This is a piece of fanfiction based on Dr. Who. This story takes place during the 9th Doctor's run. It's yet another story about the Doctor, love and the Time War. It includes many references to classic Dr. Who story lines.

Fantastic

He had never liked Gallifrey, not really. There had just never been that many good memories for him there. From his childhood spent alone, to his hair-razing years at school, to the brief and disastrous time he had spent on the counsel, before he had taken off running and never looked back. They had taken Jamie and Zoe's memories, saddled him with the key to time, banished him, taken him to trial twice and just all around tried to make his lives miserable. But all that had been before the War, before he had come home.

He had seen them die, over and over again, their society destroyed past all memory. He had regenerated once knowing only the War, only to fight, to kill, to die. In the end he had seen his world burn through the sky played over and over again in his mind until when he close his eyes it was the only thing he saw dancing on the back of his eyelids. He had drifted, wandered, and slowly so slowly he had forgotten what it was like to be loved, to be needed, to be alive, not to be alone. He had gone looking, looking for a girl with dark eyes and dark hair who had called him grandfather, desperately searching for a blond haired time lady with oh so sensible sensibilities only to find them gone. Not just moved on, no they were gone, all of them obliterated from space and time and the very reality of the universe without so much as a mark. Alone the voices in his head sang, alone, alone.

But time moves on and the universe changes, heals, renews. So finally, finally without meaning to, he had come to earth. There he had met a girl with blond hair and a smile that reminded him of something, something that had sheltered, sleeping, in the back of his mind, waiting for the War to end. And there in the middle of London, it had awakened, uncurled and spoke. Do you remember? it had whispered, do you remember the man you used to be? The joy and the wonder of it all, through their eyes, these humans who are your very favorite species in the universe. And he remembered, it all, all the years and the companions and the wonders and the things worth living for. Then he smiled reached out and found her hand, which she had held out willingly to him, her eyes laughing. And then they ran.