A/N: Hello again!

To Sayainprincess1511: Did you read these out of order, or did the system just file your reviews out of order? Also, *whispering* I don't understand the question. Why would the Doctor get on the next shuttle that lands near the MM if what I was trying to imply happened, which was that they stopped the tours? But also, I sort of grossly misunderstood what actually *happened* when they fixed the situation. The Doctor tells them to move the palace entirely, they don't just stop the tours. So. That's a thing. But the outcome would've been the same, minus the fact that Donna probably would've been upset that her spacation was interrupted because they would've evacuated guests and refunded their trips to move said palace, so Anna would've convinced him to head to a different spa, and that's where the conversation at the end of the chapter would've taken place. So let's just say that's what happened because I'm not heading back to fix it.

I still don't own Doctor Who.

Chapter Twenty Nine: The Wizard of Kessell 24

"You said that you couldn't feel me, before."

She'd calmed down enough that she was staring blankly at the sheet in front of her, even as the Doctor gently pushed her hair out of her face.

"Does that mean at all?"

She shrugged. "Guess so," she said, quietly.

"So you can't feel the connection, anymore," he said, and she raised her eyebrows, feeling alarm flare through her before it died as suddenly as it had come-

Screaming. Screaming, there was screaming, somewhere-

"Can you?" she asked, listlessly staring at the pillow.

Instead of answering, he did what the Doctor did. He misdirected.

No, that wasn't screaming. That was… that was something else, that was a ringing in her ears. She couldn't hear past the ringing in her ears.

"Will it come back? The connection? And why doesn't it hurt, now that I can't feel it?"

She stared at the sheet. "Do you want me to be honest with you?" she asked him.

He gently grasped her chin in his hand, bringing her face up to meet his. "Always," he promised.

Her lungs were full, they were too full, she had to cough, she had to-

"I didn't even think about the connection when I did this," she told him. "It wasn't even a thought in my mind."

Pain erupted-

She didn't even have the wherewithal to scream as pain erupted in her body, nor did she have the air. She continued to cough, unable to move, unable to scream, unable to even breathe.

-in his eyes, though he tried to tone it down when he asked his next question. "Why?" he asked. "Why wasn't it even a thought in your mind?"

"Because I couldn't think about it. Because the thought of being that connected to a person terrifies me to the point that I'd rather run than stay."

When she finally was able to draw in a breath, she sobbed before she looked around. She was under a pile of what appeared to be rubble. It was dust. Dust was what had filled her lungs. Something had collapsed on top of her.

"But you know that's not true," the Doctor said, quietly. "Because you're still here, with me. You proved to everyone that you'd rather stay than run."

She bit her lip, searching his eyes. "Only for you," she said, quietly, admitting it like she was admitting some terrible secret.

He matched up their foreheads, pushing his against hers, and they both closed their eyes.

"The feeling is very mutual," he told her, quietly. "I love you, Anna Monroe."

Despite the fact that she couldn't feel him, she'd never felt closer with anyone in her life.

She smiled. "I love you too-"

She drew a breath in and she screamed.

"Doctor!"

She couldn't remember. She couldn't remember how she'd gotten under this rubble, she couldn't remember, she couldn't, she didn't, why was it so dark, where was she, what was happening, oh goodness where was he where was Donna, Donna-

"No, but you have to pair a spacation with a shopping trip. It's-it's an Earth law," Donna lied. They'd gotten back from their spa trip, all of them looking a thousand times more refreshed, even though they still hadn't discussed the proverbial axe hanging over their heads.

"Is it, now?" the Doctor asked.

"Oh, totally," Donna continued. "Definitely. Don't pair a spacation with shopping, it's punishable with a fine of up to a thousand pounds."

"Well," he drew out the word, looking like he was considering it. "It's a good thing we're not on Earth, then, isn't it?"

"Doctor," Donna started, at a whine, but Anna quickly cut in.

"I could do for a shopping trip," she said.

"Stupid," she whispered, as the memory came in. Stupid, why had she wanted to come shopping? Why? Why-

"Oh, not you two," the Doctor whined, looking back at Anna to see the look on her face.

Oh, she realized. That's why she had wanted to come shopping.

Both of them knew just how much they actually wanted to discuss this, the thought that- but, she couldn't think on it further and apparently, neither could the Doctor.

