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[licenseartistic] April 2009 - "It's living that's the hassle."

Title: "Never Again"
Prompt: "There is nothing wrong with loving. It's living that's the hassle."
Character: The Tenth Doctor
Warnings: None except Spoilers for the special Planet of the Dead.
Pairings: None in the 'ship sense.
Fandom: Doctor Who
Word count: 450
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: The Doctor and all other mentioned characters are property of the BBC, and are used without permission.


Nine hundred and some-odd years old, been from one end of the universe to the other (or, you know... as much as you can get to the "end" of something that's infinite in size, of course, but then I'm getting off of the topic) and seen the creation of everything and the end of everything, that's me. So you would think that somewhere, sometime in all of that, I'd have learned:

It always happens.

Always.

What I do is help people. Pink people, blue people, little tiny invisible to the naked eye people, bug people, cat people, so-much-skin-they're-always-wrinkly people... all of them. I'm here to help, wherever "here" happens to be, and I do my best not to judge or the side of anybody except the ones who need my help. It's what I do, what I am-- it's part of the reason I'm called the Doctor.

And I'm clever-- oh yes am I ever clever. Cleverer than ever, in fact.

So when it comes to helping people, I'm usually a real crack hand at it. If I try to help you, you usually get good and helped. But sometimes, even the Doctor needs a little help, too.

More to the point, no matter where I go and what I do, someone else steps up and wants to help as well. There are some really wonderful, selfless individuals out there in the universe, and there are others who see an opportunity for excitement or fulfillment and they reach out and grab it. Either way, or for whatever other reasons, someone always steps up.

They're marvelous, these people. Absolutely beautiful and brilliant, every one of them that I've been blessed to know.

And then they go away. And then I lose them.

Lady Christina de Souza was one of that second lot. A thrill-seeking, adrenaline-loving spitfire of a human being who went for the ride of her life and adored every lovely second of it.

And yes... yes... I adored every lovely second, too. In fact, I enjoyed it so much that I knew without a doubt that it had to end, as coldly and sharply as it could.

Those blue eyes were wide and wild and full of the exceptional energy of life that humans have in such abundance, though so painfully few of them ever experience. I saw the admiration and excitement and the love and then I saw the disappointment and the confusion.

"You said it yourself. We were made for each other."

I did, Lady Christina. We were perfect together.

And so it would be that much harder when I lost you, because I lose them all.

I won't do that to anyone, ever again-- never again.
Tags: artistic license, companions, lady christina
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