A/N: There's a bit of "Love Don't Roam" in here. I don't own it, or Doctor Who.


He murmurs, "Hullo there, bright eyes,"
And kisses her good morning.
She smoldered gold in the night,
And he found universes in her eyes.

"If we traveled the speed of light,
Time would completely stop," he told her seriously,
His lips pressing against her skin
Like a bloom.
They both kept the truth locked within them:
They would come out of this in pieces
But he thought that perhaps he could rest
Beneath her smile for a time, and it would make them
Better.

And it would be worth it.

She wears her scars and thick black eyeliner
Like body armor,
But in the dark she unfolds for him
Like a paper flower.
He murmured softly into the crook of her neck,
"My girl, my girl, my precious girl.
Walk tall. Just promise me that.
When I'm gone, you've gotta walk tall."

They talk about paradoxes and gravity,
About relativity and quantum mechanics,
But it's always them. It's always been them.
They visit the particle accelerator in Luccerne,
And watch the infinitesimal specks crash together
Hard enough to (so they say)
Convert every atom in the whole world to
Something else.
(Strange matter echoes ominously within her)
Or create a black hole that could swallow the entire earth.
Or just burn into brilliant sparks and heat and energy and light.
"That's like us, yeah?"
She doesn't need to explain.
He nods.
"Yeah."

And when his heart is dark and furious
As the oncoming storm for which he was named,
She binds him tightly
And makes him remember who they are.

He counts the seconds as they slip through his fingers.
Her mother hates his guts.

Their feet dangle into the red-gold water out past the pier
As they sit eating ice-cream cones
(He is cinammon praline,
She is cherry-peach cobbler)
"No jimmies", he admonishes. "They are foul."
Then he cracks that smile of his and balances
A chocolate chip on the tip of his nose.
Her laughter dances through the air like sparks,
And catches in the fabric of the darkening sky,
Scorching it with pinpricks of light.
On the horizon, a seabird skims out into
The dying blaze of the sun,
And in a queer, simple way, she says,
"Look. There's Jesus."
He gave up on God a long time ago,
But he takes her hand anyway.

And although he's never had happy endings,
And she ended up on the other side of forever
With her hands empty and her heart in his teeth
(Oh, oceans and lifetimes apart;
It was the first time she saw him cry)
They've never bought into destiny.
So basically, they walk into the woods holding hands,
And that is their forever.