He lays in the narrow platform bed, her body too hot against him and ponders the impossibility of it all. He is the last. The *last* of his kind. His home is gone, has/will never exist(ed), the last link, all that's left buried under tones of rock, unreachable. He hides his face in the crook of his arm, a childs' gesture of denial.
"Doctor?" Her voice is still thick with sleep as she brushes a small warm hand across his cheek. The urge to push her roughly away when her fingers still over the damp trails down his cheek is so sharp and petty that he pulls her closer into his side to spite himself. "hey. It'll be okay. We'll get the TARDIS back somehow and we'll go home..." He opens his mouth to reassure her, to say something, *anything* and a ragged choking gasp rips through him, unstifled. And it's not a sob, nothing as undignified as crying in the dark for the last of the Time Lords... "Shhh, come here, yeh?" The scent of her skin surrounds him as she pulls his head down to the curve of her shoulder, fingers carding through his hair.
"I want to go home." He feels her prepare to speak and then stop, wrapping herself around him in the dark. She says nothing, there is nothing to be said. "i want to go *home*"
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Date: 2010-05-01 06:33 am (UTC)"Doctor?" Her voice is still thick with sleep as she brushes a small warm hand across his cheek. The urge to push her roughly away when her fingers still over the damp trails down his cheek is so sharp and petty that he pulls her closer into his side to spite himself. "hey. It'll be okay. We'll get the TARDIS back somehow and we'll go home..." He opens his mouth to reassure her, to say something, *anything* and a ragged choking gasp rips through him, unstifled. And it's not a sob, nothing as undignified as crying in the dark for the last of the Time Lords... "Shhh, come here, yeh?" The scent of her skin surrounds him as she pulls his head down to the curve of her shoulder, fingers carding through his hair.
"I want to go home." He feels her prepare to speak and then stop, wrapping herself around him in the dark. She says nothing, there is nothing to be said. "i want to go *home*"