as we could get, and he whispered something in my ear. 'Look in my eyes.'

The last words that the Doctor spoke to me. Once again, I could feel my blood heating up in fury. Before I could find the strength to push Vince away, a man picked him up like he weighed as much as a small dog. He was tall, with thin, light brown hair, and big ears. The man swaggered off to the back door of the bar and threw Vince out the door.

By the time the man came back, I was off the ground and straightening myself out. "Um, thanks for that. I could of handled him though."

"What'd the guy do to you that made him you angry?" He had a northern accent.

Without letting any emotion break through I told the man. "He brought up my past."

"What happened in your past that's so bad?"

"No one brings up my past." I simply stated.

"There's a whole story, Isn't there."

"More than you could handle, I'm sure." I defended. It was natural for me to be cold. Now that I didn't have anything to live for. I tried to reboot the TARDIS, but with no surprise, It wouldn't run for me or River.

After that, we all pretended to live on like things were normal. That went well for about two days. When all else failed, Amy and Rory went back to Leadworth, but still stayed in contact with me. River went off exploring the universe with her vortex manipulator, and we hardly ever see her.

Now, one year later, I haven't talked to any of them for six months. Not that I want to, it would hurt too much.

"Try me. I can handle quite a lot." The man raised an eyebrow questioningly.

"I don't even know your name." I fired back.

He smirked at me and held out a hand. "I was told by a woman that I'm not allowed to tell you my name." He shrugged and looked down at his hand, which he was still holding out to me. Hesitantly, I took it in my own hand.

"Okay."

"You don't find that weird?" His head cocked to the side.

"Trust me, that is probably the least weird thing that's happened to me." I laughed bitterly.

We began to walk out of the run down bar. "Oi, lucky you. Least weird thing that's happened to me on a good day is being held at a gun point!" He smiled a crooked grin and I laughed.

I stopped walking. He turned to look at me. "What's wrong? Did I say something?"

I shook my head in response. "That's the first time I've laughed in a year. A real, genuine laugh." Before I could protest, he pulled me into a nice, warm hug. The kind of hug the Doctor used to give me.

"Well I hope I can change that." He smiled at me, taking my hand again. "So, I can't tell you my name, but what's yours?"

"I'm Leah. Leah Parks."

"That's a lovely name, Leah. Do you happen to like the Park?" He joked.

"Har har, very funny." I smiled, but then frowned. "Actually I hate parks. This hell happened to originate at a park."

"So, what did happen?" He questioned. When you travel with the Doctor, you learn how to judge a person. This guy? He seemed trustworthy. There was something about him that reminded me of the Doctor. So that's how I found myself spilling the entire story to this complete stranger.

By the time I was almost finished, we had walked to a park, ironic I know, and we were sitting on a bench by a lake.

"The last words the Doctor ever said to me, were 'look in my eyes.' I still don't know what he meant by that. Its been driving me utterly insane. So the reason I was upset in the bar, was that screwed up son of a bitch had brought up my past, as I told you before. Now do you sort of get why I hate my past?" I shook my head slightly.

He looked up at me, then down at our entwined hands. "Y-yeah. I get it now." He stood up abruptly. "And I'm so so sorry when I say this, but I have to go now."

I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion. "What?" The words slipped out of my mouth like ice. "You expect to get my entire life story, then run off? I don't think so."

Just as the man was about to walk away, I hear the sound of high heels running on the paved path from behind. To make sure he didn't run, I grabbed his had and turned to look at the approaching person.

"Leah!" The woman yelled.

"R-River?" I stammered.

River came to a stop in front of us, and turned to the man and gave him a look.

"Hey, I know you. You're the woman who said I'm not allowed to tell Leah my own name. Why not exactly? I'm not used to people telling me what I can and can't do." He said sternly, with great power in his voice.

I scoffed. "What a surprise, the notorious River Song is behind this all along!"

"Mum trust me, I'm doing this for your own good." River assured.

"Hold it right there, you called her mum?" The man looked shocked. "You look three times her age. Oh right, I forgot you told me you're time travelers. It gets messed up doesn't it? I'd know."

"Wait-" River began, but I cut her off.

"You're a time traveler?" I asked him as my voice rose with suspicion. "Don't listen to River, she's too wrapped up in time lines." I flashed River a glare. "If you're a time traveler, then I need to know your name. Please." My voice was wavering on the edge of begging.

He looked to River and his eyes widened. "Leah, I'd love to, and I would of been very careless and told you my name if I hadn't of heard your story."

Now my suspicions rose even higher. "So you would of told me your name if I hadn't told you my past?"

"Leah, you have to understand. You know time is complicated!" River begged.

"No, I don't have to understand! River, I've lost the man I love, and my whole life. I'm not exactly in the best conditions to argue with."

"River, I need to tell her. If all she's said is true, then I need to tell her. For my own sake." He said.

"Just tell me who you are."

"I'm the Doctor."