A Hand to Hold

Rating: K

Warnings: Spoilers for "Let's Kill Hitler" (06x08)

Summary: She watched her Time Lord writhe in pain and she wished that she could touch his face and ease his pain.

She could feel his pain and she could feel the poison surging through his system and she could feel his helplessness and her helplessness and it stung. Now more than ever she missed the body that she had used for that short wonderful time. She wanted to be alive, to be able to hold him, to be able help him. She wanted to heal her oldest and best friend, the half mad Time Lord that she had stolen and who had stolen her.

So when he stumbled through her door and asked, begged, pleaded for a voice interface she reacted without thinking and projected an image of himself, but he immediately protested and so she searched through her data banks and quickly chose her pink and yellow one: the Bad Wolf and the Valiant Child. But that didn't bring out the reaction that she had been hoping for. She felt the image take his breath away and she felt the prick of longing and loss that he felt. She brought out the Brave Solider and the DoctorDonna in quick succession. Finally, with his guilt and longing loud in her ears, she sorted to the bottom of her data banks and found the fragments of data necessary to create a hologram of a young Orangey one. He relaxed slightly, at least until another spasm of pain hit him, but she wished with all her might that she could make it nicer, more human, more like the real Orange one who had greeted her mad man when he had climbed out of his magic box in her back garden. Because, as she starred at her beloved Oncoming Storm, the man that had half an hour left to live, she knew that now more than ever he needed a hand to hold.

A/N: Hello. I have nothing of substance to say here. Just the basic "I can't freaking wait for the Christmas special" and "Why does everything take so long?"

Enjoy, review, whatever.

Lots of love,

Dora