Disclaimer: I, unfortunately, own nothing. If I owned anything this fic would be unnecessary, because Doomsday would never have happened.

Timeline: Immediately post Doomsday - just after the beach scene.


His hearts fell to pieces even as he refused to accept that she was really gone. He denied the wetness on his cheeks – he wasn't crying, because that would mean it was real. That would mean he might not be able to fix this.

He had run out of time – his hearts broke just that little bit more at the thought of what he hadn't said, at the thought that he had wasted time with meaningless words like "quite right, too". Her name lingered on his tongue, it's sweetness turning bitter as he thought of the words which now may never follow it.

With a breath he steadied himself, and slowly a look of resolve settled over his face, still streaked with his silent tears. He walked determinedly over to the console and began setting the controls.

It was simple logic really, that had spurred him to action. He had said it himself, hadn't he? It was completely impossible for him to reach her. Which made it the one thing (other than attracting trouble) he truly excelled at.

No, this was not the end, this was just a blip.

'Out of the night that covers me,

Black as the Pit from pole to pole,

I thank whatever gods may be

For my unconquerable soul.'


A/N: This is just a prologue to see if anyone's interested. If I get reviews you get more chapters, and longer too - so Review! (Pwetty Pwease? lol). The quote at the end is the first verse of a favourite poem of mine, Invictus, by Willan Ernest Henley.