Based on the picture, which is from this post on Tumblr: kafaraqgatri tumblr com/post/39849697128 I do not have rights to this picture.
I do not own the Doctor, or anything related to Doctor Who. Set at some point between Angels Take Manhattan and Snowmen, so it's the Eleventh Doctor. Slight spoilers for Silence in the Library and Forest of the Dead.
Tea. Yes, he needed tea. He wandered to the TARDIS kitchen, and started the kettle before pulling a random cup from the cupboard. He set the cup on the counter before sliding to the fridge.
Fish fingers and custard.
Yes. Tea, fish fingers, and custard. That should do it. Help him feel better.
It had just happened, that moment he had been dreading for years. Centuries, even.
He had just given her his screwdriver. He had just said goodbye.
The kettle screamed as he started to heat the food. He absently poured the water into the cup, and dropped the teabag into the water. He leaned against the wall, and ran a hand through his hair.
It was possible that he would still see her again. Time travelers could run into each other at any point. That was besides the point, however. He knew what would happen next in her timeline.
He moved quickly and pulled the fish fingers out of the stove, and sat down at the table.
He looked sadly at his meal. Tea. Fish fingers. Custard. That was all he needed.
It took him too long to finish, and everything was cold by the time he was done. He looked into the last dredges of tea.
Brown. He felt brown. That was the only way he could think to describe it. Brown.
He tipped the cup back and gulped the cold liquid down.
His eyes latched into the bottom of the cup.
'hello sweetie'
He didn't know how long he stared at the words. He just kept hearing her voice over and over.
He finally put the cup back onto the table, and left the kitchen.
He had to get away. The universe didn't need him. Nobody needed him.
Yeah, I'm alive, updates for other stories are in the works, but life keeps getting in my way. And by life, I mean Tumblr.