I'm back! It's been a while since my last fic, but I was watch Doomsday again, and thought that this needed to be written

Disclaimer - Yeah, I own Doctor Who, I also fly a pretty pink spaceship to work in the magic fairy world everyday.


Planet Earth. This is where I was born, and this is where I died.

But not really, I hadn't lied until I left, and I only died when I had gone.

The first 19 years of my life nothing happened.

Nothing at all. Not ever. And then I met a man called the Doctor. He's not a man though, and I'm sure he's not actually called the Doctor.A man who could change his face.The Doctor didn't just change his face, he can change everything, personality, body, face. But he couldn't change how I felt for him, or how he felt for me. And he took me away from home in his magical machine. But the TARDIS is more than a machine, it's alive, and it was our home.He showed me the whole of time and space. Well, not the whole of thime and space, there was a million things left to see, discover, a million planets left to save. I thought it would never end.But nothing lasts forever, does it? That's what I thought. And now I know so much better. But then came the army of ghosts, then came Torchwood and the war. And then came everything that I had fought hard with the Doctor to avoid. That's when it all ended. This is the story of how I died. Yeah, I did die. Not just in that world my world, but everything inside of me died as well. They may tell you that I'm alive, well and nearly back to my old self, but that's all a act. I'm not really alive and well. 'Coz inside, I'm dead. I died the moment he faded away on that deserted beach in Normandy. But there's one spark of life in me, one little part of my heart that tells me that he'll come back, and that he'll take me away again, forever this time. Yeah, he said it was impossible, but impossible is what the Doctor does best.