Epilogue

Lucy listens to the Doctor for a year. Whenever Harry isn't around, she sits beside him and he talks. He tells her of the worlds he has seen, the beauty of the universe. His words are vivid, and she can picture everything clearly in her mind. Slowly, she feels the despair and darkness with which Harry covered her soul begin to fall away. So what if the universe ends that way? She'll never live to see it again, and there is so much beauty now. There is even beauty in the Doctor, aged as he has been; wisdom in his eyes, compassion in his voice.

So when she sees Harry, sniveling, cowardly Harry, and realizes that he will never pay for his crimes, something in her snaps. He took her and used her; used her for no reason. He didn't even need her. He deadened her soul and stole her joy and youthfulness, and he killed millions. He deserves nothing less than a bullet. So she stoops down and picks up the abandoned gun, and she fires. Goodbye, Harry, and good riddance.

A/N - At first I envisioned this story as covering the period of eighteen months in which Harold Saxon took over England, but I realized that that was too ambitious, so I decided to just limit it to the first few days of interaction between Harry and Lucy, and hopefully explain a few things in a canonical way. I hope it's been enjoyable (if dark), and I'd love you hear your thoughts on it. Thanks for reading!