The Only One He Never Knew

I had seen him so many times. I suppose I am lucky in the fact that I have gotten to see him more than once, but it only makes me feel worse. I have watched him from far away, running around with different people, usually women. Sometimes he has a different look to him, but the Doctor is always the same man. I know he is the same man because, well, I have kind of fallen in love with him.

He has never met me before. He always has a mission, and is trying to protect the world from whatever species is terrorizing us at that point. So many people doubt the existence of alien life on earth. How can they doubt it? There is evidence all over. Do they honestly forget about the alien spaceships hovering over London on Christmas?

But now I see the Doctor once again. Both of us are in Cardiff. He is dressed in his tweed jacket, and his bowtie. He looks so sad. I want to approach him. I want to ask him why he is sad, and I want to give him a hug. The last time I saw him, he was travelling around happily with a young couple. They were trying to stop some Daleks. I learned their name by watching and listening from far away. I was not trying to be in anyway creepy; I just could not get involved.

There is a lot of noise coming from down the street, and I look to identify its source. Two men are running at top speed down the street. One is a man dressed in dark jeans and a black hoodie. He is carrying a gun. The one chasing him I recognize. His name is captain Jack Harkness. He works for an organization known as Torchwood. He wears a long RAF uniform greatcoat.

The man being chased was obviously running with a purpose. It made me feel worried. He got closer to the place where we were. The Doctor was sitting on a bench across the street from the bench on which I was sitting.

He turned, holding his gun up, and I jumped up. I dived across the street just as he shot, catching the bullet. I felt it twist through the flesh on my stomach as I fell to the ground. I watched Jack tackle him to the ground.

The Doctor was knelt as my side before I even knew it. He rolled me over from my side onto my back.

"Doctor," I whispered, a weak smile forming on my lips as I began to bleed out. Seeing his thoughtful expression, I added, "You don't know me."

"You know me?" He asked.

I nodded.

` "You saved my life," he said, looking me dead in the eyes. His were already somewhat teary.

"Why wouldn't I? You are the special one." I was in so much pain, but I hardly noticed it because of my being with the only person I ever loved.

"No. No. You are very important! What is your name?"

"Sabrina," I whispered. "Sabrina Michels."

"Well Sabrina," He began with a faint smile. "You are my saving grace. I don't know how it is that you know me, but you do, and for that I am so grateful."

"Doctor, I have seen you so many times. You're always with different people. I have always wanted to meet you. I love you." Those were my last words. I closed my eyes and felt his arms around back, and his tears on my face as I slowly drifted away. Maybe I would see the Doctor in heaven some day, but for now I hoped for him to stay alive.

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~Lexi~