Fallen Angel

He could have chosen to leave her, and he should have, but he would not leave her, a broken, fallen angel to die, Death would come for her, ready to take her, The Doctor wouldn't let it happen, even though he knew that Death was the only permanent companion he ever had. He had carried her to his TARDIS, and tended to her wounds. He had then left her, he loved her, he never wanted to give her up without a fight. He wasn't about to let Death knock at her door, and take her away. She was a Fallen Angel, not a dead one.

The nights after she healed, he would watch her sleep, her form, that of a young girl, with hair as black as the nights he would lay awake tormented by the nightmares of Death coming for her, would shake from sobbing. He wished to comfort her while she slept, but he would not dare approach without her request. But still, he loved her. he wanted to protect her.

There were nights when she could be found sitting on the grated floor, wings laid across it. those were the nights he did approach her, hold her, tell her that he would protect her. he wished that he could never let go, but one day, he knew he would have to, but he would hold on to her until that day. every night, he prayed that the wretched day would never come. Swearing that if it did, that it would be his permanent death on earth.

The nights where nothing was said at all, were the one he hated the most. those were the days he feared Death would come to claim her, those were the days he loved her the most. He didn't know what made him touch her when she was found beside the river, was it her then-broken form? Or perhaps the Seal of Rassilon that glowed like fire on her shoulder? the symbol that suggested that she was once of his people? Whatever it was, her rescued her from Death, and he intended to keep it that way, forever, but not forever, he couldn't keep her from Death forever.

He never took her anywhere, not because she was a stubborn little twat, (She wasn't), but because she was an angel, the most beautiful creatures in the universe. Even his presence was almost completely unwelcomed.

But one day, death did come for her, it held her lifeless body, and passed The Doctor by, but The Fallen Angel did take with her, the part of him that did die when she did. And now, he lies awake at night, waiting for her presence, that would never come again, he was plagued by nightmares of her, calling out his name, reaching for him. but when he'd awake, she wasn't there. The night when she was healed, she kissed him, haunted him the most.

Sometimes, he almost saw her standing in the crowd, or approaching him, but every time he reached out for her, she would vanish, Once again, leaving him alone. And now, he longs for the day he would die, to see his beautiful, wonderful, Fallen Angel, and to finally hold her in his arms forever.

Because, only no one understands the pain the kiss of Fallen Angel leaves behind.