Author's note: This may be a bit all over the place. It's been literally years since I've written but I'm finding some inspiration again. Be gentle.

Summary: Taking place in 9x10, Face The Raven.

Disclaimer: I own nothing.


Let me brave, let me be brave, let me be brave...

Words that were on a never-ending loop in your brain. Bouncing back and forth and up and down and it's all you could manage to think of in the moment. Painfully ironic because you always had something to say, you babbled when you were nervous and any other time, too. This was on you, you wanted to do good. You wanted to be brave and since when was bravery ever a bad thing? Stupid, maybe, but not bad.

The road to hell is paved with good intentions.- An old proverb or something you'd heard once before. And here you stand in the middle of a street, your good intentions hanging heavy on you and you're certainly heading somewhere that has nothing to do with this life. This life you've come to love so, so much. Adventures to other worlds, while leaving your own life behind. Maybe it had become too much like running away. But you liked to think of your adventures as running to something, not as running from something. That's when you'd knew, you'd become too much like him.

I let you get reckless.- You were always reckless, so was the Doctor and maybe all he did was bring that recklessness out more but it's not as if he encouraged it. If he knew your plans from the beginning he wouldn't have let it happen. You wanted him to know that, more than anything, because he would absolutely blame himself. He's never good on his own.

Don't run, stay with me.- You might not be good on your own either you know it's meant to be. Everyone dies alone, don't they? It could be a cynical way of thinking but you are alone now and all you can see right now is the black bird flying toward you.

The call of the raven is deafening, or maybe it's your own screams. You don't know.

But you fall, and fall, and fall.