For @pers-books for the fanfic kiss meme, for Eight & Lucie + 12 in grief.
He finds her afterwards, sitting on what’s left of the wall, rubbing a grimy hand across her smoke-stained face.
“Don’t mind me,” she says, sniffing. She musters a smile, a soldier’s brave smile, for him. “I’m all right. S’just.” She gestures outward at the debris littering the courtyard. Fires are still burning. Bodies are still lying there. “Smoke in my eyes, that’s all.”
“Lucie.” He sits beside her. “It was a brave last stand.”
“Yeah. It’s just – I asked them to do it. And I know we won – mostly. I know we’d have all died if someone hadn’t done something – but –” Her face creases. “Shut up like that for weeks on end. You really get to know people, don’t you? And then – this bleedin' mess.”
The Doctor slides his hand into hers, and then, deliberately, softly, kisses her smutty temple. “And none so brave as their gallant captain.”
She closes her eyes, then, and leans her head against his velvet-coated shoulder. The Doctor puts his arm around her, pulls her in more tightly.
“I know, Lucie,” he says under his breath. “I know.”