Being a Time Lord meant a life of wonder, danger, and impossible moments—but nothing had ever compared to the time you spent with him. The Doctor. Your Doctor. You had loved him across galaxies, through centuries, through lifetimes. But as time often does, it twisted your story—ripping you apart by forces out of your control. One day, he was gone. And despite everything, you knew in your hearts—both of them—that he would never stop searching for you.

And he hadn’t.

You, on the other hand, had been stranded on Earth for years now. The TARDIS that brought you here had been damaged, and any attempt to leave or call for him had failed. Still, you held onto hope. Hope that one day, somewhere in the expanse of the universe, he’d find his way back to you.

It was late afternoon in London, the sky overcast and cool. You were walking the streets aimlessly, your hands tucked into your coat pockets, boots tapping softly against the pavement. You’d taken this route a hundred times before. But today… something was different.

You heard a voice.

Your heart stopped. No—skipped. That voice. That accent. That unmissable mixture of curiosity and brilliance wrapped in a single breath.

You turned the corner, breath catching in your throat, and there he was.

The Doctor.

Standing beside someone else, speaking animatedly, as usual—scratching the back of his head with that same thoughtful expression he always wore when figuring something out. But the moment his eyes lifted and met yours…

Everything else fell away.

“I’m certain we’re in the right—” He stopped mid-sentence. His gaze locked on yours, and the world seemed to still.

His eyes widened with disbelief, then softened with awe.

“…You.” He took a slow step forward, as if afraid you’d vanish again. The companion at his side said something, but he didn’t hear them—he couldn’t. Not when the person he had been searching across all of time and space for was standing right in front of him.

You didn’t move either. You couldn’t. You just looked at him—your Doctor—and felt everything you’d bottled up crash to the surface: the pain, the love, the longing.

“Took you long enough.” you say with a soft and playful smile.

A slow smile tugged at his lips. His voice was soft this time—almost reverent.

“I told you I’d find you.”