The Most Faithful Companion

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A/N: And I still haven't wrapped my head completely around this episode. I don't think I'll be able to form a coherent thought about it for some time. I think I may have been fully converted into a Doctor/TARDIS shipper… well, maybe not fully, never say never and all that jazzamatazz but I was very sad when she had to go back to not being able to talk to him. Also I think the theories of a few Whofic writers were just completely shot to hell by that episode and… "Spacey Wacey"? Oh Amelia you did NOT! They keep trying to come up with something better than Timey Whimey but they never will. Right, very long author's note so lets get to the extrememly short oneshot shall we?

Dedication: to Stitch54 who gets to see the episodes and average of eight hours before I do. Good luck with your exams my little Welsh Amiga!

Alive, for a few brief hours, she'd been alive. Of course she had always been alive in her own right, in her own way. But to have been alive like him, to have a body, to be able to touch and feel and breathe and… and speak… that, that had been real life.

Now, returned to her silent state, she would have weapt but for the fact that she lacked the ability in this form. She could still feel his presence, warm and soothing as his steady hands stroked her affectionately. But the glorious sensation of being alive had been taken from her.

She had no voice to respond when he asked if she could hear him. She desperately wanted to reply. She wanted to scream at the top of lungs that she no longer had. She could still hear him but she could no longer speak, she could no longer touch him.

It was like being dead. Endles, and eternal death. Everlasting heartache. Not being able to touch or speak to the one being in all the universe that you loved the most. It wouldn't have been so bad if she hadn't been given that one glorious chance. Thos few brief hours in which she could touch him, speak to him, reassure him… kiss him, much better than the biting the kissing had been. She'd wished she'd had a chance to do more of that.

But now it was like being dead, dull emptiness and her Doctor, her thief so close and yet so far. And she felt broken though she was whole again she was broken. Broken and dead.

Everlasting death for the most faithful companion.