Chapter 18 – Promises

"Y..y..you're dead!" I exclaimed, my voice exasperated. I slowly reached up a hand to touch Michael's face. He flinched a little as I ran my forefinger down the deep scar that penetrated his forehead. The blood stains that looked like teardrops still on his cheek.

"I know, it's confusing." He replied, pulling me into hi arms, "But please tell me you're okay!"

"I'm fine." I lied. My face stung like hell and I could feel the blood drip down my face from a new cut that sliced through my right eye. Whatever caused it hadn't hit the cornea of my eye, but if I shut them, the two sides of the scar joined perfectly.

"You're not!" Michael began panicking, real tears joining the blood ones.

"Don't worry."

"They hurt you! I promised you I'd never let anybody hurt you!"

"But you were dead."

"I never was. I came here because I thought you were. I looked for your body."

"But I never was dead either.."

"But you're hurt!" Michael finished, pulling me even closer to his chest. His wonderful scent took over all my senses and I just wanted to lie there, forever in his arms. I closed my eyes for a little while and took in how amazing it felt to be here again, where I belonged, with Michael. He sat me up straight after a few short moments of lying there and crashed his lips into mine.

The kiss was hard, but soft at the same time. Our hands entwined and I grew weaker and weaker, giving up all my energy into love. I could feel one hand weave around my waist and the kiss deepened even further. When Michael stopped kissing me, he kept his face within a few inches of mine so he could look into my eyes.

"I didn't die, because I need to be here, to be with you." He whispered.

"For better or for worse" I replied.

"For richer, for poorer"

"In sickness and in health."

"But, death won't do us part." He finished. We got up together slowly, hand in hand, and continued back towards Tiff.She was stood there, averting her eyes to give us a bit of privacy. She gave me 'The Nod' and we all marched the street with our weapons, looking for more Slitheen to kill. The Daleks had all disappeared from the sky, leaving us afraid that around the next bend could be another fight, a harder fight to fight.

In reality, the next street was empty.

And the next.

And the one after that. And even, the street after one.

But not 5th street...