Waiting
A/N: My first Dr. Who fic, and it's a drabble. :) I'll probably turn this into a series of drabbles, and you probably won't actually see the Doctor in any of them. It's more interesting that way, don't you think?
Obviously this takes place during Big Bang, and it's from Rory's POV.
Disclaimers: I own nothing, so don't bother suing me.
Nightblindness can't see your bright eyes,
Or what the time is:
Twenty five past eternity.
-David Gray, "Nightblindness"
The boy who waited. That's what the Doctor would call him, though he would never hear it said.
The boy who waited. And he was, wasn't he? What other option was left for a plastic man? He had died, been erased from history, and somehow he'd come back.
To her.
For her.
He would wait for her. He would wait two thousand years. He would wait forever.
He sat in front of that stupid, ugly box, sword braced across his thighs, and he waited. He couldn't sleep. He didn't eat. He watched, he kept her safe, and it was enough.