This is a AU drabble that could take place between "Runaway Bride" and "Smith and Jones". I've had this picture running through my head and it wouldn't stop until I got it down on paper. I'd thought it make a good drabble, so here it is. A drabble is a 100 word story, no more, no less. I hope you enjoy this.
Disclaimer: I don't Doctor Who. Heck it started before I was born! Please don't sue.
Remembrance has its Thorns
He stood in remembrance. Now was his time of mourning. His wings arched gracefully across the control room. The feathers ranged from ash white to coal gray in evidence of committed crimes and murder.
Yet, the aura was kindness and compassion. He held a single flower, its thorn drawing blood the same color as its petals from a finger. A tear fell, t'was unnoticed.
He'd never see her again. That was an impossibility he'd never overcome. His hand clenched around the flower, it drew more deep red blood; both that and the pain went unheeded. He sighed one word,
"Rose."
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And don't ask me for a second chap, as you won't get one.
