Summary: Jenny died years ago. Vastra's an old Silurian now and reminisces about the past.

Warning: Major Character Death.


Vastra looked out of the window noting the moon high in the sky. It was chilly. Her lips twinged upward before settling down. She shuffled slowly out of bed, hissing softly when her old bones protested. Vastra went into the kitchen to prepare a small meal and tea for one. The humans had finally developed affordable refrigeration.

"Ma'am, you're going to have to go out and eat because we're out of meat. Again. Where do you even put it all?"

Once done eating, she dressed mindful to put on several layers. As the years past, the cold bothered her more and more until she was forced to move to a warmer climate without seasonal snow. It was good to move anyway, a fresh start or so they say.

"Ma'am, you forgot your scarf! it's snowing outside. Honestly."

Vastra slipped on her jacket last and pulled up her hood. She quietly made her way through the darkness, senses still sharp despite her age. Her detective days were long over but she could still put down any miscreant who crossed her. Luckily for them, no one came by. Vastra soon arrived at a small empty beach and she sat down on the sand. There was something comforting about the vast darkness beyond her with the moon as her only light source. She could close her eyes and imagine walking down the dark cold streets of London where criminals lurked every corner.

"Vastra, I had him!"

"I know you could have taken him, but this is much quicker and I'm hungry." The Silurian made no attempt to hide her wandering eyes.

"I am not on the menu."

"Not even a nip?"

"No, you stole my mark."

"I'll make it up to you, my little mammal."

"What are you - oh"

"Does my lady approve?"

"Shut up."

Memory was a funny thing. Some moments slipped from ones mind so easily while others buried themselves inside, never to be forgotten. She couldn't remember which silverware Jenny favored but she could still make a cup of her favorite tea. Cases blurred together in her mind and she sometimes forgot whether she ate or turned in the criminal. But at the end of the day, she'd always relish snuggling with her wife.

She's old now even by her people's standards not including the odd 65 million years. Both World Wars, a scattering of missions for other organizations, working with the Doctor, on some nights Vastra wondered how she survived so long.

Jenny's once dark hair was white. Her steady hands now tremble and she could no longer sew. She huffed in annoyance at the tiny writing of the book.

"Whoever thought this font size was a good idea should be shot. Where are my glasses."

Vastra smiled as she pointed to her head which made Jenny rolled her eyes as she plucked them from the top of her head.

The Silurian shivered, feeling the cold seep in slightly despite the layers. She forgot her scarf again.

Vastra sat next to the bed, holding Jenny's hand. Her human's breathing became more shallow with each breath.

"You'd remember your scarf. For once."

The Silurian let out a choked laugh. "Of course. Can't have you haunting me for a petty reason."

There was a moment of silence before Jenny squeezed Vastra's hand. "If I haunt you, it's 'cause you're brooding again."

"I do not brood."

"Sure sure."

Vastra hissed which only made Jenny smile. "Love ya, daft lizard."

Tomorrow, she'll return to being a somewhat stern weapon instructor. Tomorrow will be another day with colleagues and friends. But tonight with the moon high in the sky, she was content to wait for the sunrise.

"Love you too, my silly mammal."