"Right, then, shopping! I know a mall on Kessell 24 perfect for all of our shopping needs. Besides which, wouldn't want to be fined an imaginary thousand pounds, would we?"

"Oi, I'll have you know-"

"Yes?"

"Oh, button it and take us shopping already!"

"Stupid," she whispered, regret covering her whole body as well as the pain.

It was a blur after that. The Doctor had been uneasy stepping out of the Tardis, but he hadn't been able to pinpoint why. There'd been an explosion, but where had the Doctor been?

"Doctor!" she called out, again, for good measure, coughing before she groaned.

"I need a new pair of trainers," Donna said.

"What's wrong with the ones you have? They look nice enough."

"They're already wearing down!" Donna accused, showing Anna and the Doctor her heel.

Had the Doctor been standing near her, or had he gone off with Donna to purchase shoes? She imagined it, then, the Doctor-

But that was Leather Jacket and big ears, that wasn't-

"Doctor!" she screamed out again, though this time, her energy was spent after she'd done so. She lay sobbing underneath her pile of rubble, grateful and terrified that she probably couldn't feel as much pain as she should.

"Anna!"

She stopped, every muscle in her pain and aching filled body freezing at the sound of his voice. Had it been a memory or had it actually been him?

"Anna, can you hear me? Anna! Call out to me if you can hear me!"

"Doctor?" she called out again, but this time, it was weaker. The adrenaline of remembrance-

The explosion. The explosion, it had been so close to her, she'd been standing so near it-

And the Doctor had been thrown away in the blast.

"Doctor!" she called out again, though it came out more in a sob. Please, she thought, please don't let it be a memory. Please let that be the actual him.

"Anna, keep calling out to me, I'm almost to you, I can hear you, just keep talking!"

"Doctor, please, please, I need you, Doctor!"

She heard rubble moving and she looked over to see a dark figure moving towards her. She barely shook her head, biting her lip before she realized she could taste blood in her mouth.

"Doctor?" she asked, in the quietest voice she'd ever heard herself use.

"I'm here, Anna, I'm here, I'm right here," he said, and she sagged in relief.

"Doctor," she whispered.

"Yeah, Anna, it's me," he told her. "Can you look at me, Anna?"

She frowned, searching the darkness. "Not everyone is a time lord and can see through the dark, you utter twat, what happened?"

"The…" he started, before she saw him shifting in the darkness. "Right, stupid twatish me," he said. "That's fine, can you tell me where it hurts?"

"Um, every- where's Donna?" she asked, alarm ringing true in her voice, before she cried out in pain at the fact that she'd barely moved.

"Donna? Donna is- Donna?" the Doctor called out, turning away.

She frowned, realizing, suddenly. "Why don't you sound like you?" she asked him, in that same small voice. The pain was starting to dull, becoming a dull thud instead of a sharp stab into her, well, everything.

"How'd you mean?"

"You sound… like… him, you don't sound like… you don't sound like him," she whispered.

She felt him grab her face in his hands. "Anna, do you trust me?"

"Yes," she said, without a trace of hesitance.

"Good," he said. "Good, then the only thing that I want you to focus on is staying awake, all right? Tell me a story, you're good at that, eh? Why don't you tell me about your favorite Christmas?"

She sucked in a pain filled breath. "It was-it was that Christmas, the one where-where we went to the Retail Christmas Nightmare, do you remember? The one where nobody could-could find their kids and you were all grumpy because there were decorations everywhere but secretly you were so ple-AH!" She screamed out when he moved a piece of rubble off of her without warning.

"I know, I know, I'm sorry, hang about, this'll hurt too, I'm taking you back to the Tardis."

"Shouldn't- shouldn't move me," she said, past the liquid suddenly filling her mouth.

"I don't move you and you won't survive another hour," he told her.

"Won't survive another-another minu…"

She felt herself fading to a cool darkness, then, thoughts of Donna's whereabouts sitting in the back of her mind.

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Donna was dazed. Before the explosion, she'd exited out the back way, curious to explore the new world, even if the Doctor and Anna had refused to enter the shoe store, wanting to locate the nearest bookstore instead. She'd been standing in the equivalent of a parking lot when the blast had hit, and she was currently sitting on the grass, staring at it, covered in what she was sure was dirt and debris. There was an emergency responder (or what she thought was an emergency responder that had kneeled down next to her) about a minute prior, currently checking for injuries.

