Not A Companion

What happens when a lonely god finds a shooting star?
The Match Head travels through worlds, with nothing but an unusual pocket watch, and a peculiar pencil. Everywhere she goes, the Void follows. And with the Tenth Doctor's life approaching an end, he becomes the perfect target for the dark creatures within.
Neither of them expected the chance meeting to lead to mutual fascination...or obsession.

(Featuring strong language, mutual obsession, romance, subtle smut, crossovers and ANGST. Ya'll have been warned. If you don't like DW or Tenth Romance, don't read this.)
((This fic is based at the very end of Tenth's life, starting right before he would have returned to the Planet of the Ood to kickstart events of the finale. I wanted to play around with the concept of a companion who isn't really a companion, but rather a traveller of sorts with their own set of rules and ways of travel, and on equal(ish) footing with the Time Lord rather than an ordinary human. Yes there's a healthy dose of complicated/doomed romance because I'm a sucker for writing romance. I think it's fun. My favourite incarnation of the Doctor is perfect for that if I manage to pull it off. This is also the start of my take on the scrapped TimeLord Victorious plot line and the scenic route to get to that outcome.
There are also subtle crossovers to Primeval and various other franchises.))

(This is just me being a silly fan and wiritng stories I either shelved or tossed reimagined as Doctor Who episodes featuring my favourite era of the show and my own OCs and lore. Its nothing deep, just fun so anyone is welcome, just be respectful xox )