The Wild, The Free

by Slayergirl

The Doctor's thoughts at the end of "Rose", written in prose poem form. The title is taken from a poem of the same name by Byron. Companion piece to 'With Him'.

I loosed her bonds and set her free when I took her hand. She ran with me, with a joy and fear wild and fierce, threw back her head and stared death in the face, and triumphed.

Then she pushed it away, but in her eyes was that longing, that yearning for the wild life, the freedom, to fly amongst the stars, to taste everything the universe could offer. But something held her still, and she looked away in pain.

But when I asked again, the last bond snapped, and she ran to me, to my life, to freedom and danger, to the unknown, and I could see that joy burning fiercely in her eyes, and I knew that her heart had been opened, her heart and mind and soul, that she thirsted for life.

At that moment she grew into her beauty, and she became my companion, my pride and joy. She grew into herself, and found herself.

The wild, the free.