"Sir, sir, you need to-"

"Donna!"

Her head snapped up and she looked up to see that a man was coming towards her. It had to be the Doctor. He was covered in dirt from head to toe, though there was a cut that was bleeding profusely on his head, as well as some other injuries bleeding. He fell down in front of Donna, quickly pulling her in for a hug.

"I'm okay, I'm okay, I'm all right."

She frowned when she realized that the Doctor was shaking with sobs. "I can't-I can't find her, Donna, I can't find Anna."

He drew back from her to search her eyes. It was in this moment that she realized he was frantic.

"I've searched for her for hours, I've picked through the rubble, I can't find her, I thought she was with you, I can't find her, Donna, what if she's-"

Donna still didn't totally understand what it was that Anna was, but from the way he talked about her, she couldn't die. Even if she was somehow more vulnerable now (which, to be honest, Donna didn't understand, either).

"Okay, okay, Spaceman, it's okay, it's okay, we can deal with this-"

"How can you say that? How can you say that it's okay, I can't find her," he said.

He had to be concussed, or the time lord equivalent of it, anyway. That paired with the fact that he loved Anna more than anything and that had probably put him into this state (especially considering she was sure it hadn't been more than a a half hour since the whole building had collapsed right in front of her).

"The Tardis can," she gently reminded him (more like assumed because that ship was miraculous and, honestly, why wouldn't it be able to?). His head shot up to look at her, and that was her indication that she was on the right track. "Right? I'm sure the Tardis has some kind of tracker thing that can locate her-"

"You're-you're right, I've to-I've to get back to the Tardis-"

He had to have been concussed because, when he stood, he crumpled like a ragdoll to the grass below.

"Doctor!" she called out, alarmed.

The first responder got on his radio and she immediately tried to shake him awake, wondering, in the back of her mind, where in the hell Anna was.

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Anna felt a coolness spreading through her.

"… we are, hello again," she heard a familiar voice say.

When she opened her eyes, she realized that she hadn't. Darkness crowded her vision and she blinked before she blinked again.

"I can't see," she said, quietly. "Why can't I-"

"No, no, it's okay, that'll be the bandages," he told her, quietly. "Here, just…" he helped her to gently feel the bandages on her eyes before he placed her hand back to the table below. "Your eyes were injured in the accident. Used a healing tonic of my own making, but wanted to be on the safe side. You probably shouldn't try to remove the bandages for twenty four hours."

She took a beat before she spoke. "Why're you Bowtie?" she asked him.

"Bowtie?" he asked. "Oh, is that what you call this me?" he realized. "Ooh, that's quite a cool nickname. I very much approve."

"I don't- I don't-" she tried to scramble through her memories, trying to remember.

"No, no, Anna, sh… Relax… In the state that you're currently in, your brain is acting as a normal traumatized human brain would. What would you recommend to a person in your situation?"

She bit her lip before she spoke. "Okay, but I am in my situation," she told him, quietly. "And that makes it harder-"

"But not impossible. Just take a deep breath and think. What would you say to a person who was recovering from a trauma?"

She sucked in a breath before she let it out, realizing that her face felt wet. She ignored this in favor of speaking.

"Take it slow, I'd tell them. Don't try to remember anything, just- why is my face wet?" she asked, upset.

"Sh, sh, you're probably just crying, it's a good sign, it means that the healing tonic is working, just relax, breathe. Take a deep breath. Don't think, just tell me the last thing you remember."

"Midnight," she answered him, before her eyebrows raised. "Midnight, my time insensitivity, the whole… the whole…" she let out a frustrated breath.

"Okay, good, good," he quickly told her. "Good, now, I've got you hooked up to an IV, to administer fluids and the like."

"What's that got to do with anything?"

"I've also healed the rest of your injuries, of which there were an extensive amount. Trust you to be on a shopping trip, and-"

Pain etched into his voice, but with it came the memory of what she'd temporarily remembered.

"The shopping trip," she said. "We were shopping, Donna- Doctor! Are they- are you, is he, what-"

He gripped her hand. "That's good, that's good, you were on a shopping trip, with me. The mall we were in collapsed, it was a complete and total infrastructure failure. Architects botched the job. Bound to collapse eventually, just happened to collapse on top of us."

"Time can be rewritten," she pointed out, without first asking if that him had even survived. She didn't know how to properly voice that she was terrified that this him was about to stop existing. "Was he okay?"

