Disclaimer: Doctor Who isn't mine. If it was things would be quite different. The BBC owns all and I bow before them.
Written for timepetalsprompts on tumblr and their weekly prompt, "irregular orbit."
First person POV which is not my preference but it's how I envisioned this as I rewatched The Satan Pit. Writing it in the third person just didn't work...
So here I stand, on a planet in an irregular orbit around a black hole. I've just been told the Doctor is dead like I'm supposed to accept that. These are good people, I know that. But they do not really know me. Or even the Doctor. He can't be dead. I'd know if he was, and he isn't. I can feel it, that conviction.
We are the Doctor and Rose Tyler and I will see him again. Daleks. A werewolf. Cybermen. The Wire. Satan. Nothing can separate us. Not as long as I have anything to say about it.