A/N: I don't own Doctor Who.

Chapter Fourteen

"Here?"

"No, there - left a bit, there."

"Ok?"

"No, hang on - "

The Doctor sighed, his arms were getting tired.

"Left a little bit."

He inched slightly to the left.

"Stop! Right a little. There - perfect."

He whipped out his sonic screwdriver before Ella could change her mind. They'd been at it for what felt like hours and this was where the picture was going to hang and that was the end of it. He attached it to the wall and stepped down from the chair he'd been balancing on, standing back to admire his handiwork.

The large poster sized picture in it's thick black frame was of Martha's wedding day. She stood in the middle, impossibly beautiful in her dress, with one of Tom's arms around her waist. To the left Donna was standing laughing at whatever Jack had just whispered in her ear, Jack for his part was smiling wickedly. To the right Ella was standing with the Doctor, she smiling softly, teeth just showing, he looking inscrutable but just about smiling with one corner of his mouth, her hand was holding onto his where it rested around her waist.

"Perfect." Ella said again, remembering the day. The Doctor nodded, that same inscrutable look back on his face. She glanced away from the picture and to him for a moment, before giving the picture another look. "Right, cup of tea?"

He nodded again and turned from the picture, taking her hand as they walked towards the kitchen.

He still wasn't sure about having a picture that showed four of his companions, past and present, up on the wall. It seemed - he wasn't sure, there were clearly domestic undertones to it but it wasn't that. It was the constant reminder of the people he loved, who had spent time with him and at the moment that was fine, he still saw a lot of them, knew they were happy and full of life. But he dreaded the day when even the sight of the door behind which the picture lived would be enough to bring tears to his eyes. He didn't ever want to reach the dreaded moment of maybe having to take the picture down because it hurt too much to look at the smiling happy people who were all gone.

He took a deep shuddering breath and watched Ella fill and flick on the kettle. To think like that would get him no where. He needed to live in the present a little more, well not exactly, he was a time traveller. Perhaps he should resolve to live in Ella's present, she was alive enough for both of them.

A/N: THE END! I really hope you enjoyed this story - please review to let me know what you think.

I'm in the middle of writing another story featuring the Doctor and Ella - so look out for that.

Thanks ever so for reading xxxx