Tegan was normally fine. There were hours, days, even weeks when she didn't think of the Doctor at all. Then all of a sudden she'd hear a song, see a glimpse of a fair-haired young man, and suddenly the loss would hit her. A crippling, sharp pain, even worse for being unexpected. She'd expected to miss him, she'd known that, but she hadn't expected to miss him quite so much. She hadn't expected to discover that once, even now, she loved him. And it was just typical of her that'd she'd realise it after she'd left him. And no matter how many times she told herself she had had to leave, that she couldn't stay with a man who would murder in cold blood, she still kept thinking back to the times he'd saved her, smiled at her, reached out for her, and she ached for him. And she'd been fine now, all day, but an old song had come on the radio, a slow, sweet love song, and suddenly his face had appeared in her mind, and once again, she'd lost him.

"Hello."

The voice was distinctly Scottish, and kind, and a touch nervous ,and she looked up. She couldn't see the man properly, the sun was behind him, and it shone brightly into Tegan's face, so she had to shade her eyes, and all she could see of the man was a dark silhouette, standing over her.

"Hi." She said warily.

"I just thought you ought to know." He told her. "He didn't kill Davros. In the end. He thought he could, but he was wrong

"He...He didn't?" she asked, squinting into the sun, trying to make out the face of a stranger who knew Davros's name, but the shadow was too dark. He turned to go, then hesitated, then turned back to her.

"I'm not sure if you should know this." He said slowly, "but he would want you to know. He loved you, in his way. The way of his kind. Right up until the very end, you were always the first thought in his mind."

He raised his hat politely, then left abruptly. Tegan watched him go, across the green, to a young woman waiting for him, and stared after them as they walked down the street.

"Doctor?" she murmured. Then she turned back. So he was dead. That intensely alive young man was dead. Oh, the Doctor still lived, but her Doctor, the one she saw in her dreams was gone.

"He didn't kill Davros." She whispered. "He loved me."

And the sharp aches subsided, leaving only a sweet sorrow in its place. She'd thought she'd been alone in that hopeless heart-breaking love, but she wasn't. And her memories weren't blighted by his murder any more. They had been special, the two of them. They had belonged together. And now...now she was glad she'd left, because she could never have seen him die.

She sat back in her chair, breathing deeply. The weight in her chest had gone. All the guilt and loneliness had gone. All that was left was a distant grief, and a warming love, and peace. Finally, peace had come to Tegan Jovanka