His voice got quiet, soft, soothing. "I need you to not focus on that right now, Anna. You said that you trusted me before, remember?"

"Do you trust me?"

"Yes."

The answer had come to her, so easily and so quickly, like it wasn't even a thought in her mind. It gave her strength and she barely nodded.

"Yes," she said. "Yes, I trust you."

"Good," he said. "Good, then all that I need you to do right now is focus on relaxing and healing. That's it. That's all."

She frowned. "Did I…?"

"No," he answered her, and she let out a breath she didn't know she'd been holding. "Got you to the medbay about three seconds before that awful, shouldn't even be thought about event occurred. Managed to heal you up using the wonders of the medbay and voila, here we are!"

She frowned. "But it was just the infrastructure, though?" she asked. "It wasn't… I thought, because of the noise and the... and you seemed twitchy, before," she said.

"In what sense?"

"Like you knew it was going to happen," she told him.

"I… knew something was about to happen. Could feel time shifting, and not in a small way. It was too late to do anything about it, though."

Horror and sadness filled her in the same measure. "All those people…" she whispered.

She realized then, that she must've been in the rubble, surrounded by hundreds of dead bodies, or people well on their way to it. She realized, in that moment, that she hadn't been able to save any of them. That they had just… died, for nothing more than an architects simple mistake.

That had been the Doctor's life before, she realized just as suddenly. Thousands of tragedies and thousands of accidents, and all those dead or dying, and sometimes, he couldn't do a thing to stop it, or to save them.

She suddenly had a whole newfound respect for the Doctor (which was saying something). It was one thing to be able to send people to an alternate dimension or to save them or (in really, really very, very rare, count on one hand type of rare, cases,) bringing people back from the dead. That was easy. Having to stand over the bodies of the dead and know that there wasn't a thing that you could do for them was much harder.

But that was part of what the Doctor did, what the Doctor had to bare. He had to stand over the graves of strangers and those he loved alike.

But, that wasn't all that he did. The Doctor didn't let the weight of that responsibility crush him. He took that energy and used it, doing the only thing that he could do in that situation: making sure that the people who were hurting others couldn't, or saving the ones left to save.

"You really are freaking incredible, you know that?" she asked him, quietly.

"Not nearly as incredible as you," he told her, quietly.

"What I do is easy," she told him. "I get to save everyone. I'd never have to stand over someone's body. If I wanted to, if I really wanted to, after my powers turn back on, I can just… come back here, and save everyone," she told him, quietly.

"That's the incredible thing, Anna," he said. "You already have saved everyone."

She frowned. "What?" she asked, quietly, unable to believe it.

"The people who didn't have to die were already standing outside when the mall collapsed. The ones who did have to die, I'm assuming, were teleported to the alternate dimension, where they needed to be."

"Oh my goodness," she whispered, searching the darkness.

"You saved them, Anna, and that;s just as spectacular, if not more so. Because you choose to do this, Anna, to be this person for all of those people. You saved them, Anna. You gave them back what they never would've had, and that, Anna, is a miracle. It's amazing and stupendous, and it is why you are my favorite person in this entire multiverse."

She choked out a laugh past her sob. "That's quite a lot of people to be saying I'm your favorite person in the whole multiverse."

"Because nobody else matches up to the woman who could be a general terror to the multiverse at large but chooses, instead, to be kind and to spread that kindness as far as she can reach."

Emotions were swelling within her. "I would definitely be kissing you right now if my eyes weren't healing."

She heard him barely laugh at that. "The feeling is very mutual."

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"I'm fine, I'm fine," the Doctor kept trying to insist, once again pushing the face mask off of his face and fighting off the first responders.

"Sir, you've already passed out three times-"

"I need to find my wife," he insisted, managing to stand up. She waited, with baited breath, for him to fall to the concrete once more, but he didn't.

"Sir, even if I thought you were in any sort of state to be doing that, the infrastructure still isn't stable. There's no telling the whole thing won't collapse further. The only thing we need to do is get you to the hospital."

"No," he insisted, managing to take three steps. "No hospitals."

"Doctor, maybe you should-"

"No."

"Sir, I'm really going to have to insist-"

He pulled out what she assumed to be the psychic paper. "I'm with the New Port Authorities and if you impinge on my heading back into this building, I will have you arrested."

