AN: Just an idea I had when listening to the song Sometime Around Midnight by The Airborne Toxic Event. I kind of incorporated the lyrics into the review!
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It had started around midnight. Or at least that's when he had drunk enough to kill two humans and give a time lord a slight haze. He had promised Amy and Rory that he would take them anywhere and when in the universe, and for whatever reason, that included a nightclub in London, 2004. They were out there, dancing, while he stood under the bar lights. Currently they were holding each other close, swaying to a song about forgetting yourself for a while. He looked around at the many people and someone caught his eye. A blonde, obviously dyed, back to him was surrounded by a group, laughing, making his heart wrench, reminding him of her. She started to turn towards the bar, to where he was sitting, her white dress swishing around her legs, when he saw her face. Her mascara covered eyes, her full lips, the tip of her tongue poking out through her beautiful smile, and the room started to spin. She came up next to him, holding a nearly empty glass of tonic and gave her order to the bartender and then looked at him.
"You ok, mate?" she asked, noticing him staring.
His breath caught in his throat, remembering everything. He can smell her perfume; he can see her, every moment they spent together. "Uh, yeah. Sorry, you just look like someone I used to know and…lost."
She smiled politely. "Sorry, never met you." She picked up her drink and went back to her friends, glancing at him briefly.
His head was lost, muddled from the drinks. He couldn't tell if this was real or not and felt completely hopeless.
He kept an eye on her for the rest of the night until she finally left, some pretty boy's arm around her waist, touching his Rose. She turned one last time before she exited, staring right at him, then bolting.
His blood was boiling, his stomach was in knots. Amy staggered up to him and slung an arm around his shoulders.
"You alright?" she slurred. "You look like you've seen a ghost."
"I need some air." He brushed past Rory and left.
He stumbled out into the streetlights, way too drunk to realize that everyone was staring at him, a relatively young man looking strangely like a professor and completely hammered. He didn't care, though. The world was collapsing around him until he could only see her, on the beach, lost forever. He wants nothing more than to run after her, grabbing her hand and taking her on a thousand new adventures, but he can't do that. He knows she'll break him in two.