It was after she had left that Deorsa's smile faded. Already he missed her, and she'd only just gone.

The TARDIS sensed his sadness, and warmed his soul with her wordless concern.

"I'm alright," he soothed her. "Well, I will be. When have I not recovered?"

If she could, the TARDIS would have raised an eyebrow. Her scepticism was plain, and he groaned.

"Fine! I know I never got over her before. But this will be different. A new start. I can leave her with him. Now I know she's safe - and that I cannot harm her - I will not worry so much. I know she'll be protected."

More scepticism.

Frustration gripped his mind, and he glared at the console.

"What do you want me to admit? That I love her? That I'd die for her? Well, I would! And there's your confession! Are you happy?"

The TARDIS hurried to placate him, but he backed away, throwing his hands up.

"No."

Hurt swathed him, and guilt shot through him even as he turned his back.

Without another word, he walked away.

He didn't even realise where he was going until he arrived.

A bitter twisting of his mouth broke his face, as he drank in the room, and gently he fingered the long blue scarf draped over the chair.

"I miss you," he whispered. He picked up the wrap, and breathed in the scent.

Vanilla. Yes.

He held it for a minute, let his melancholy streak in.

Then the memories began.

And just as suddenly, he smiled.

A/N: I promised you this, lovelies ;) However, I may not be able to update it as often I usually update my other fanfic, purely because this is second priority - A Cry In The Dark is my main fic right now. I hope you understand :) Other than that, enjoy!

Lightning xoxo