#comapnion

If you have problem choose god,

If you don't have money choose work,

If you don't have everything choose your family,

In the end no matter what happen there still an individual caring for us.

Simple as "We are not ALONE".

- Louper Torres

                        How are you? I know you haven't been noticed for sometime. But it's time someone realizes such beauty. I have something to tell you. Might be a bit long, but i know you'll feel warm at the end. P. S. Read it alone, for i know you would tear, and I have met you a long time ago to know that you do all you can to jold your tears back rather than someone witnessing your most vulnerable moments.

                        Sweet good soul, i have seen your moments. The moments when you laughed from your heart like there was no tomorrow. And when you laughed to cover up some scars. Or when you smiled to cheer up a troubled heart. Maybe smiled at your reflection. Laughed at a meme while scrolling through Facebook, or at your deadlines.

                       You might think that you have been unnoticed. As if nothing special about you. But you never knew that, someone will call tonight and open up about their deepest sorrows. Or someone else will see the hurt in your laughter once and reach to you. Maybe it will heal a heart. Or flutter another. Let alone that who will forever glorify your smile.

                        Now, I have some wishes for you, for the sake of people you have saved, I hope you find someone. Companion. A soul, as good as yours. Someone who'll plant flowers through your scars. Recommend you the kind of books that matches your taste. And music that touches your heart. Someone who'll always brush your tears off and jokes along to see you laugh from your heart. Someone who'll never lose the excitement of discovering your untouched soul, and you'll forever anticipate to unravel their’s. Someone who you'll go on unexpected journeys with, be tourists in your own country. Explore each other's memories and stories. Waste time on useless talk, try new food and go distances to eat a specialty. Understand your thoughts, choices and decisions. Never judge you or change you. And if you changed, they would still love you. See you flourish and speak about it. Never criticize you. And if you did something wrong, they would advise you on a cup of tea. Bring you flowers for no specific reason, but just to make you smile.

day 7: formal

He pulled at the collar and the tie, nervous. He was literally on edge and couldn't stay still, moving and twitching and fiddling with the tux. Formal wear really wasn't his thing at all. He raised a hand to his hair before he remembered that he'd taken the time to do something with it, and lowered his hand. He put his hands in his pockets and then took them out.

Then he saw her, and he felt every muscle and nerve calm and relax, a smile formed on his lips and he melted. She was beautiful, and he loved her.

 day 8: companion (s)

Connor stared at the blue Police box in front of their flat, right near the curb. That had most definately Not been there yesterday. Eyes wide, he took a step down the stairs, and stopped again.

"Conn, c'mon we're going to be late!" Abby didn't look at it, merely exited their flat and locked the door before walking swiftly down the steps and towards her car. "Stop faffing around and get in the car, love." She added when he didn't join her.

"Abbs..."

"What, Connor?" She stopped and turned around, raising an eyebrow. He wrenched his attention away from what looked an awful lot like the TARDIS from Doctor Who to admire his Fiance. Beautiful as always. He pointed at the Blue box, turning his head to make sure it was still there.

"Look, Abby. Look."

She looked, and then raised both eyebrows at him.

"I didn't put it there, Abbs, honest."

"Are you sure? Not Duncan playing a trick on us or something?" She was skeptical, but he was already headed towards it. "Connor! Wait for me, at least?" She shook her head in amusement. He'd open it and be dissapointed, and she'd have the job of cheering him up. She didn't mind, she loved her Connor, the dork that he was. He did wait for her, standing in front of the strangely out-of-place Police Box.

Then they leapt back as the door opened and - They both stared in amazement at the man who grinned out at them.

"Hello there."

Hey, if there are holes in time and space called anomalies, why can't the star of Connor's favorite TV show be real in some dimension? She took Connor's hand, holding him back. They had a life here, why should they go off on adventures? They were going to be married in a week's time, their jobs were more important than ever, and they still hadn't gotten their friends - Jess and Becker - to admit they liked each other.

"Please, Abbs?" She rolled her eyes. If this really was the Doctor, a Time Lord - however impossible, no, improbable, that sounded - for all they knew they could get back within days of their leaving, right?

"So now we're your companions, right?" She commented more than asked, staring around her with a smile to match Connor's dazed grinning expression at the inside of the TARDIS. There was no way this was not real.

Inside, Connor was dancing a jig, and he could hardly form words. He just gaped around him, at the Doctor, at the Tardis, and Abby was just happy to see him so happy. Since New Dawn he'd been a mess, sometimes blooming with happiness and acting like his old self, and at other times - namely when someone was injured or he'd had no luck at figuring out the anomalies - he was like he'd been in the bunker in the future, depressed. Right now, though, she ran at him and hugged him tight, before looking at the Doctor.