Not Real
Disclaimer: All right of Doctor Who belongs to BBC.
A/N: Hi. This was just a drabble that popped into my mind just today. Anyway, this is dedicated to a guy that I never got the chance to know and will never get to now. As well as to those who did know and love him.
The burnt orange skies were his first clue that this was all a dream. Burnt orange skies that no longer exist in this universe. His next clue was a familiar blonde figure standing a distance away from him, she was facing against the direction of the wind, her curly hair being blown away from her face. With aching hearts, he walked towards her but found himself stopping just a few metres away to simply look at her. Even after so many centuries without her he could still pick up the differences immediately; differences that led to one conclusion.
"Bad Wolf." He whispered softly under his breath.
She turned around and smiled gently at him. His felt his breath get caught in his throat. Even though he knows that this is not her, that this isn't the cheeky tongue-in-teeth smile that he loved so much, he still could not help thinking that she was breathtakingly beautiful.
"Oh, you clever boy."
"Grandpa back then may not have known but I would recognise you anywhere." He said and gently swept her hair away from her face and tugged it behind her ear. "I could never forget this face even if I tried."
"She was the perfect form to take at that time."
"Yes, she would have been." He replied distantly as he recalled his precious girl standing gloriously in front of the TARDIS, bathed in the golden light of the Vortex.
Everything must come to dust. All things. Everything dies. The Time War ends.
He shook his head slightly to snap himself out of that memory. "But you're not real, you're not here." He lowered his voice to a weak whisper. "You're just gone."
She took a step forward and hugged him. "I'm here now." She said, her accent changing slightly to a Cockney one. He felt his hearts stopped for a moment.
"Oh, my precious girl." He returned the embrace tightly.
They always leave in the end and it hurts. It always hurts him too much.
End