This is very different to what I normally write but Wilf is one of my all time favourite DW characters and reminded me much of my Grandad which is where sadly I got the inspiration from with this story, especially Donna's part in this.

I wrote the story in different tenses because I just felt I needed to, I'm not sure why. And also I dont like to think of death as blackness, i'd prefer it to be like sleeping and you get to just dream forever because dreams are your version of heaven I suppose. Anyway on with the story, pretty angsty I must say, let me know if you cry;-)

Disclaimer: I dont own the people at all:(


Lying in my bed, an old cowardly man. Old, frail and dying. My skins yellow and I know my times near. Donna's head's resting on the side of my bed, her young pale hand stroking my aged spotted one in her peaceful sleep, with heavy snores that help soothe my burning heart.

Na' I daren't wake'er up, poor darlin' had but no sleep these past weeks…

Nightmares she says! I tell'ya' nightmares! But no I say they're wonderful dreams, her dreams of this man in pinned stripe suit travelling in his blue box. I can't ever tell her of her adventures though, doctors orders. Her doctor…My doctor. I'd never forget him and the wonderful things he did for my girl. I still sat on that hill every night waiting for him to come back but he never did show. I feel my heart clench strongly and my throat choke up.

'Goodnight Doctor' I whisper before I succumb to my eternal sleep, tears freely sailing down my wrinkled cheekbones.

-DWDW-

'Gramps…Gramps no…Oi wake up!…Gramps…'

He never did wake up, no matter how much I begged the heavens he still slept. My gramps was my gramps, ever smiling as he told me about the stars, told me about the amazing things he dreamed, silly old rubbish really but still so amazing and it reminded me of someone really, someone I knew but didn't know at all. I always had that feeling, something was always missing at the end of the day.

The next few weeks Steve was a blessing to me, I couldn't work my body at all, I was stone. He'd run me a bath and set out clean pyjamas for me, stroke my hair as I sobbed, times like them were I'm happy to have someone really. He arranged the funeral as well, bloody funeral… Can't believe he's actually gone you know, you always have that feeling that your grandparents are always goin' be around don't you, never let yourself think that one day they wont be and when they are gone…its like you don't want to believe that you wont hear them again or see their smile and there'll always be an empty space at the dinner table, a chair that's never occupied. You never speak about it and you never sit in the chair yourself because…well you just don't.

-DWDW-

Fifty to sixty people were gathered in the small church where Donna had married, here now though for a different occasion. Solemnly at the back stepped in a tall ginger girl grasping tightly the hand of an average sized male with a predominant nose, both looked slightly out of place and didn't seem mournful that much. However next to them stood a quizzical upright man wearing a bowtie, his eyes were filled with a sorrowful expression and his lip trembled daring to let out a strangled sob but he knew to keep quiet as the older ginger woman in the room was a ticking time bomb and although his face had changed she'd know. She'd just know.

A silent tear journeyed down his nose as the ceremony came to a finish, quickly he grabbed both of his companions by the shoulders a dragged them from the heavy room.

'Goodnight Wilf' he whispered as he left.

And outside the church, with a quiet hum in respect of the occasion the TARDIS evaporated.


So...pretty depressing really. Reviews are appreciated though...thanks:-)