The moonlight cast a bluish light through the windows while the bare feet moved down the hallway and a shadowy figure moved closer to the double doors. Careful not to make too much noise, the figure walked into the bedroom and headed for the foot of the bed. Jackie slept with her head on Pete’s chest as she softly sighed and Pete gently snored. The brown eyes blinked as the shadowed figure stood there and thought back to that day on the beach.
“I love you,” he had whispered in Rose’s ear as she gave him a stunned look then kissed him. His single heart swelled and nearly burst from that kiss but she broke away from him when the TARDIS dematerialized. She ran a few steps then stopped and he walked slowly toward her, sliding her hand into his. Her hand fit perfectly in his and she looked at him with such sadness in her eyes. They were shocked to hear the TARDIS coming back when the doors opened and the Doctor and Donna walked out, heading toward them. The Doctor handed him a coral from the TARDIS and Donna explained what to do with the coral when they left and they were again alone on the beach. Jackie told them that they had to go as they walked toward her but their dream of traveling the stars were ruined when Tony had gotten hold of the coral and smashed it to bits with a hammer.
“I’m so sorry,” was all Jackie could say as he held the smashed bits in his hands and saw the fear in her eyes. Rose told him that his eyes had turned jet black and he locked himself in the room that Jackie had given him for two weeks. He only opened the door for meals and looked tired and defeated when Rose used the spare key and had snuck into the room. He hadn’t shaved or bathed and his eyes were red from crying.
That was a year ago and he tried so hard to find out who and what he was but he knew that he couldn’t do that as long as he was around people that reminded him of all he lost. Pete was nice enough to get him some identification as he reminded himself that he had packed them in one of the suitcase but he also knew he was going to have to get some new ones once he found a place to live. He wasn’t John Smith, he knew that, and had picked out a new name that he hoped Rose wouldn’t remember the Doctor using on one of their adventures.
Sighing, he walked quietly walked out of the room as he silently closed the door then walked down the hallway and stood in front of the door to Tony’s room. Quietly opening the door, he walked to the bed when he looked down and could just see Tony snuggled under the duvet. He looked down at the teddy bear that Tony had begged Jackie for the last few weeks as he gently slid the teddy bear under the duvet then leaned over, kissing the top of Tony’s head. Tony sighed but didn’t wake up as he left the room and silently closed the door behind him. Heading down the hallway, he stood in front of the door to Rose’s room when he placed his hand against the door then knelt down, sliding the piece of paper under the door. Standing up, he walked to the top of the stairs when he sat down and placed the converse sneakers on. The suitcases sat next to him as he looked at them and stood up, picked the suitcases up and headed down the stairs. He knew how to deactivate the home security system as he pushed the buttons then opened the front door and looked out at the dark night. Turning back around, he looked up at the stairs when he sighed and blinked his eyes.
Nodding, he walked outside when he placed the suitcase down then closed the door, picked the suitcase up and headed down the stairs. The taxi cab was waiting at the gate as he walked toward it while the driver got out and placed the suitcases in the boot of the taxi cab. They both got in the taxi cab as the taxi cab pulled away from the curb and he turned, watching the mansion growing smaller in the distance. Sighing, he turned around then placed the side of his head against the glass and tears trickled down his face as he watched the scenery going by.
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