So, this is my first foray into Doctor Who fanfiction. Hopefully it won't be my last, but I guess that all depends on how well I do at it.
This idea came after I had watched The Stolen Earth and Journey's End, so spoilers for those. I had been in a really bad mood, and I couldn't find any episodes until my friend sent me those. After the Doctor sighed his last sigh in that episode, I got up, went to my computer, and wrote this. I hope you enjoy it!
The Doctor turned from Wilfred and walked slowly into the Tardis. Walking around to the other side, he slipped his jacket off and sighed.
Ever since he had said goodbye to Sarah Jane, the first of his friends to leave him this time, he had been avoiding the very idea Donna's granddad had brought up. He was utterly alone for the first time in a long while and he had gotten spoiled. Donna was gone; Martha had her man and UNIT to go back to, or Torchwood if she listened to Jack; Mickey had everything in the world to do if he wanted; Jack had his team and, the Doctor suspected, that handsome Welshman to go back for; Rose was too painful to think about.
No one needed him.
Wilfred's kindness had almost undone his carefully crafted defenses right then and there. The idea that somewhere, someone thought of the Doctor after the battle was over was so tempting, and so unlike anything he had come across before, he had almost broken down.
Because that was the way it was, a large part of the time. He wasn't called unless the universe was ending; once everything was safe no one thought about what he, the Doctor, would do next unless they happened to be coming with him. And that was okay, really. That was the way it had always been. He would be all right.
He was always all right.
Well, that was quite short. I don't usually do drabbles, so seeing something this short is a bit disconcerting. I'm not sure if I got it quite right, but I hope it wasn't too too bad. Drop me a review and let me know.