The Girl Who Stayed (Doctor Who fanfic)

In The End

The Doctor ran up to me and wrapped me in a hug. I buried my face into his shoulder, trying to stop the flow of tears.

"I-I'm sorry." He whispered. "I don't usually say when I'm wrong, but I was and I'm sorry."

"Can I stay? Please?" I begged, on the brink of a fresh set of tears.

"Of course you can stay!" He exclaimed.

I breathed a sigh of relief.

"I can't send you back to that, that would be slow torture."

I smiled up at him. Thank god he understood. He hugged me tight in his arms. I felt safer than I had ever felt in my entire life, in his arms. Then, all too soon, it was ripped away.

"The guests are coming!" Rose called to us.

The Doctor grabbed my hand and we ran back into the observation gallery.

"The Ambassadors from the City State of Binding Light." The Steward finished. A group of trees in clothes walked up to us. The trees walked up to the three of us.

"The Gift of Peace. I bring you a cutting of my Grandfather." The tree in the dress handed the Doctor a rooted twig in a small pot.

"Thank you." He handed the pot to me. "Yes, gifts. Er, I give you, in return, air from my lungs." I held back a laugh as he breathed on the tree and the tree inhaled deeply.

"How intimate." The tree commented.

"There's more where that came from." The Doctor flirted, making me roll my eyes.

"I bet there is." I rolled my eyes again, putting the pot down on the floor next to my feet.

"From the Silver Devastation, the sponsor of the main event, please welcome the Face of Boe." The Steward announced as a large glass case entered, barely making it through the doorway. It had a gigantic head inside, with straggly hair and squinting eyes.

"The Moxx of Balhoon." The Doctor greeted, as a blue alien, mostly head and body, came up to us in a transport pod.

"My felicitations on this historical happenstance. I give you the gift of bodily salivas." Their spit hit Rose in the face. I started laughing and Rose glared at me, wiping spit out of her eyes.

"Thank you very much." The Doctor said, and I helped Rose get the rest of the spit out of her face.

A black robed group glided up to us.

"Ah! The Adherents of the Repeated Meme. I bring you air from my lungs." The Doctor announced, breathing on all the robed adherents.

A large metal hand held out a ball.

"A gift of peace in all good faith." The adherent handed him the ball, which he passed to me and I placed it next to the pot.

"And last but not least, our very special guest. Ladies and gentlemen, and trees and multiforms, consider the Earth below. In memory of this dying world, we call forth the last Human. The Lady Cassandra O'Brien Dot Delta Seventeen."

A face in a piece of thin skin stretched in a rectangular frame was wheeled in by two people hidden in top-to-toe hospital whites. My jaw dropped down to the floor, staring at the piece of skin with two eyes and lips.

"Oh, now, don't stare. I know, I know it's shocking isn't it? I've had my chin completely taken away and look at the difference. Look how thin I am. Thin and dainty. I don't look a day over two thousand. Mousturise me. Moisturise me." She called to the people in hospital whites. One of the attendants used a pump spray on the skin.