All Alone Again
Disclaimer: I do not own Doctor Who or the song A Lonely September by the Plain White T's. The only thing mentioned in this fic that I own is a guitar.
The Doctor pulled out a battered old guitar from under the console, and started to strum and sing very quietly, so as not to wake up Martha, who was asleep a few rooms away.
He remembered watching films with Rose, talking to her, having adventures with her. He kept singing, a picture of her in his mind.
I'm sittin' here tryin' to convince myself
that you're not the one for me
But the more I think, the less I believe it
and the more I want you here with me
You know the holidays are coming up
I don't want to spend them alone
Memories of Christmas time with you
will just kill me if I'm on my own
He remembered the only Christmas he had ever spent with Rose, just after he'd regenerated. He wished he could have spent just one more Christmas with her, just one.
Well I didn't mean for this to go as far as it did
And I didn't mean to get so close and share what we did
And I didn't mean to fall in love, but I did
And you didn't mean to love me back
I know it's not the smartest thing to do
we just can't seem to get it right
But what I wouldn't give to have one more chance tonight
One more chance tonight
I'm sittin' here tryin' to entertain myself with this old guitar
But with all my inspiration gone it's not getting me very far
I look around my room and everything I see reminds me of you
Oh please, baby won't you take my hand
we've got nothing left to prove
Well I didn't mean for this to go as far as it did
And I didn't mean to get so close and share what we did
And I didn't mean to fall in love, but I did
And you didn't mean to love me back, but I know you did
A single tear ran down his face. He'd give up this life, just to be able to see her again. Why wasn't she there? He slowly slipped the guitar back under the console, and headed for his room.
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