A/N: This and the previous drabble were written in response to a challenge on LJ: "Things that Never Happened."
"I'll go with you," says Grace.
And she'll see silver skies and the beautiful side of paradise. He'll make her cups of tea, and she'll learn how to cook more than pasta. There will be lazy days and quiet wars: blood oozing from one horizon to the other.
They'll save the universe twice in one week.
The next, doctors together on a battlefield of stars, and he'll kiss her when it's over and leaning on each other, they'll stumble back to the TARDIS. The coffee will be strong and bitter, and finished too soon.
And she'll never be happy again.