A/N: I also wrote a much longer oneshot in the same key involving phoenixes. Don't get me wrong; I love David Tennant. I'm as big of a 10/Rose fan as a 9/Rose fan. It's just... the whole adjusting-to-regeneration thing creates such brilliant angst.
It was a fairytale kiss. The leather-clad prince took his weakened sleeping beauty into his arms and, like magic, kissed everything out of her. It was full of golden light; soft and sweet and pure. For a moment, they could both believe in fairy tales.
But this wasn't how it was supposed to end. The prince, however afraid of domestic, was supposed to stay and make her Queen of the Universe. Even if that was impossible, he was most certainly not supposed to die. Or send a replacement.
How could her prince think that this jester could take his place?