Hello! This is my first work I have published. It is a really short piece. It is from one of my favorite moments during Matt Smith's run when he talks to a dying Lorna Bucket at the end of A Good Man Goes to War. Seriously, this bit made me cry when I first watched it. I hope you enjoy!
The Doctor slowly approached the girl's prone form. He knelt quietly beside her, his eyes glazed with sorrow. The small green light of his screwdriver passed briefly over her Doctor's breath caught in his throat as the read the results. He was distracted as the girl stirred weakly next to him. Slowly her eyes opened and focused on the man kneeling beside her. As soon as she looked up, the Doctor put on a warm smile. "Hey. Hello."
The girl's eyes widened at the sight of him. "Doctor."
The Doctor smiled wider, trying to mask his mounting guilt. He leaned in close to her. "You helped my friends. Thank you."
The girl's breathing was laboured as she tried to hold back death for a few more moments. The Doctor wondered if she had even heard him. Despite her state, the girl's hazel eyes were full of awe, not fear. "I met you once, in the Gamma Forests." A strange look crossed the Doctor's face for a split second before it was again replaced with a gentle girl gave him a look of despair. "You don't remember me."
The Doctor fought to swallow a sob, but forced himself to keep smiling. "Hey. Of course I remember! I remember everyone."
A tear rolled down the girl's cheek and her head started to droop. The Doctor cupped his hands around her face, bringing her gaze back to him. He stroked her cheek with his thumb, wiping the tear away. "Hey. we ran, you and me."
A look of crippling disappointment crossed the girl's face as she started to fade. The Doctor's smile slipped away. "Didn't we run?" One last hot tear ran down her cheek as she closed her eyes and the life quietly left her.
The Doctor stared into her face, frozen to the spot. He lowered her head onto the ground, fighting back the waves of guilt and grief. The Doctor bowed his head, trying to hide the tear that streaked down his face. He turned around to face the woman standing solemnly behind him. "Who was she?" he asked quietly. The woman fought to keep her voice from shaking. "I don't know, but she was very brave."
The Doctor stared past her, unseeing. Of course she was, he thought. He looked down at the lifeless body of the unknown girl. "They're always brave." he stated. He stroked her, now cold, cheek. "They're always brave."