A/N: Mini fic dedicated to helloim-sexy from Tumblr.

Warning: Tissues will be needed.

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Tenses

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It was her thief, and he was dying. And this time there was no regeneration, he had run out of them. He was being stealed away from her.

Her dear, dear thief, the man who had showed him the galaxy was dying inside her, his blood running out from his body and into her floor. The body of his already dead companion lying next to him. Her curly black hair was messy, she had died from a blow to her head.

The TARDIS couldn't take floating around space for all eternity carrying around the lifeless body of the Doctor. She couldn't save him, so she did the only thing she could do.

She transfered herself to the corpse of the companion, her energy would only be enough to give life to the body for a few minutes. Just enough to say that word that he hadn't wanted to say the last time she had a humanoid body.

"Thief," she said crawling to get closer to the Doctor.

The Doctor, with great effort, raised his head in confusion.

"Johanna?" he asked, saying the name of his companion.

"No, it's me. I'm sexy" said the TARDIS scared of what would happen if he didn't recognized her.

It took a few seconds for the Doctor to understand.

"What? What? Are you doing?"

"I came to say that word. Altough I don't understand, why does it has good in it when there's nothing good about it?"

"But you will die!" cried the Doctor "You need to leave that body now!"

"I can't" she replied, "And I don't want to."

"But you can't die!" he said in a sob.

"You're saying it wrong. Can is the ability to do something, and I can die. Live. That's different. I can live if you die. But I don't want to" said the TARDIS very fast.

"Don't, please," he cried trying to grab her, but his strength was going out fast.

She didn't listened to him.

"Want. That's another word. I want to be with you," she paused, "I want you," she said those words paused.

"My old girl," he said, while tears streaming down his face, the TARDIS got closer to her, so he could grab her now, "we've been together for so long."

"Past perfect, past action that continues to the present,"

"You had always been so great," he coughed some blood before continuing, "I love you," he said streaking one of his cheeks.

"Present tense," she said.

"No," the Doctor corrected her, "Past perfect and future"

"I love you too," said the TARDIS while a tear went down trough one of his cheeks.

The Doctor smiled.

"Kissing, but not biting, I'd like to try that now," said the TARDIS.

"What's stoping you, sexy?" he said smiling even more with some blood turnishing that smile.

And the TARDIS posed her lips over him and pressed. The Doctor pressed back, and then he didn't anymore. He had died, forever.

"Forever," said the TARDIS, "I'll love you forever."

And she died too.