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Summary: Set just after Voyage Of The Damned (Doctor Who 2007 Christmas special) (spoiler alert) The Doctor discusses the nature of love and loss with a certain father figure who has had more than his equal share...

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Dr. Who/Torchwood > Giles-CenteredTheHeartistFR131666041,49625 Dec 0725 Dec 07Yes
A/N: Inspired by this year's brilliantly tragic Doctor Who Christmas special...

Disclaimer (whoops, forgot to add this first time around, naughty me...) The Beeb and Russell T. Davies own Doctor Who, and Grand Marshall Whedon doth own Buffy The Vampire Slayer and the character of Giles. I only write this to exercise my writing muscle and my personal demons :)

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It always ended like this. Him, alone. He could save planets, solar systems, galaxies, universes...but never the ones who meant the most to him, never the ones he loved. First Rose, then Martha (granted she wasn't dead, but she left him, like they all did eventually) and now Astrid. It was a small reprieve when he realised that she would become stardust, free to roam the universe just as she'd always wanted to. But it would be without him.

He strolled across the snow strewn field outside his TARDIS and into a nearby cemetery. The snow was lightly falling and settling on the ground around him, and it was at that point that he remembered that it was Christmas Day 2007 here on Earth. Not unsurprisingly, the cemetery around him was deserted. Or so he thought, until he spotted someone, standing over a gravestone.

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Rupert Giles looked down at the epitaph, and read the words in his head once more:

Janna Kalderash
1973-1998
Loved by the family she was born into and the family she chose for herself

After the destruction of Sunnydale a few years back, Giles had relocated to London and made it a priority to have an epitaph built for her there, the place they'd often said they'd visit together one day, Giles' home. And now here he stood, above the grave of the only woman he ever truly loved, as he always did this time on Christmas Day. Jenny...taken before her time. He was always unable to protect those he cared for the most, even if he could help save the world...it was the way his world worked, and Giles was becoming unsure he could bear that cross any longer. Buffy herself had died twice under his care, then Tara, then Anya... He took his glasses out and began cleaning them and it took a while for him to notice a man wearing a tuxedo standing next to him.

"Janna Kalderash...gypsy name if I'm correct. Relative?" the man asked.

"A loved one...THE one, in a manner of speaking..." Giles said, sensing a feeling of warmth from within the man allowing him to open up in this way.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I've lost a loved one recently too...three, in fact," the man replied ", oh pardon my rudeness, I'm The Doctor."

"Doctor...?" Giles asked.

"A question I'm used to," the man smiled ", no, just The Doctor."

"Oh, right..." Giles replied, cleaning his glasses. He was clearly in a somber mood, no surprises there.

For a moment or two, there was a respectful silence between the two, before Giles spoke.

"Does it get easier? Protecting those you love I mean?" he asked.

"Honestly...no. And losing them leaves scars that will never really heal," the Doctor truthfully replied.

"Then why? Why do fight? We do we keep going?" Giles asked.

"Because we have to. Because they'd want us to. And most importantly, because there's hope. Hope that the fighting will end one day and we will get our happy ending walking off into the sunset," The Doctor replied ", even if it does seem so unrealistic and far away..."

Giles turned his head to face the Doctor, and smiled, straight away seeing the wisdom in the Doctor's words. He was right. Of course he was right. And as the Doctor bid him farewell and left the cemetery, Giles just hoped that in time, the Doctor would believe his own words...

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A/N: And so I get a little introspective there. Don't do it too often, but hey, the plight of the Doctor touched me :D Leave comments and tidbits of writing based happiness, and I hope you all have a great Christmas/Hannukah (delete where applicable) and a happy New Year!

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