Fics like litany for a reunion

“What are you, then?” he asked. “If you’re not a hallucination – perhaps you’re some kind of coping mechanism. There must be a fragment of your consciousness left in the TARDIS’ databanks.” Turning his eyes towards the central column again, he focused his mind on the ship’s singing. “Is this your doing?” But she was quiet. If it had been her – he would have expected some sort of self-satisfied hum, at least. “I don’t know what I am,” Jamie said, a little plaintively. “Just that I’m here. With you.” Something in the Doctor’s chest softened, at that. He reached out, a little uselessly, like he could grasp Jamie’s arm and squeeze it until he smiled. “Well, ah -” He cleared his throat. “You’re certainly not unwelcome, whatever you are.” A link between minds is a difficult thing to break, even across great distances. Separated by the Time Lords, the Doctor and Jamie might just find that the bond between them leads them home.