Hello kind reader! Here is a taster for my new story I'm currently writing. Sorry for any time gaps between chapters, I've got school and stuff taking up most of my precious time. Hope you enjoy!

*Doctor Who belongs to Mister Moffat and the BBC*

The Doctor was sad - well, sadder than usual. He sat alone in the TARDIS console room, his elbows resting on his knees and his head in his hands. He'd done it again; lost a companion. The Girl Who Waited and The Last Centurion Amy and Rory, the Doctor's best friends, were gone. They were zapped back to 1930's New York by a lone Weeping Angel and this time, the Doctor couldn't save them.

And it broke his hearts.

Why them? It seemed like everything was going to be okay, they were going to go back to the TARDIS and be on their way, away from Manhattan and the angels that inhabited it. The Doctor was on a high; the Ponds were alive, River was safe, the TARDIS was ready to whisk them away to wherever he pleased, and the angels were gone. Broken by the paradox that Rory and Amy created when they jumped off the building, or so he thought. Of course there was a survivor; a lone angel who decided that it was their responsibility to ruin the Doctor's day. Now his two best friends in the whole entire universe were lost and alone, and just out of the Doctor's reach.

But he knew they were okay, Amy said so in the afterword of River's book. They would live a long, happy life together in New York. Rory would probably become a celebrated doctor with his knowledge of future medicine, and Amy might be an author, writing about her many adventures with her raggedy man. Perhaps they would adopt, have a child that they would love and cherish. That child would always have the best bedtime stories; stories about his Mum and his Roman Dad, and their greatest friend, the madman with a box.

The Doctor knew that they would have happy lives – the thing that really broke his heart was the fact that he wouldn't be a part of them.

"Sweetie?" a voice behind him said and he jumped when he felt soft hands on his neck. "It's not healthy to sit out here all night brooding."

He looked up into the worried, green eyes of his wife, River Song, and his gaze softened, but not before she saw the angry glint in his hazel ones. She sighed and cupped his cheek with her hand.

"You blame yourself, don't you?" she said. It was less of a question and more of a statement. Of course the Doctor blamed himself – isn't that what he always did?

"I could have stopped it happening," he muttered sadly as he took River's hand in his. "I – I'm sorry River. They were your parents."

"They're not dead, Doctor, just unable to see us anymore."

"Yes, well. You best get to writing your book," he said and nodded over to where his jacket was hanging off the coat rack by the door, "The Angel's Kiss: A Melody Malone Mystery" left in one of its inside pockets.

"I should really do that soon. I need to organize a house too, seeing as I'm not in Stormcage anymore," she said and the Doctor's face fell slightly. "I won't be gone long, but you know I can't stay in the TARDIS with you forever. Our time streams are too..."

"Timey-wimey," the Doctor finished with a sad smile as he kissed her on the forehead. "I suppose you're a free woman now. You can do whatever you want."

"And being in prison stopped me from doing that before?" she questioned dangerously, daring the Doctor to agree.

"Of course not, dear," he laughed for the first time in days. It gave River hope that when she had to leave, the Doctor would be able to pull through on his own and not drown in self-hate. But for the next few weeks at least, she would stay with him and the TARDIS, fighting aliens and thwarting evil plans. After all, there was still a lot of running to do.

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