Goodbyes - Prologue
"The sun is breaking in your eyes, to start a new day. This broken heart can still survive, with a touch of your grace. Shadows fade into the light; I am by your side, where love will find you…"
~What About Now, Westlife
Characters/Pairings: 11/Amy
Author's note: Just a sort of spur of the moment chapter from the Eleventh Doctor's point of view. Set somewhere during series five and will include my own interpretation of the seriously EPIC kiss between the Doctor and Amy ^_^ This story was inspired by the brilliant wallACEwho who wrote the amazing Sparks in the Air :D
Hope you enjoy!
Disclaimer: No copyright infringement intended.
Goodbyes are never easy but they always come. Eventually. One trip he'd promised her. One amazing trip that had turned into four. Although he certainly wasn't complaining; it had been a short relief from the constant loneliness of being a Timelord, and he enjoyed her company. Very much so. She was brave, smart, funny and feisty too; he'd received quite a few slaps during the short time they'd spent together. He touched his cheek, letting it linger there for no longer than a second before he returned to hitting various areas of the console with his trusty mallet.
There was a flash of movement in the shadows and he instinctively raised his gaze, his green eyed stare meeting with the hazel one of another. Red hoody. Blue converse. He smiled, his companion's choice of shoe style instantly reminding him of his former self. He winced as the memories he'd tried so hard to forget came rushing back… Rose… Martha… Donna… Jack… Mickey… River Song… Madame de Pompadour… Another name was about to be added to the list and it pained him to think about it. So many people he'd lost and this time, he was asking her to leave.
He felt something brush against his elbow; she was there, beside him, her red hair reflecting like fire in his emerald gaze; a fire that was soon to be extinguished; a fire that was soon to be just a mere memory. She looked up at him, the smallest of a smile upon her lips. All he could do was smile back; a feeble reassurance in the bleakness of the situation.
"Anyway," he said, blinking and turning away from her as he desperately tried to keep his composure. One more button, one more lever, one more thwack. The gentle hum of the TARDIS accompanied his thoughts, lulling him into a silent reverie.
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