A/N: Ok, so I'm going to strike out into new territory with a Doctor Who story. It may seem a bit undoctor-like at first, but not for long, I promise. As I've said, this is my first Doctor Who fic, so be kind, but reviews are always welcome! I hope you enjoy, and review, review, review!! It makes me want to write more. Thanks!


The walls of the TARDIS surrounded him like always, but it was anything but home. He was alone, again. Martha was gone, he'd taken her home, afraid that she would end up like Rose and he couldn't deal with that. He didn't want to take another companion, even if it meant he would be alone, forever. Alone, that's what he was. Sure he'd been alone many times in his 900 years, but this was different. He felt empty, lifeless; the only thing that kept him moving about the universe was his duty as the last of the time lords.

His head throbbed and he took it in his hands, running his fingers through his messy brown hair. It still irked him that it wasn't ginger, he'd been hoping for ginger, but that was behind him now. Now, he had other things to worry about, other things to occupy his mind. He missed Rose terribly and had since he'd left her, and now he missed Martha too. This was why he didn't want to take another companion, it hurt too much.

When he'd lost Rose, his two hearts felt as though they were being torn from his body, he'd wanted to die. He'd wished for death, wished that he could die, but he couldn't even do that right, all he could do was regenerate. Regenerate and continue living, and for what? To save the universe, save the universe? Let it sod off for all he cared.

He sighed, shaking his head as he surveyed the interior of the TARDIS. He couldn't do that, he couldn't let the universe destroy itself-he had a duty. He had a duty to his people, as the last of the time lords, to protect the universe from whatever might try to annihilate it.

A few angry noises from the TARDIS woke the Doctor from his reverie. He looked up through cloudy brown eyes, moving a few stray pieces of hair out of his line of sight, and groaned. Sometimes he hated being telepathic.

'Not now, not now, anytime but now…' He thought, running his hands over his cheeks in frustration. Some more blips and whirrs were his answer.

The Doctor sighed, knowing what he had to do. 'All right, fine, I'm going. We're going, but where to now?' A couple more noises.

'America? It would be America.' He groaned, moving over to the center console and entering the coordinates. After pulling a few more levers and hitting a couple more buttons he was on his way.


A/N: All right, so that was it, what do you think? Please review!! More to come!!!