Well, this is it. Everything I have been working towards. The final chapter. But don't worry, as Ryan would say, the stories go on. The next part of this has already been started, and most of it has been planned out to keep it going for a while, and then there are the stories I haven't even started yet. Ryan and Troy's adventure isn't over. When the final page is turned and the book closed, they don't just go away. Those two will carry on forever.

Sorry those lines were corny, I'm in a bit of a funny mood just now. This chapter, when I read it back just now, seems to be a bit rushed, but for the love of me, I can't find how to fix it. I'm really exhausted just now, and I need a break from writing. I've been working on five different stories at the same time, so I'm taking a few weeks off, to get fresh and ready for the next part.

Thank you to everyone who has read and reviewed this story. It means so much, you have no idea how much, that the stuff I write can find a place in your hearts. Thanks for taking this version of the two guys we all love into your life for the last two months. I'm amazed at how many people seem to like the idea of pairing Ryan and Doctor Who together. At first, I thought no one would get it, but you have, and I owe you all so much, from the kind reviews, to the messages, to the few friends I've made.

Oh, and the final few paragraphs were how I originally started this story on paper. It seemed fitting that I ended with this, especially as it sort of brings the story full circle to how it started, with Ryan writing about his Doctor.

So, for the last time in this part of the story, enjoy.

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Can’t say I was excited about going into school Monday morning.

I know Troy wasn’t looking forward to it. After a week of being absent, and with all the rumours going around that were way off the scale it wasn’t funny anymore.

Shar skipped classes on Friday to go visit Troy, which I am so grateful to her for, for setting things straight, so to speak. But even she missed out on the nasty gossip that was flying around.

According to Gabriella, the basketball team had found out about Troy’s attempted suicide, and were starting to rethink their taunts. She even says that Chad was feeling so ashamed with himself about it all. Apparently when he found out his best friend had tried to top himself, he’d gone to Taylor’s and confessed everything.

From spreading the news about Troy and me, to confessing that he still loved Troy like a brother.

The weekend was good for the both of us, but bad for the third party I was involved with. Yep, for those hours since returning home and leaving him until someone, who shall remain nameless - cough Sharpay cough - mentioned what I was gonna do about him now that it seemed ‘you and Troy are doing the horizontal smooching’ - her words, not mine – Glynn had totally been forgotten about.

So I went to see him on the Sunday night.

I told him all about Troy, what happened with his father, at school, the Friday night me and Troy spent together. I told him everything.

See, the thing about Glynn is I couldn’t bare to lie to him. He had so patient with me ever since we met, and was such an emotional guy that I had to be honest with him.

I could sit here and write that he got really angry, he beat me senseless, told me that I wasn’t leaving him for someone else, but he wasn’t like that.

He just sat there, didn’t cry, didn’t say anything. He just kissed me once, his own way of saying goodbye I’d become used to over the last few weeks, and that was the last I saw of him for nearly a year.

So Monday morning was weighing down on me. Not only had I just got rid of this amazing guy who loved the real me, not only was I just trying to start something with Troy, but the comments and insults I was anticipating as we headed into that school was playing havoc with my brain.

I’d left that morning with Shar as usual and she drove us over to Troy’s like she said she would, but one thing was missing. My books.

It finally dawned on me last night. My stories were just a way to make my fantasies come to life. Troy as The Doctor taking me around the universe, the two of us so very much in love, being separated on two separate worlds supposedly never seeing him again. The version of Glynn who found the Tardis to help me find The Doctor. The illusions of The Doctor in my mind, telling me to give him up, to wake up and live my life.

Who needs stories like that when I have the real Doctor right beside me…

I knew Troy was feeling apprehensive about walking in to that building. Even leaving the car, we heard the whispered comments. God knows how it would be once it was the entire school looking down on us.

But you know, once we were actually in there, everyone staring at us, girls cooing, having a few people come up and say they were cool with it… really made all the difference.

Troy’s basketball buddies even seemed to be making the effort. But there was person I hadn’t seen yet, and that was the person I knew Troy was waiting on.

I didn’t see him walking up to us until he was right there, and for a second, I thought he was gonna deck Troy.

Chad asked if they could talk, and they disappeared for about five minutes. It wasn’t until they came back with a smile on their faces that I let the breath I didn’t know I was holding out.

From what Troy told me later that night, Chad was feeling so guilty that, in a way, he’d made Troy do what he did, and he was sorry and apologetic and everything for what he’d said, to both me and Troy, what he’d done, all that.

I was a bit sceptical, I mean, only a week before he seemed like the most homophobic shit I’d met. But apparently, he and Troy were bros, and he would learn to get used to the idea of me and him.

He did continue with a few harmless gay jokes every now and then, but he did seem to be okay with it eventually.

Even Darbus made a few comments about us when we finally got into her class. She suggested that people being gay had been so influential to the drama and music business and that she was glad to have ‘two talented young artistes’ on her stage.

She really can talk a load of crap some times.

But she did apologise about not being able to hear us perform on the day of the call backs, and suggested that we stay behind after school, and perform for her.

Of course Troy did sing his S Club song, but for the first time, I didn’t cry. I can’t explain it, I did have a few tears in my eyes at hearing him sing it – performing for me, he admitted later – but they were nothing compared to how I usually was.

Something about being with Troy… he’s changing me already.

She did eventually have Kelsi work on writing a few additional songs for the play, and she ended up creating two new roles for us. We weren’t the main stars, but we got to sing and perform, so I guess she can be good for some things.

But before we even made it to Darbus’ ‘auditions’ that day, there was one more major shock in store for us.

Or mainly for Troy.

His dad had left the school.

Quit. Resigned. Fired. We didn’t know the proper story at the time, and even though his mother had kicked him out of the house, I seriously don’t think Troy expected to not see him at the school.

His words that he said to me really were true – he really had lost his son.

That night after Troy’s wonderful rendition of that song, he treated me to my own private little performance. A medley of the most perfect voice singing various parts of their songs. Yeah, it was still S Club, and yeah there was a few times when he got the words wrong.

But who needs to worry over the wrong lyrics?

And almost every night since, even on the nights when we were apart, he would lull me to sleep with that voice of his.

Even now, twenty two years later, at the age of forty, he still whispers those songs to me at night.

As I write this, I can hear the sounds of the Tardis approaching, and I await the return of My Doctor. Of course, his car could never reach the distances that the Tardis ever could, and no matter how old I am, and how long it’s been since I last wrote about him, Troy will always be My Doctor.

In reality, however, he has loved me in a way ‘The Doctor’ never could.

My Doctor Troy. He can take me away in his Tardis any day.

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My name is Ryan Evans, and I live on planet Earth. This is where I was born, and this is where I will some day die.

For the first seventeen years of my life nothing really happened. Not much. Very rarely. But then I met a guy called Troy Bolton. A guy who taught me love. He showed me the world, showed me how to live, and showed me how good my future would one day become.

I thought it would never last more than six months.

At least that’s what I thought.

But then came his proposal. And then came the wedding, and our son. And from there it just continued.

But that’s a story for another time.

For this is the story of how I lived.