He sat and stared blankly looking at the wall across from him; his eyes unfocused scanned the photos hanging there. He let his mind wander just as his eyes did, photos from long ago making memories flash in his mind's eye like a film moving from one frame to the next. A particular one caught his eye and held it, one when they had just recently started traveling together; it was a stolen moment, neither of them looking at the camera, but still both smiling and both happy. He'd been a different man then, quite literally, fond of leather jackets and short hair. She looked young, so young back then and innocent. She'd been good for his soul, he mused with a smile.
Next came the one they'd posed for, him to show off that she cared more about him than any of her others he'd so graciously let her bring along. It was a simple photo, her at his side, standing right beside him like she always should be. Neither smiled for this photo was a warning for the person taking it, nothing to be kept but somehow she'd managed to hang on to it, and someday he'd ask her just how she'd done it, but today was not that day.
His eyes were then drawn to one of them just smiling for the camera, one if he remembered correctly, that her mum had taken. It was the last picture before the worst day of her -and his, though he'd never admit it out loud- life. The time just before they'd been forced to say goodbye. Before the memories overwhelmed him, he had to physically shake himself out of the path his mind was wondering down and instead focused on the very first photo of their new lives, together again at last.
This photo, and the ones after it always brought a smile to his face. The particular one was when he'd first arrived into that different place, just outside the manor, there he was, his arms slung protectively around her and her dad right at her side welcoming them both back home. Then came the ones on the table in front of him, it still surprised him how much attention they got now considering her family name and who she was now. Magazine clippings and headlines from tabloids cluttered the table, waiting for her to put them in an album with the love and care she gave everything.
He bent to pick up her favorite photo off the end table she'd had framed, even if it was a bit blurry. She'd loved it because it was the most natural and unguarded one of them taken that day. It was during the celebration and they were both happy. He imagined he could feel their joy even now coming from the captured moment, immortalized in a frame.
Last came his favorite, simply because it showed the happiest moment in his-thus far long and dark- life. He'd seen more than any man-or otherwise-could see of life and he was sure he'd never seen anything as beautiful as the sight of his wife in her white gown. The sight of the two of them just like that was burnt forever into his mind and no longer how much he lived he knew it would stay with him until the end of days. His eyes fell to the caption she'd scrawled underneath it and couldn't help a joyful laugh every time. "Our Moment in Time" it read and wasn't it-.
"Doctor!" her panicked scream echoed the silent flat, her voice pained.
He bolted upright running down the short hall to their bedroom, panic echoing her's in his heart. "Rose?" he gasped, eyes searching her out. She stood, his Rose, just inside the doorway clutching her very swollen belly and breathlessly said, "It's time."
Author's Note: This is a one shot based on a picture that can be found online. It is just a fun little thing I felt had to be written. Please Review Review Review.
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