Warning: Major character death
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Notes: This bit me in a boring staff meeting. I hope that it doesn't bore anyone.
I'm not sure of the title, but it seems OK for now
Requiem
"What was her name?" She knew she needed to keep him talking.
"Rose"
"How long did she travel with you?"
"Not long enough," he said under a ragged breath. Then, for her benefit a little louder, "Just less than two years."
"She meant a lot to you."
"She was my universe."
"How did she die?"
"She didn't. She was transported into a parallel universe, though by now I guess she has died."
"How long has it been since you have seen her?"
"Five hundred years, one third of my life. As much as I love you, I still miss her. I'm sorry." A painful series of coughs racked his battered body. She tenderly wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth as he took a tentative breath.
"Did you even try to find her?"
"I looked for a hundred years to get back through the dimensions. Spent a lot of time in Cardiff. Spent a lot of time with your grandfather. He was a friend when all I felt was alone."
"You never saw her again?"
"I managed to say goodbye but, no, I never saw her again. I hope she had a fantastic life." He took another painful breath. "When you see Jack, tell him the TARDIS is his. He'll know what to do with an ancient Type 40 TARDIS."
"I'm sure that Grandfather will be happy to see you again; you can tell him yourself."
"Marion, I'm dying; no regenerations left. I won't even make it to Cardiff."
Keep him talking, she thought, just keep him talking. "I remember all of Grandfather's stories. World War II, Japan, Raxacorocofalapatorius, the game station. He had one for all occasions. I felt that I knew you before I met you.
"Jack was always good at telling stories." A thin, painful smile crossed the Doctor's face.
"I'm sorry."
"For what?" His voice was getting weaker by the minute. "Don't be. I've lived a good, long life. Helped a lot of people; saved a lot of races. Just managed to save one more. It is a good death. Tell Jack that I loved him, OK?"
"What will I do without you? I love you, Theta."
"I love you, too, Marion. Tell out baby about us and the Time Lords. Have a good life, my dear, for me, have a fantastic life."
With one last exhalation, two hearts stopped. The last of the Time Lords was dead.
Tears ran down his bonded one's face, a baby stirred in her womb; maybe he wasn't the last of the Time Lords after all.
The TARDIS' lights dimmed as if in mourning and the time rotor set course for Cardiff, 2505.
Meanwhile, a tall, brown-haired man in a brown pinstriped suit took the hand of a young peroxide blonde woman and they ran together through a field of applegrass.