Author's Notes:
Written For: Challenge 037: Old friends at dw100.

Spoilers: Gridlock.

I'm posting these drabbles in prompt order, which unfotunately means that I'm posting this one shortly after posting a ficlet on the same theme. Apologies to my readers, it was just the luck of the draw.

Summary: The Face of Boe’s life is coming to an end.

The Face of Boe had been waiting for this moment a long, long time, patient as only one so immensely old can be. He’d seen more than any other being that had ever lived, more even than the Doctor, his oldest friend, but finally his time was running out. He’d used his life force to protect the people in the under-city for the past twenty-four years. Now their salvation was at hand and he had just enough strength left to complete one final act.

He had a message for the Doctor.

“You are not alone.”

With that, he was gone.

The End