Disclaimer: Where oh where did my DW ownership rights go? Oh where oh where did they go?
A/N: Everyone else has one of these in one way or another so I figured I might as well add to the frenzy. This is set right at the very end of "Rose" rightrightright before he comes back. Enjoy.
The Magic Words
She'd said No. Simple as that. So he left. Because he didn't give second chances. Not to Daleks or Cybermen or evil two-headed aliens or even pretty pink and yellow shop girls who saved his life because they were completely fantastic.
His shoulders drooped. He could go back. He could make her the one exception to his steadfast rule. He could give her a second chance to say yes.
But the truth was, he was afraid. Him. The Oncoming Storm. Scared to death of a fragile, blonde little human with no A-levels if he'd heard her correctly. Scared she'd turn him down again. Terrified of the tiny two-letter word she could break his hearts with.
So, instead of going back, he went ahead.
On the planet Caletano, he overthrew the tyrannous government by starting a revolution. While there, he did not think of how much she would have loved the bright purple leaves that fell from the trees and turned pink on the ground.
When he was kidnapped by the Ray species of Palo in the year 3.7 , did he think of how she might have saved him in the nick of time as he hung roasting over a pit of lava? No, sir, he did not. He saved himself.
Time and again, he didn't look at beautiful things in foreign lands and wonder if her eyes would have brightened in awe at the sight. Or of how wide her smile would have been at the unbelievable and alien things she would have seen. He didn't consider if a certain joke made by him at the expense of yet another someone leading him to his death would have made her laugh or not.
When he went back to the time of Caesar and Cleopatra, he didn't wonder how she might have looked in a certain toga or of the shade of her eyes had she wore a certain Egyptian eye cream.
When he landed in the future sky cities of Earth, he didn't think of the way she would look at him, like she'd done before when he'd shown her the impossible, look at him like he was too good to be true.
He didn't even think of how good had it had felt not only to once again, even for a short time, have a hand to hold but also to have it be hers.
He didn't wonder at what she might have said when he made a comment to an empty TARDIS.
In all this not wondering of her, a thought occurred suddenly to him. The hours upon days he'd spent alone since he last saw her seemed to melt away, and he smiled.
The TARDIS seemed ecstatic to be taking him back to the last place and time he'd seen her. He shrugged into his leather jacket. In all the commotion, he'd forgotten to mention one very important fact about his trusty time machine.
Maybe she was so incredibly fantastic that a simple spaceship wasn't tempting enough. Maybe it would take the other half of the story, time, to convince her that it was worth the trip.
His hand paused at the door knob. It would be good to see her. For her, mere moments would have passed. He'd gone days, and that was more than enough. He swung the door open and said the magic words.
A/N: Who knows how it really went? It could have been mere seconds for him too, but this is so much for exciting, don't you think? Review kindly.