Ava fell onto her bed.
Home. The word rang through her mind. Home. Home. I'm home.
She had spent centuries waiting for this. Ever since the Time War. That last night… she forced her mind away from such thoughts. It was over now. Brooding would do nothing to change what had happened. She pulled herself onto the pillows and closed her eyes. Unfortunately, sleep evaded her. She sighed and sat up. She didn't want to get up – The Doctor was still dealing with his feelings. For a male Time Lord, he had an awful lot of them. She smiled to herself, remembering the times he pretended he had none –Ian and Barbara. But he grew up in the end. His second incarnation was a lot sillier. Than the Third – oh, she loved to tease him. He acted so sensible…except for the car. Then came the Fourth. He was wonderful! Sillier than the rest, absent minded and scatterbrained. But funny and wonderful. The next one was less amusing, but still amazing. Then again, there was that cricket obsession. She never understood that. The cricket. What point was there hitting a ball with a bat? Then again, the fact that her eyesight and hearing was far better than the average human made the game impossibly easy for her. She realised she had strayed from the topic. The Sixth one. He was brilliant. And entertaining. With his rainbow coat and the cat brooch. And his pride. Of all the Doctor's she had known, she knew he was the most egotistical. Peri would have agreed, she knew. Then came the Seventh. He liked mystery and adventure. So had the others, she supposed, but he lived for it. Even the clothes he wore. A question mark on his cane? He was just asking to be strangled. She had asked him once why he was making himself an enigma to everyone. He just shook his head at her, smiling. Then was the Eighth. The first Doctor to fall for a human. She sighed in remembrance. Grace had been a surgeon. Ava had been split off from the Doctor. In that time he had managed to get himself killed. Of course, it wasn't Grace's fault. She hadn't known what she was dealing with. If she had known she was dealing with a centuries old alien, she probably wouldn't have opted for surgery. And then there was…it. The end of all things. Ava had fought side by side with the Doctor. The Doctor-Guardian. The Oncoming Storm and The Mocking Spirit. In the end, no one won. Ava held her mother as she died. They had both taken losses. In the end, both sides were completely insane. It had been the Doctor's idea to encase them in the bubble. Ava had gone along with it. Part of her wished to continue fighting, but the Time Lords weren't fighting anymore. They were going to destroy everything. She gave another sigh. So they stopped it. But at a price. The Doctor was forced into a regeneration. And she, she was pulled into hell. Stuck in a world where she couldn't eat or sleep or even touch. Forced to watch as her best friend lost all hope and gave into the darkness. And there was nothing she could do as he became more and more desolate. Every day he became lonelier. And then there was Rose. In a way, Ava hated her. She had caused the Doctor so much pain. If it wasn't for Rose… But it wasn't her fault. The Doctor became obsessed. He was lonely. Of course he was. He had lost his world, his family and his best friend. That would drive anyone to the brink. Rose was his cure. But he became too attached. He forgot the rules. They always leave in the end. Even she had, though it was not her fault in any way. But she was back now. And she would heal him.