For a person with what had to be a concussion, he looked startlingly fine. Maybe he healed quicker than humans, she realized, or maybe it was the fact that he had so much adrenaline rushing through his body at the thought that he'd never see Anna again.

The first responder finally gave in. "You really want to walk back into that death trap? I'm not going to stop you. I'm already buried in people as it is." With that, the first responder walked off, apparently giving the Doctor what he wanted, which was the ability to find Anna, unimpeded.

He put the psychic away, breathing hard as he leaned up against a tree that had survived the carnage.

"Doctor-"

"I'm fine," he insisted. "We need to get back to the Tardis, we need to find Anna."

"I'm here, I'm here, I'm right here."

They both turned to look back to see that Anna was standing behind them. She looked completely fine. Even her clothes had escaped the carnage.

"Anna, what-"

"No."

There was a pained breath that had escaped the Doctor, carrying that one word. The Doctor immediately collapsed against the tree, despite Donna's best efforts to hold him up. For being a twig, he was heavy.

"No, Anna, you didn't, tell me you-you didn't… you were alone, you couldn't have, I wasn't there, I didn't…"

Anna immediately rushed over to him. He hung onto her like he'd never hung onto anything in his life. At least, it looked that way to Donna. "Hey, hey, I wasn't alone," she said, quietly, but it didn't seem to assuage his fears any. "I wasn't- Oh, no, Doctor, I didn't- I didn't die," she told him, quietly.

Confusion clouded his features. "But how… how're you so okay?"

"Future you got to me. Said he set the Tardis for random, ended up here, and he heard... he heard me screaming, but I'm fine, now. See?"

With that simple word, the Doctor passed out in her arms.

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"You want to what?"

"I need to get him back to the Tardis," she told Donna. "But I want to make sure that you're safe. Just wait-"

"Okay, I'm gonna stop you right there," Donna said, "because I'm pretty sure you're about to insist that I wait outside, and I'm telling you there's not a chance that I'm about to wait out here while you re-enter a structurally unsound building dragging his surprisingly heavy arse through said structurally unsound building."

"Donna, I don't even know where the Tardis is. We might be wandering through that building for hours."

"Yeah, you're really making me want to stand outside, now," she said, sarcastically. "To leave you two to stumble through the dark, all alone, with no sense of direction and no place to-"

"I've got the sonic," she said.

"You've said that like it recently wasn't able to get through a wooden door, Anna. Wooden. Now you're telling me you're gonna use it to, what, track the Tardis?"

"Just because it doesn't do wood doesn't mean it isn't a miraculous device- look, it doesn't matter," she said, as she rooted around in the Doctor's coat pocket. At least, that's what she hoped Anna was doing. She'd no idea what she would be doing otherwise, or why she would be trying to grope her husband's chest in the middle of this situation, but today had been one of those days. "I'll- ha, there, see?" she asked, holding it up.

It beeped, occasionally.

Donna looked on, appropriately unimpressed.

Anna had a hopeful look on her face for a long moment before it fell. "Fine," she said. "Grab his other side."

"As if I need telling."

She quickly scooped the Doctor's other arm up, putting it over her shoulder.

"I still don't understand how he weighs so much!" she protested. "He's like a log! He's a stick! How's he so thin? I don't understand!"

Donna looked up to see that the entrance- or rather, exit that she'd come out of was well and truly blocked off.

"What's the plan to get inside, exactly?"

"Yeah, I- I totally have a plan," she told her.

"Yeah, and I'm asking about it."

"Well," she started. "The plan is to get inside."

"… And how's that, then?"

"Well," she repeated. "I thought we'd wander around outside the building until we found an opening we could sneak through."

She started to sarcastically laugh before she looked over at Anna. "Oh, you're-you're mad, you're impossible, you're impossibly mad! Seriously," she started to ask if that was the best she had, but she changed directions mid-speech. "I've no idea how you two got on without me."

"Oh, Donna, it was a struggle," she told her.

"I don't appreciate the sarcasm," she shot back.

Anna didn't respond, and Donna looked over at her.

"Seriously, is that our plan?" she asked. "We're going to look around for an opening until we find something?"

"Something usually turns up."

When Donna looked over at Anna, she just shrugged helplessly.

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"Unbelievable. You have got to be kidding me."

