A/N: Just a teensy drabble, I got bored whilst writing my dissertation. Let me know what you think!
Once upon a time, a lonely little girl on planet Earth spent her days dreaming of the stars. One night, as she sat in her garden gazing up at the moon, a strange blue box appeared out of thin air and a tall, lanky man stepped out of it. His hair stuck up at odd angles, and his pinstriped suit was messy, as if he'd been in a rush when he out it on.
The girl realised that this odd man was a ticket to her dreams, and asked him to take her away. And so he did. He took her into his strange blue box and flew her far away from her home. Every year he would come for her, and just for one night, he would take her away from the mundanity of her life. He showed her distant planets and bright, new worlds. He showed her the past, the future and everything in between. He made her dreams of seeing the stars more than reality.
But the lonely little girl grew up. One night, the man in the blue box found her sat on the same garden bench he'd found her that first time. She looked so sad.
"What's wrong?" he asked. The girl sighed.
"A man asked me to marry him today."
"What was your answer?"
"I said no."
"Why?" At this, the girl turned to look at him, her eyes full of sadness.
"Because I'm in love with the most wonderful and unbelievable man in existence, and nothing, no one, can compare to him and the things he's shown me." She knew the risk of telling him this, but it had to be said.
The man in the blue box gazed steadily into her eyes, and his own mirrored her fear and anguish as he stood. He cupped her cheek in his hand, and carefully kissed her forehead, before returning to the now familiar blue box. The door closed and the box vanished with it's now familiar sound echoing in the silence of the night. The girl knew she would never see him again.
Years passed. Eventually she married, and had children, and grandchildren. To them she told stories of a strange man in a blue box, and she called him The Doctor. The tales were fantastical, impossible, and always marvellous. Her stories made them all dream of the stars.
One night, when she was a very old lady, the lonely little girl sat on her favourite garden bench in the same garden she'd played in as a child and watched the stars. A once familiar sound broke the silence of the night, and the strange blue box appeared in the same place it always had years before. It had been nearly sixty years since she had seen her strange, time travelling man, but when he stepped out of his machine, he looked no different than the last time she saw him.
His smile was sad as he looked at her. She smiled in return.
"You're late," she chided.
"Never." He stepped towards her, cupped her cheek in his hand and tenderly missed her forehead.
"One last adventure, my love." His words thrilled her, as they always had. She rose willingly, her old bones creaking in the cold night air. He took her hand, and the stars held her in their embrace, a million lights gleaming around her as her eyes closed for the final time.
One final adventure, the greatest adventure. She knew her love could not follow her, not yet. But someday. Someday he would. And then they would travel the stars together. Forever.