A/N: This is the super short epilogue to A Life With You.
Enjoy!
As it is, nothing seems to last forever. He had been around a long time and that was something that couldn't be helped. He wasn't quite sure where he had come from or who he even was for that matter. Maybe he had fled his home world or maybe he had been exiled. He would never know for sure. As he laid his head down one final time, he thought about the entirety of his life. There were pieces still missing, some he hoped to find one day. But time had run out, there wouldn't be a future. The villagers had come to ask him about the planet they inhabited. They wanted to know why the waves were frozen like that and what caused it to pause in time like that. They wanted to know who he was and what the planet they were on was. He didn't have answers for them, not really. He hadn't been from this planet either and as far as he could remember only one thing had ever caught his eyes on the frozen wasteland. It had been another day of meaningless wandering when he had stumbled upon a group. There was a man holding a woman, another woman by their side, and a blue box a few feet back. They were all surrounding a small child whose pale face would forever be burned into his memory. The girl had been taken too soon. She looked like the picture of innocence with her brown hair surrounding her like a halo and her pale skin reflecting the state of lifelessness. What could have taken the life of such an innocent was beyond him. He could see the tears being shed by the blonde and the brunette. In his mind he could hear the desperate cry of a lifeform past possibility. They were all crying for the pale little angel. With his final minutes he told the villagers all he could about the planet they would call home. He told them about the temperature, the food sources, the ice, the suns, the nights, and the days. But most importantly, he told them about the pale little angel and the women who wept.
Her head was killing her, and in all possibility that was literal not metaphorical. She attempted to sit up with a groan but failed to get up. Her head felt heavy and her mind felt bogged down. Something was inside her mind with her but she didn't feel up to the task of pondering that. Her bones ached with each movement she took as she attempted to get up a second time. She righted herself before opening her eyes. There was no immediate light, thankfully. With another grunt of pain, she threw her feet over the stiff bed and was met with the sensation of cold metal.
"Um, hello? Mom? Dad?" Alena called into the darkness. The Master crept closer to her with a sinister smile.
"They're not here." He paused. "It almost didn't work you know, even I was doubting it would for a minute there. I decided to take your advice and stay a little more covert." He winked and his smile returned. "Sorry to disappoint."
A/N: No, the guy in the beginning was not anybody who is ever mentioned in Doctor Who or anybody mentioned in this fic either, he's just kind of a random add on that I thought would fit well into the story. Yes, there is a sequel to this story. It's called 'Sins of the Father'. It's not going to be posted for a while though. I'll begin posting for 'Shadows of Tomorrow' so see you then if you keep up with that story. Thanks for reading this story and I hope you enjoyed!