AN: So, I was listening the song Hallelujah by Rufus Wainwright, and I came up with this one-shot. I really picture Eight playing the piano and he probably has a beautiful voice, don't you? I just picture him as a dreamer and romantic. Well, tell me what you think!

Disclaimer: I do not own Eight nor Grace. And the song's by Rufus Wainwright, great singer/songwriter!

Grace hurried down the hallway. Her blue dress, which the Doctor bought for her, fell exactly the way she wanted it to fall. She looked truely stunning, but the Opera would start in half an hour, and it wouldn't wait for them to arrive. The Doctor was probably still in the console room.
She softly cursed the timelord as she shuffeled her bare feet along the cold floor. Suddenly she heared music coming from the console room. She didn't recognise the voice who sung it, but it was beautiful. When she arrived at the doorway, she saw, to her surprise, the Doctor behind his piano forte. He never used before, at least; not in her company, but he was very good, she noticed. She stood there, and listened. His blue cotton shirt rolled up to his elbows, underneath his black velvet vest, already clothed to go.
He obviously hadn't hear her coming down the hallway, and she was affraid to disturb the beautiful song.
The words where now easily to hear, and she recognised them as English.

"I heard there was a secret chord
That David played and it pleased the Lord
But you don't really care for music, do you?
It goes like this, the fourth, the fifth,
the minor fall, the major lift,
the baffled king composing Hallelujah


His long fingers where caressing the piano and he played so lightly, as if he barely touched the keys. He seemed to know the notes and text from heart, there was no sheetmusic.

"Your faith was strong but you needed proof,
you saw her bathing on the roof,
her beauty in the moonlight overthrew you
She tied you to a kitchen chair,
she broke your throne, she cut your hair,
and from your lips she drew the Hallelujah


The way the words came out of the Doctors mouth was so melangolique and moving, as if he had written the song himself. As if the song was about him and his life.
Grace closed her eyes and listened further to the beautiful music.

"Maybe I have been here before,
I know this room; I have walked this floor,
I used to live alone before I knew you
I've seen your flag on the marble arch,
love is not a victory march, it's a cold and its a broken Hallelujah


There was a time you let me know whats really going on below,
but now you never show it to me, do you?
Remember when I moved in you;

the holy dark was moving too,
and every breath we drew was Hallelujah


A tear rolled down Grace's cheek. She always had a weakness for sad songs, but this song touched her deep in her heart. It felt like it was written about herself.

"Maybe there's a God above,
and all I ever learned from love
was how to shoot at someone who outdrew you
And its not a cry you can hear at night,
its not somebody who's seen the light,
its a cold and its a broken Hallelujah


Grace didn't even notice the music stopped and the Doctor had moved towards her. She could feel his arm around her and he smiled: "I knew you were listening."

She put her head on his shoulder. His finger wiped her tears away and he kissed her hair.

"Now, the Opera won't wait for us, does it?" He said happily and let go of her. "Come on."
Grace smiled and nodded. She walked after him and grabbed his hand.



"That was beautiful."