Just like old times, they were running for their lives, hand in hand. She’d been inches from death only moments before and now the Doctor was babbling away about matrixes and ghosts and she just wanted to kiss him until he couldn’t speak. But they had to keep moving. Had to find their way out of the cloisters below the capitol of Gallifrey.
The General caught up with them. Same uniform, different face.
Between the Doctor and the General, she discovered what had happened in the confession dial. Four and a half billion years with one goal in mind. Four and a half billion bloody years of torture, all to bring her back.
And she knew she had to say it, at last. The one thing she’d been holding back all this time. The one thing she had once promised never to say again. Her hands shook but her voice was steady as she poured out her heart in a low whisper.
For a moment, the Doctor said nothing. Then he drew her close, wrapping his arms around her small frame. Into her hair, he whispered, “I told you something once. About Time Lords and mating for life. Do you remember that?”
She nodded, her cheek rubbing against the rough fabric of his new jacket. “Yeah.”
“For you…” he took a deep breath, hands fisting in her jumper. “For you, I would.”
say you love me 