Since The Doctor was gone, I thought I might as well get some work done. Though I didn't have much to get done.
I'd finished my homework within an hour and a half, and managed to tidy my entire flat before two o' clock. Sighing loudly, I slumped onto the couch. Maybe I could do the things I used to.
I pulled a box out from under my coffee table. Inside it was all of my Star Wars, Star Trek, Harry Potter, and Pirates of the Caribbean collection. These were the movies I've loved ever since I'd hit thirteen. Popping in 'The Philosopher's Stone,' I sat back enjoyed the movie. By the time ten-thirty rolled around, I was half-way through the first Star Wars DVD. I meant to close my eyes for just a second, but sleep was all to welcoming.
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The Doctor set his course for Delilah's flat. He made sure of himself that he was extra quiet when arriving. Stepping carefully out of the TARDIS, he looked around the dark living room. The television was blaring music as the Star Wars credits rolled by.
How cute, The Doctor thought to himself. He went over to sit on the couch, but was surprised that little blonde Delilah was curled up on it.
"My dear, why are you curled up on the couch?" he kneeled on the floor next to her.
"…Doc-tor…" she mumbled sleepily.
"That's right, it's me," he pushed back her tangled hair. Gently looping his arm around her legs and waist, he lifted her off the couch. It took a bit more effort than he thought it might. He carried her down the hall and into her bedroom. After he'd set her down, she began to sprawl out, but not without keeping a firm hold of him. Even in her current dreaming state, she'd managed to forcefully pull him into the bed with her.
"Oh my," he blushed. "Delilah, love, please let go of me." He tried pulling away again, but she just brought him closer.
His face was nuzzled into the crook of her neck and she wrapped her arms tighter around him. It seemed the more he struggled, the tighter her grip became.
"…Doctor," Delilah spoke softly.
"Yes?"
"D-don't forget…."
"Don't forget what?" he looked up at her, tears dripping from her closed eyes.
"…don't forget me….when you're gone." She pulled him into her, but this time it was more of a hug. The Doctor was touched by her tired plea.
"I promise I'll remember." As if he could possibly forget her. Ha.
He returned her embrace, and the feeling of her in his arms sent shockwaves of buried emotion barreling through him. He reveled in the moment, but was soon shot down by his memories. Only one thing came to mind when he held her petite frame: Rose. Everything about this setting felt wrong; he should be thankful for Delilah's compassion. But everything about her reminded him of Rose. Her blonde hair, hazel eyes, and bright smile. Even their personalities were somewhat alike.
Delilah's grip on him finally loosened up and he slipped away.
"I'm sorry," he shrugged, "I'm trying to work on coping with it. Maybe one day it won't be so hard."
He felt a little ridiculous speaking to her whilst she was asleep, but he knew there was a chance he could still hear him.
"Maybe one day, I can look at you and not feel so….overwhelmed." He covered Delilah with her heavy duvet, kissing her temple gingerly. "Till then, sweet Delilah."
She lightly mumbled her reply.
"Sleep well," he shut the door softly behind him.
