Peter Pan
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Lake Silencio, Utah. 2011.
The doctor died.
He cut his hair and bought a new suit and went to see River.
His River. The River who knew what he knew.
River, who was just another endless Peter Pan waiting to happen.
Except she wasn't.
She died in a library saving his life.
She gave up forever, just for him. Twice.
And she stole forever from him. Twice.
First she died in a library.
And then she died in Berlin.
First she killed him in Berlin.
And now, her younger self was killing him at a lake side in Utah.
He was peter pan and now his story finally had an end.
The Tardis, like Tinkerbelle, took him anywhere and everywhere anytime at all.
All of his companions, his lost boys and his Wendys, had laughed and cried and gone.
Only River stayed.
She stayed until his end.
They had lifetimes together.
But she died the day he met her.
It was all so timey wimey.
He looked at her and she smiled at him.
He understood a bit of how she must have felt that day in the library.
The day he met her.
The day she died.
He killed her.
And now she was killing him.
For the last time he would die.
This was the last time he would ever see her.
But it wasn't her last time.
He had lived 900 long, lonely years without her.
And 200 even lonelier years trying to keep her.
Now finally.
With one last breath.
And one last regret.
The end.
A/N: A bit of a drabble.R&R if you please.
Thanks always,
King of rabbits.
Disclaimer: Yeah I do own doctor who...
In my dreams.