A/N: Sorry this chapter's short, but it's just the prologue for now. I'll be sure to add a longer, real chapter soon
Yeah I know the whole idea is a bit cliche, but i really wanted to write this... maybe you could give it a chance? :)
Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters other than my OC
Hot tears streamed down the Doctor's face once again as he wandered aimlessly through the TADRIS's seemingly endless halls, alone again. Why did he always end up alone. This time, not even the sweet ethereal whispers of the TARDIS couldn't comfort him.
He had trusted Clara with the information of her past selves, thinking she could handle all the information of what had happened, but it had all been to much for her. He had tried so hard to help her as she internally exploded with all the force of the vortex. She was gone. They were all gone. Amy, Rory, Rose, Martha, Donna, Mickey. All of them had left in one way or another. He could never protect them for long, no matter how hard he tried. It wasn't fair to any of them. All he ever did was mess things up.
Well he wouldn't anymore. He decided then and there that he would not do anything anymore. He was going to park the TARDIS on some desolate, uninhabited planet and spend the rest of his regeneration there, where he couldn't ruin anymore lives.
They need you.
The TARDIS's soft voice floated down the corridor like a cold breeze, but the Doctor ignored her.
Finally the endless hall led to the console room, where he immediately started pushing and pulling the array of knobs and buttons to set the course.
Before he could push anything more, the all movement and noises from the TARDIS stopped, leaving an eery quiet. There was nothing, not even murmurs from her.
And then it all exploded back, invisible forces shoving the Doctor to and fro, swinging the doors open, and tossing him out into the nothingness. He frantically scrambled for a hold on something, anything, but he dropped several feet in a frantic freefall, until he hit the hard ground and was knocked unconsious.