Hurt
Some people would call the Doctor cruel. Some would call him heartless. In fact, he was the opposite off that. Some would say the Doctor was death. In 900 years, he had met so many people. Some of them died. Some carried on with their lives helping others. Some travailed with him. All ended up leaving him.
They didn't intend too, they just did. And he knew they would. He made most of them. Dropped them home. Or as close to home the TARDIS would let him. It was his ultimate curse to be alone.
He took them home, because he needed to save them. From him. From his curse. Everything he loved died. His friends, his family, his home planet. The Doctor had the curse of immortality. He would get himself into trouble and somehow come out unharmed. He would find ways out of them. Not because he wanted to live, but because he wanted other people to be safe.
He was even able to survive the Time War, when no one else could. Some would say it a gift. But not him. To him it was a curse. He would live on and others would die. In front of his eyes. Evil would hurt others, because deep inside something told them he would not be hurt. But his friends would be.
So he made them leave to spare them the pain. But mostly to spare him the pain, when they were hurt. He would sometimes have someone along for the ride. Let them be trilled by they universe. But he could only keep them safe for so long. So in the end they have to go.
Part of him was happy when Rose went. She was safer with her family than with him. He was danger. Some people would call the Doctor cruel. Some would call him heartless. Some would say the Doctor was death. I would say he was the opposite. What would you say?
Please review. Thanks to Lomeinie, whose fanfics inspired this and What they had to do.