To Be Continued (A Doctor Who Fanfiction)

Chapter Eighteen: It's getting pretty difficult to name these

*The past few chapters inspired by http://youtu.be/XWU6XL9xI4k *

I did not understand. All I knew was that I'd been drawn to this place in the middle of the twentieth century & that the Doctor was holding out on me. Surprise, surprise.

"Doctor!" I yelled, attempting to jerk my arm from his grasp. He pulled me behind a car, out of view of the red-head, who had looked up as soon as I'd yelled his name.

He hushed me. Obviously, he knew this girl & obviously, she knew him. But why were we hiding? What was so dangerous about a ginger with a sense of style (don't answer that).
"Is she dangerous?" I whispered.
"This is dangerous, Talia.  We should not be here." He was distraught, but strongly grounded as he thought up a way to get us to the TARDIS without her seeing.

"Who is she?"
"No one."
"You don't hide from no one."
He sighed after a moment. "No I don't."
He looked at me for a second & asked,"Have I ever told you what the weeping angels will do to you if you don't keep watching?"
I nodded. He'd told me all about them. They send you back in time, where you had to live out your life in the wrong year or decade or even century. And the Doctor could not--for whatever reason-- interfere with the lives of those who were lost to the angels.

Abruptly, I recalled my encounter with the concrete monsters.
"You will not have anyone else," he'd said.
So he'd lost someone to the angels before. And this was her. And we were hiding because he isn't supposed to interfere.

"Can't you just say hi or someth--"
"No. Talia, so many paradoxes could form simply because we're here. The city would burn."
He refused to even look back across the street, but when I did, I saw a man hugging the red-head so close it might have hurt. The child playing hopscotch ran up to the couple screaming "Papa!" & jumped into his father's arms after they'd detached from his wife.
Something inside of me snapped for the very final time. I turned to the Doctor & slapped his face between my hands. He groaned, but stared me in the eyes, surprised.

"You listen to me, you bitter old man. You love them. I can see it in your eyes. The way you look at her...But you think the universe is out to get you. You think you have to follow time's petty little rules. You think you can conquer it when you're in the TARDIS, but as for right here, right now, you think you're helpless. Well, let me tell you something mister: I've known you for a third of my life, & if there's anything I've learned it's that you are wrong. You're always so so very wrong," his eyes rolled.
"Timedoes not control you..," I spoke more softly now,"And you don't control it...Doctor, you are a force of nature. You keep pretending as if the universe is so strict...like its rules are unbendable. But you've just got to apply the right amount of pressure..."
I let his face go, but his eyes stayed gently locked on mine until they drifted through the car window & across the street. I watched him take in the sight of the beautiful family he'd been depriving himself of. The couple was on the ground with their son, helping him to draw the name "Anthony Brian Williams" with pavement chalk.
The Doctor smiled when the girl laughed, and a different kind of tear ran down his face this time.
He turned to me, and we smiled together until he pulled me into a hug.

"Thank you," he whispered, holding me tightly.

*I genuinely hope this gave someone a few feels. Emotional walls broken down, bonding, resolved issues! Opinions?*