Author: thisflowerisscorched
Fandom: Doctor Who
Character: The Eleventh Doctor
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 168


He knew from the moment she grabbed his hand. Or before that, when she stepped through the forcefield. Or maybe even before that. He knew because he saw the curiosity in her eyes. She was brave and bold and a little bit stupid for following him. Though he knew she would.

She'd melted the ice in his hearts and woken the kindness that had been frozen within him.

"I never know why. I only know who."

Her hand folded around the key. A tear rolled down her cheek.

It was supposed to be a beginning. It ended up an ending.

And yet... not.

How had she been here, in Victorian London when she'd died a billion miles and a hundred years away, trapped inside a Dalek? But it was her. The same name. The same fierceness. The same curiosity.

He didn't know how.

Or why.

He only knew who, and that, somewhere in time and space, Clara Oswald was waiting for him to make good on his promise.