Just something quick I whipped up. Please enjoy.

Summary: On a far flung world, a child visits a memorial dedicated to the last of the Time Lords.

Spoilers: Post "Wedding of River Song"

Disclaimer: I do not own Doctor Who. I don't even own the name Jarras, I just thought it sounded like a really cool name for a planet.


Snow blanked the ground as the child walked a steady beat, the sound of crunching underfoot loud in the night. The sun had fallen only an hour before, but already the temperature was beginning to drop below freezing.

It had been a ritual of her people for the last century. This day, one hundred winters ago, the planet of Jarras had received a message: The Doctor, the Last of the Time Lords, was dead. The one who had intervened and prevented a civil war, brought peace back to Jarras, was gone.

She stumbled a bit as her boot caught on a branch. Her mother would fuss at her for being out after dark, but she was 11, she could take care of herself. She drew her coat even closer to herself.

The memorial wasn't big, only about a meter tall and half as wide. The words on it were as familiar to her as her own name.

The Doctor

Last of the Time Lords

Died: aged 1103

Location: Sol III

There weren't any other mentions of his life, where he'd been born, or even how he'd died. Only this simple memorial, with its simple writing that conveyed so much more.

It had become a tradition over the years for someone to stand watch at the memorial every year, but since nothing had happened since she'd been born, the tradition had fallen by the wayside and now the memorial had vines and stuff growing on it. Typical, she thought, gets inconvenient, and everyone thinks someone else can do it.

She was brought out of her musings by the sight of someone standing at the memorial. For a moment, she thought about turning around, since someone else had made the effort this year, even cleaned it off. Only a moment though as curiosity won out and she hid behind the closest tree.

His back was to her. He was young, she could tell from the back of his head. Dark, thick, brown hair. His shoulders were sloped, as though there was a heavy weight upon them, a curious contradiction. He wore a jacket made of what looked like tweed. His dark pants and boots just didn't suit a person who would stand watch.

He sighed, the sound loud in the quiet forest.

"I know you're there," he said, just loud enough for her to hear. "You can come out, I don't bite."

Eyes wide, she slowly walked into the open. "Er, hi?"

He turned to her and she drew in a quick breath. Green eyes, impossibly old but still twinkling, peered into her pale blue eyes. His face was long, his chin funny-looking. His hair flop nearly covered one eye. A black bowtie had bits of white snow dotting it.

"Of course, if you ask my wife, she might say differently."

She didn't know what to say except–

"You're not from around here, are you?"

He chuckled. "No, no, I'm not. If I told you who I was, you'd never believe me. But what's your name?"


"Well, nice to meet you, Leya. What are you doing out here after dark?"

He motioned to a nearby stone bench and they sat down, facing the memorial.

She nodded at the memorial. "No one's been coming down here for years. I was gonna start coming last year, but Mum found out."

He raised one, well, sorta eyebrow. "You're not supposed to be here, then?"

She squared her shoulders. "I'm eleven now, I can handle it."

He laughed. "You remind me of someone I used to travel with, Amelia, her name was. She didn't like it when people tried to tell her she was wrong, even when she had proof she was right."

"What happened to her?"

He smiled. "She's home, she's safe. Married too, I suppose I need to pop by and say hi sometime." He leaned over and whispered, though why she didn't know, they were alone in the woods, "They are my in-laws now, after all."

She gaped at him.

There was silence, broken only by the sound of the strange man using his feet to play with the snow.

"Speaking of family, you'd better run home. You're gonna be in enough trouble anyway."

She wrinkled her nose. "Mum's gonna be so mad."

He patted her head. "She's a good mum, I'm sure she'll be ok."

"Can't you come with me? Explain to her?" Her eyes were wide.

He shook his head. "No, Leya. I've got to get going. Things to do, people to visit, planets to explore. Maybe another time."

She nodded. The two stood and departed, the child going back the way she'd come, the man taking a different route to a nearby bright blue box, hidden from passers-by.


Second half coming soon.