Author Notes:
This story is dedicated to Zoe who not only betad for me but has spent many many long hours discussing DW with me. Love you Zoe!
Disclaimer: I don't own Doctor who or sadly David Tennant :P I wish I did but I don't
"Madame de Pompadour, you look younger everyday," He's smiling at me again, that cheeky grin that causes me to falsely believe that the weight of the universe doesn't rest on his shoulders. I melt, just like I melt every time I see him., I'd follow him to the end of the world, no, to the end of the universe- I forget you have to think in terms of the universe around my Doctor.
"It's over... for you and for me," what does that mean? Is he trapped here? I know it would kill him to be trapped. He is a traveller and he cannot take the slow path; in fact he has spent years avoiding it. But I believe I can help him.
"Are you alright?" I am now that you are here I think, but I remain silent and do nothing except nod and take his offered hand. I listen while he explains. He is the lord of time his knowledge is vast. I wish, as I have wished many times before, that I could learn the things he knows and see all the places he's been. Maybe one day I will.
"You know the name of them all, don't you?" I wouldn't be surprised if he did, but typically he does not reply with a direct answer.
"Ah, what's a name? A name is just a title, titles aren't important,' I smile, there is a title which carries much meaning and I am sure it means much to him
"Like 'the doctor'" I smile, believing I have beaten him in our silly word game.
"Like 'Madam de Pompadour'?" I laugh, how very typical of my Doctor to avoid any talk of himself, to keep his real identity a closely guarded secret.
"I'm not going anywhere," but I know of way in which he may be able to return, and at last it is my turn to be cryptic.
"Oh aren't you?" he is puzzled. I lead into the room I had preserved for his comings and goings. I smile, truly pleased that he can return, and I long to ask my questions- many questions for the mysterious man in the fireplace. More so, I long to travel with him.
"NO," is all I can say as he disappears onto the other side of the fireplace and passes into his world of metal and wire.
"Madam de Pompadour," the call returns the blood to my body and the hope to my heart. I kneel on the floor, my heart pounding as I see him through the flames, looking so like he did when I first glimpsed him, so long ago.
"Am I going somewhere?" that smile again, I melt again, as always. His eyes sparkle with mischief as he replies.
"Go to the window pick a star, any star," and I rush to do his bidding, excitement and hope flare within me. My dream is about to come true. There are so many stars and I may get to see them all, but which first?
The bag he told me to pack still sits in the room where I last saw him. I don't think he is returning for me, yet still I glance at the stars hoping to see them just that little bit closer. Reason tells me I shall not see him again, but I think I will act like him and I shall not listen to reason. They came together, a pair, the Doctor and the Monsters. Never one without the other but by destroying one perhaps I cannot have the other. Perhaps he is unable to return. Yet, still I hope, still I pray. My lonely angel.