I wrote this imagining that the Doctor was 11, Matt Smith, so just if you were wondering, it's that one. Okay, you can read my story now. Enjoy.
Chapter One
'Don't,' Said Ebony, looking down at the floor. 'I… I don't want to say goodbye! Not now, not yet anyways, what about all the places you said you were going to take me? Back to ancient Rome, seeing the earth gets created! What about those things, Doctor! What about them…'
The Doctor just looked at Ebony with glistening, tear filled eyes. She still couldn't look at him, she didn't want him to see her cry but the tears that intermittently fell to the ground gave her away anyway.
'I can't…' The Doctor barely managed to get the words out, his voice thick with tears broke halfway through. 'Look at you Ebony! Look what I did to you! You're ninety per cent bandages and plaster, and how? Because of me. You could have died!'
'But I didn't doctor, you saved me. You always save me, we always survive, and I want to keep surviving with you! Please Doctor! Please don't go, you can't leave me!' A sense of desperation had entered Ebony's voice and there was wildness in her red, shining eyes.
The Doctor just looked at Ebony, tears streaming freely down his face now.
'I'm sorry… Ebony James, you were brilliant. I mean, really fantastic, the bravest of them all. I am so sorry for what I've done to you; you'll be better this way, safer. That's how it has to be, how it has to be for you. You have to be safe. I'll remember you Ebony James, always.' He bent down to kiss Ebony lightly on the lips; but she put her arms round his neck and hungrily kissed him, the Doctor giving in entirely to her letting himself be caught up in the passion. After a few minutes the Doctor pulled away reluctantly, a horrendous sadness in his eyes.
'I'm so sorry. Goodbye Ebony James.' At that moment the Doctor straightened up and turned around. He walked quickly away from her, tears coming thick and fast down his face now, body stiff and movements mechanical as if he had to strain himself to stop turning around and running back into the arms of the girl who was now screaming after him. He couldn't look back, not if he was going to do this. He couldn't go back to her; he couldn't put her through more of the danger. No. Not another one, he was not going to see another person die, another friend suffer. She would be his last, and as he reached the blue door that would separate him and the screaming girl behind him forever, he didn't look back.
