The Real Meaning

End and Epilogue

„A timelady? A female timelord? Are you sure?"

The Doctor gently takes her hands and places them over her now two hearts.

„Can you feel it? Two heartbeats, two hearts beating only for your well being."

(y/n)s mouth opens as if she wants to say something. She can feel them pulsate in her chest, rhythmic and strong. Breathless about this discovery she clutches her shirt,

staring straight forward.

„I've got two hearts..."

While she tries to comprehend the discovery the floppy haired male bathes in guilt.

Because of him, she can at no time live like a normal human again,

not once experience how it is to grow old and-

„You still think this is your fault, am I right?"

His eyes widen a bit, before closing somewhat as he nodded in response.

Lifting his somewhat shaking hands the timelord glances at them sadly.

„You could have become so much more. You could have become a savior for your planet,

or an everyday life hero. A lawyer, or a vet, maybe even a teacher but now-"

His voice cracks, his gaze still fixated.

„You and me, we are the only ones left. I, being the killer of over 2.47 billion Gallifreyan

children, destroyer of so many lifes and you a transformed human girl at the

beginning of her new life who doesn't even know that I-"

This attracts her attention.

„That you what?"

The Doctor sighs deeply, before chuckling to himself.

„I can't believe that I am saying those words again after all the centuries. (y/n) I love you.

I never realized it because of the loss of Rose, all the chaos with the Master and

suddenly River appeared again. I only recently noticed this, like her...

In the end I couldn't tell you because I didn't wanted

to hurt River or lose you. And after telling you all of this I just became aware of the fact what a

selfish person I really am. In the end, all I can do is hurt the people around me."

He closed his eyes, waiting for her to say something that

will damage his hearts even more, leaving him alone again in this big universe,

devastated and lonely. What he didn't expect is a hand intertwining with his,

the thumb gently stroking his hand. As he opens his eyes and flickers them over to her face,

he was met with a genuine smile.

„You really are slow, aren't you? All the adventures, every day and night, no matter

when and where we were, I always admired you, Doctor. To be honest I already gave up trying

to be something more than 'just friends'. Every time I could see you smile..."

(y/n) raises her unoccupied hand and strokes the hair out of his face:

„...was enough to make me happy and forget how I really felt. However, hearing your confession now,

I really don't know what to answer."