Everybody knows that everybody dies, but not every day. Not today. Some days are special. Some days are so, so blessed. Some days, nobody dies at all. Now and then, every once in a very long while, every day in a million days, when the wind stands fair and the Doctor comes to call - everybody lives.
Author’s Notes: Here it is, my first Doctor Who fic. I wrote this with the Tenth Doctor in mind but as it’s not specified it could just as well be any Doctor that strikes your fancy. A million thanks to ShadowLink5 for beta reading.
I don’t own anything, no copyright infringement is intended and no profit is made, this is just a hobby.
If he had been a spiritual man he might have called it fate, as it was he really didn’t believe in that sort of thing, no, not at all. And if there actually was such a thing as destiny he was sure the universe wouldn’t be so kind to him, it sure as hell hadn’t been so far.
Which is why he knew it was just a coincidence that she would walk through the door mere seconds after he’d had a last minute cancellation.
She wore jeans and a hoodie, her bleached hair was pulled up in a messy ponytail and she had on way too much mascara; she was without a doubt the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. “Hello, I’m looking for the Doctor?”