A/N: Spoilers for Last of the Time Lords. This is just a little drabble after Martha says goodbye. Disregards the ship crashing through the TARDIS.
The last of the Time Lords yet again.
The Doctor wandered slowly around the central console of the TARDIS, no destination in mind and lonely once again. He did like having Jack around, and Martha had proven herself to be one of his most resourceful companions ever. But they always left him in the end.
Everyone left him. With each successive loss, it took more and more time to grow to love the people he did surround himself with afterward. It seemed the moment he started feeling like he wasn't alone anymore, that was the moment his companions were snatched away from him.
In some way, he had been looking forward to keeping the Master on the TARDIS with him. A captive friend forever. He had had hopes that the Master would turn around eventually, and they'd wander the universe together, the last Time Lords in the last TARDIS, guardians of what was right…
He wanted to think he wasn't dead. The Master had come back to life so many times before now that it was almost routine. But he had refused to regenerate…but this was the Master. The Doctor couldn't quite begin to believe that he was actually gone of his own free will.
Well. Maybe they would meet again someday. Maybe they wouldn't. The Doctor didn't like hoping for things too much, but as he thought about all the people he'd ever lost, he hoped that he would see his old friend again at least one last time.