I own nothing.
"Just wait for me. You'll see me again, just you wait." He looked so sad when he said that. Lorna could tell the Doctor was trying to hide it behind a big grin and an almost grandfatherly twinkle in his eye, but the sadness seeped into his voice and devoured it. For a moment he almost looked as though he was going to cry.
Of course, Lorna will never understand what made him look at her like that after she told him her name and he popped back into his time machine. Sometimes, when she's lying against a tree trunk out of earshot of the settlement, Lorna thinks about that day and she frowns to remember the Doctor's odd melancholy. There was something foreboding about it, and she can't quite place what.
But, for the most part, when Lorna thinks about the Doctor, she just gets this dreamy smile on her face as she remembers.
She had been six years old and living on the dullest world anyone could name. The Gamma Forest was nice, to be sure—lovely place with trees so thick around that five grown men, their arms linked together could not cover the breadth of the trunk and trees so high that to peer up was to see them lost in a sea of woolen clouds. A lovely place with ferns and rivers and songs in the chimes and clean air, but so very, very dull. The place was too big and yet too small for the likes of Lorna Bucket, a girl with dreams.
Then came the Doctor.
Imagine it, a mighty warrior, come all the way to Gamma Forest, on some sort of secret mission. Lorna couldn't have been more excited if she tried to be, even as they were running from men shooting at them both. The Doctor was the only interesting thing that ever happened to the Gamma Forest, and Lorna couldn't wait until the day he came back into her life.
Over the years, Lorna dreamt dreams of a mighty warrior gallivanting off across the galaxy, having all sorts of weird and wonderful adventures. Sometimes, she would be in these dreams and sometimes she wouldn't be; it was always different.
And over the years, Lorna waited and waited but never heard a word from the Doctor, her Doctor. Sure, mighty warriors must have had tight schedules but couldn't he have just sneaked a visit to her once in a while?
The Gamma Forest wasn't getting any more exciting and every day Lorna felt more constricted, more suffocated. She made up her mind. She was going to go find a mighty warrior.
In order to become a cleric Lorna had to go through certain channels—the Gamma Forest was a neutral zone to the Church's recruitment after all—and in order to join she had to lie about her age. The Church respected each recruitment zone's age of majority and on the Gamma Forest nineteen was the age of majority, an age Lorna wouldn't be meeting for another two years. She looked older than she actually was—always had—and that helped, along with the fact that she had no family. It took some doing, but she was able to have her birth certificate modified.
Lorna wanted to see him again, despite what everyone was saying about him. If she was going to see the Doctor again it would be all she needs, even if he is some sort of scourge of the galaxy. She can't really bring herself to believe he's a dangerous lunatic like everyone said he was.
That's how she came to be here now, on a desolate asteroid with a hellish name, dying.
But at least the Doctor's here. And he remembers after all this time. That's enough.