Disclaimer: I don't own Doctor Who. I aspire to and be like Steven Moffat, my writing hero.


How ironic it was. The Doctor's favourite expression had been 'allons-y', which is French for 'let's go'. But when it was finally time to go, he didn't want to.

'I can't die,' the Doctor thought hopelessly. 'There's so much I haven't done yet! I never managed to go to Felspoon! Or meet Charlie Chaplin!'

There was pain now. And he'd seen Rose Tyler for the last time, though it was the first time she was seeing him. He tried to get back to the TARDIS, but he collapsed to his knees. Ood Sigma appeared in the snow.

'We will sing to you, Doctor. The universe will sing you to your sleep. This song is ending. But the story never ends,' the Ood said.

The Doctor hobbled into his ship and feebly pressed the controls, managing to get himself off of Earth, at least. Then he limped from the console. He glanced at his hand and saw the glowing gold of regeneration energy. It was over then. Or very nearly.

Tears began to run down his cheeks as the rest of him glowed like his hands. He had changed his mind. He didn't like the phrase 'allons-y' at all. Going was terrible. He just wanted desperately to stay right here. So what he said next, he truly meant.

'I don't want to go!'


A/N: Oh, the feels! I was in the mood to write depressing stuff yesterday, which oddly enough is happy. I wrote this, most of the second chapter to 'Lost, But Not Alone', and a several paragraph long rant about various subjects. I got this story idea from a picture I saw on Tumblr because I'm a geek. Also, unrelated, Saturday was my birthday and I got a sonic screwdriver, a poster of the Doctor and Amy, a cat shaped mug, and a necklace. That is all. See you later, alligators!