Summary: a few takes on a very important day. Tenth Doctor, Shareen, Jack, Martha, Rose (post Doomsday)

A/N: Excuses Excuses Excuses... that is all I have for ya folks... I can list of twenty or thirty reasons why I haven't updated anything... in forever... but I'm sure my classic rants would bore many of you... so I'll get on with it...


Part three: Sorrow of a lost boy.

She hasn't been the same, since she died. She spends her days looking out the window. Waiting. It kills me to think of telling her that he'll never come. I never end up doing it. I'm not that kind of man. But the sorrow in her eyes day in and out as she waits. It kills me too. I've never felt so dead and empty when I look into her eyes. There is no one there. Just a shell of a human. Her soul lost.

She must have loved him.

But sometimes she smiles. Whenever the wind blows and makes an odd echoing that rings of the TARDIS's legendary cry, she smiles , and I see it again. The youthful spark I used to love so much.

God how I miss her.

She grew up too fast for this world, for any world for that matter. She looks twenty but her eyes say forever. She has become, as she says... Timeless. Nothing matters but that window in her room... the one that looks onto Bad Wolf bay. We all moved here, to save her. I say it makes her just a little more happy, to wake up...and remember the definites of this world and the almosts of the other.

She could've had it all.

Instead she has us.

She turns to me and smiles sadly and pats the seat beside her. I take a few careful steps and gently take the seat. She leans into me and I wrap my arms around her. I let her cry. Rain begins to fall on our bitter sweet lives as tears begin to fall on my shoulder and my own in her hair. None of us would ever be the same.

Especially her.

Sometimes we forget to cry and we talk. Like old times, but different. Instead of talking about school and life... we talk about the wonders that our eyes have seen and the terrors that are still waiting to face us...and we talk about him. I don't care about that... I care about her.

She was the first person I ever loved.

She I kiss her head gently and hold her as she lets it all out. She can't live without him. He was her life. She feels stupid for crying. I tell her she isn't. I tell her that I cry for her each night. I pray for her, because I love her. She says that God can't be there...because if he were, he wouldn't have done this to her. I tell her that it doesn't matter, that what happens happens and that she shouldn't waste her life hanging on that one moment. To go on... because... the Doctor would want that.

I know he would.

She pushes me away and tells me I don't know what the Doctor would want. That I don't know him. I get up and walk away. I stop at the door, tears in my eye. I tell her that I may not know the Doctor, but I know the kinda of girl she is, and that any man who knew her...would want the exact same thing for her... to have a good life. I turn and leave she needs time... one day the storm will pass.

My name is Mickey Smith, and I love a woman who can never love me back and I'm fine with that.