They'd not only found an entrance that wasn't swarmed by first responders, but it looked like it was a part of the building that was, for the most part, still put together. Granted, that likely meant that it would collapse on their heads any moment, but that was a small favor.

"Come on, the sonic says she's close."

"Why do you refer to that spaceship like it's a person?" Donna complained. "I still don't understand."

"Because she's conscious, and some of the time she's even- no, hang about, the sonic just- are you broken? Seriously, right now, you're doing this now?" she hissed out between her teeth.

"… is the sonic screwdriver conscious, too?" she joked, before she wasn't. She suddenly worried for Anna's mental health, remembering The Library debacle. Anna was usually so strong and put together, but in that moment, Anna had come apart at the seams.

"No, it's not- shut up!" she said, indignantly, and Donna would've cracked a smile a moment ago, but that was a moment ago and now she'd realized she might've just let a traumatized woman lead her back into a collapsing building, the unconscious Doctor in tow. "She's- no, sorry, it's saying that the Tardis is- Oh."

She raised her eyebrows, looking over at Anna to see that she was looking behind them. When she looked back, she let out a breath of relief.

"The Tardis," she said.

"Come on," Anna said, and they quickly made their way to the Tardis.

"Hang about, how is it possible that the Tardis is in the only corner of the mall that wasn't completely demolished by the building collapsing?"

Anna barely paused at that before she shrugged. "Could be that the Tardis is holding the structural integrity of this part of the building."

"Is that possible?"

She shrugged. "It's the Tardis. I wouldn't put it past her. Come on," she repeated, as if Donna needed telling more than once.

"Anna?" she started.

"Yes, Donna?" she asked, as she unlocked the doors.

"Next time I suggest a shopping day, smack some sense into me, will you?"

She barked out a laugh at that. "Will do," she agreed. The door came open, and they walked inside.

It would be in that moment that the Doctor would groan awake.

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"Is Anna all right?"

The excitement had settled down. They'd all been healed from their various injuries, and the Doctor had swung by her room to make sure that she was doing okay with everything. He'd already said good night, but Donna had stopped him with her question.

"Yeah, course she is. All healed up, just like the two of us."

"That's not how I mean," Donna said. "What happened in the Library, her raving like a lunatic-"

Between the spa when they'd sequestered themselves away from everyone and the shopping trip, there hadn't been time to ask.

"She's… fine, Donna. We're dealing with it."

"On your own?"

He frowned, searching her. "How'd you mean?"

"I mean, is it a good idea for you to be her husband and her doctor?"

He put on his Doctor smile and she had to hold back the scream.

"Seriously, Donna, everything's fine. Don't worry about it."

"I do, though. Worry about you two."

He softened at that, walking back to her as he placed gentle hands on her shoulders. "I appreciate the concern, but really, we're all right, both of us. Anna will be fine, she always is, and so will I. Promise," he told her. "Now, off to bed. I've honestly no idea the last time you slept but I've a feeling you'll be sleeping for a very long time after this."

She didn't dare mention that they'd only been gone from the spa for a few hours (because, as it turned out, she'd been sitting outside for nearly an hour before a first responder had gotten to her). She couldn't imagine that looking for the love of his life under the rubble felt like anything less than an eternity.

"You too," she told him. "Seriously, Spaceman, do me a favor and get the equivalent of whatever time lord sleep is," she told him. "I'll see you two in the morning."

"See you in the morning," the Doctor agreed.

Not satisfied but knowing that it was the best she would get out of the time lord, she watched the Doctor walk away before she closed the door, collapsing on her bed and falling asleep nearly instantly.

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When he got back to their room, he saw that Anna was already asleep in the bed, the blankets pulled up to her chin. He still had no idea how she'd survived (though the Tardis knowing that it had to land to avoid a paradox and landing at just the right moment probably had something to do with it), and quite honestly, he wasn't sure that he cared. She'd survived a whole building collapsing on top of her. Whether that was his luck, her luck, or some powerful combination of the two, she'd walked away without a scratch on her. It was with this thought in mind that he crawled into bed next to her, gently wrapping his arms around her and breathing her in.

He fell asleep, shoving that tiny part of him away that kept reminding him her luck had to run out eventually, focusing, instead, on the fact that she was whole and alive.

For now, that was enough.

Except, it was more than enough. His wife was alive. Right now, it was absolutely everything.

A/N: Thanks for reading, and as always, don't forget to review!