A/N: Well, my first Doctor Who fic. Very short. Be kind. Or not. But I would really like some feedback. (As of yet, I've nearly got to the end of Season 3. I really don't like Martha. But, I really love Doctor Who!)
Disclaimer: Don't own it. You'd think that be obvious, I wouldn't be writing fanfics!
Two Pieces of Paper
It was a sentimental thing really, the two pieces the flimsy tissue paper that he kept in his breast pocket.
His companions, the ones after a certain blonde-brunette beauty, would look at him strangely when they caught him getting slightly teary-eyed, over two small pieces of paper.
One red, one pink.
Always close to his heart.