Clean real air. Sweet and light against his face. He handn't even set both
feet on the earth and he already felt at home. If only he could stay here
in peace forever then nothing would be able to bother him. He'd block out
the world and be rid of it. Let the universe take care of its self, right
here was were he wanted to be and it was here he would stay. It was night
and he stared at the stars in the sky wondering what it felt like to be so
ignorant of their magnanimity. So few people on this planet knew what they
meant but maybe it was all for the best for them. There were some terrible
things out there, harmful things.
He looked around at the building that lined the roads and the river just 20 feet away from him and noticed the fairy lights that were in the trees. They were everywere. Purple, green ,yellow, and they rememded him of something. They rememded him of the times he used to spend with him father before he had left. He regreted not being able to have those again. He had told her about those times, well one of them. Some of them were just for him to know and he would never tell anyone.
" Purple, green, yellow lights, Doctor." He turned slowly at the voice and saw Doctor Grace Holloway standing in the shadow of a tree just three feet from the one he was leaning against. She looked at it longingly and touched it with her hand. " Do you remember?" She looked at him for a moment then stared back down at the tree.
He'd landed back in SanFransisco. The TARDIS had taken him here and he hadn't noticed. The TARDIS knew him so well and once again he began to wonder if the TARDIS wasn't acctually alive. For a moment he could only stare at her because her face unreadable and he couldn't figure out what she was thinking. In many ways he supposed she could hate him and there are many ways in which she'd still like him. But he just couldn't figure out, because of her facial expression. There was none. He spoke tentatively, "Grace." it was a whisper, but it was all he could manage.
"You remember though, don't you, or else you wouldn't be so nervous?"
She still wasn't looking at him, and that made the Doctor think. He opened his mouth to talk, closed it again, and opened it for a second time to finally manage to get what he wan't to say out. "Yes, I do remember." Perhaps this was some cause of the Doctor's depressed state. It has only been a little while for him since he had left her, and the amnesia must have been a blessing, because it allowed him to love her. Against his better judgment, he had loved somebody, and he knew he couldn't stay with her forever. But she had kissed him back, and now he felt guilty for leaving her behind even though she hadn't wanted to come. "Do you hate me for leaving you?"
"No," she said, in barely a whisper. "But I want you again. I missed you."
He looked around at the building that lined the roads and the river just 20 feet away from him and noticed the fairy lights that were in the trees. They were everywere. Purple, green ,yellow, and they rememded him of something. They rememded him of the times he used to spend with him father before he had left. He regreted not being able to have those again. He had told her about those times, well one of them. Some of them were just for him to know and he would never tell anyone.
" Purple, green, yellow lights, Doctor." He turned slowly at the voice and saw Doctor Grace Holloway standing in the shadow of a tree just three feet from the one he was leaning against. She looked at it longingly and touched it with her hand. " Do you remember?" She looked at him for a moment then stared back down at the tree.
He'd landed back in SanFransisco. The TARDIS had taken him here and he hadn't noticed. The TARDIS knew him so well and once again he began to wonder if the TARDIS wasn't acctually alive. For a moment he could only stare at her because her face unreadable and he couldn't figure out what she was thinking. In many ways he supposed she could hate him and there are many ways in which she'd still like him. But he just couldn't figure out, because of her facial expression. There was none. He spoke tentatively, "Grace." it was a whisper, but it was all he could manage.
"You remember though, don't you, or else you wouldn't be so nervous?"
She still wasn't looking at him, and that made the Doctor think. He opened his mouth to talk, closed it again, and opened it for a second time to finally manage to get what he wan't to say out. "Yes, I do remember." Perhaps this was some cause of the Doctor's depressed state. It has only been a little while for him since he had left her, and the amnesia must have been a blessing, because it allowed him to love her. Against his better judgment, he had loved somebody, and he knew he couldn't stay with her forever. But she had kissed him back, and now he felt guilty for leaving her behind even though she hadn't wanted to come. "Do you hate me for leaving you?"
"No," she said, in barely a whisper. "But I want you again. I missed you."