Disclaimer: I don't own the Doctor although I would like to! I also don't own "So Beautiful" by Darren Hayes

AN: Well this is my first Doctor Who Fic and will be the second of my completed Fic's as it is all written, just waiting in the wings. Please review it, I really do try to take on board the advice that i get given and even though it is all written it doesn't mean that I won't edit it to incorporate any advice. Let me know if anything seems wrong or the doctor appears out of characte. Loosely a song fic, but it hardly matters, the song is incorporated in the characters actionsso not one of those irrelevant songfics!

Mary Jane

He had come back, back to the last place in the Universe where everything was normal. Absolutely definitely completely normal. It wasn't normal any more though; nowhere was normal any more.

On his last adventure the whole universe had changed; the damage was not irreparable, but the whole of existence was changed all the same. Who would want to repair the damage this time anyway? He supposed damage was the wrong way to put things, it wasn't damage, it was simply change but to him it just seemed like damage. The universe had been changed for the better in some people's eyes, everything was perfect. The whole world was perfect, everyone got the jobs they wanted, every girl got the guy she dreamed of and every war had never happened, everything was perfect. Who was the Doctor to debate this so called perfection? He couldn't deny it, at the time everything was perfect, at least he had thought so then.

He had come back to Earth, back to Edinburgh with Amelia. This time Amelia had decided that it was for the best. Everything was "OK" again back home, all her problems were sorted out and as she put it,

"It would be silly to waste the opportunity; it's all I've ever wanted since I met you Doctor, for everything to be back to normal, for my life to be normal".

She didn't realise how much those words had hurt him at the time. She didn't realise how they pierced his heart, the only thing that he could think of was that she thought it was his fault that her life wasn't normal, that her life wasn't perfect. He wanted to shout at her,

"Well why did you bloody stay with me? I didn't force you to travel with me. You could have left any time to go back to normality".

He didn't though, he wouldn't say that to her, he couldn't do that to any of his companions. The Doctor knew living in the TARDIS, travelling through time and space wasn't normal, at least not for a human, but he thought that Amelia had enjoyed it with him, to find out that every since she had met him she wanted to be normal again was almost too hard to take. He must have given some of his reaction away in his face no matter how hard he had tried to hide it. She waited for him to say something, anything and when nothing came she asked him the question that he would always avoid,

"Are you alright?"

Out slipped his standard reply, "Fine, fine. Absolutely fine, I'm always alright."

She knew different, but she didn't understand why his mood had suddenly changed from one of sadness to one that seemed so dark and troubled, almost like an oncoming storm. He didn't want to say goodbye, the Doctor never wants to say goodbye, but he does.

The doctor knew in all honesty that everything being normal wasn't the only reason she had wanted to leave; the last battle they shared wasn't without its scars, both emotional and physical, but that was something that he would never fully be able to comprehend. He would never be able to know how much Amelia was still hurting. The Doctor thought it only normal that perhaps she wanted a break, to see her family, to leave him and return home. It was only normal, it was the reaction the Doctor had come to expect, he was constantly alone, alone in the world, surrounded by friends, but all too alone. So, just as she had asked, the Doctor left her. He didn't dare tell her what he felt deep down inside he knew that things were different now, things weren't normal any more, and even deeper inside he began to doubt that things were perfect.

After he left these doubts began to be confirmed. Everything was too perfect. No alien race wanted to invade. No one attempted to kill the entire human race. The Krillotanes, Cybermen, Sontarons, Adipose and Slitheen all apparently had better things to do than invade. In fact things were so perfect on Earth, the Doctor was surplus to requirement. He left the world, looking for adventure, mystery and action, only to be sorely disappointed. It wasn't just Earth that was perfect it was the entire universe; there were no problems, nothing was out of the ordinary. All in all his life got a bit boring. So he came back, to the last place on Earth he had been, back to the last place in the Universe where everything was normal, back to Edinburgh.

He had a lot of time on his hands and if there was one thing that the doctor couldn't take it was too much time with nothing to do. He got himself a job in a laboratory, attempting to fit in and not reveal his Time Lord knowledge, at least not too much. He bought a house and lived an ordinary life; Alarm goes off 7am, eat breakfast 7.30, leave for work 8am, start work at 9, lunch at 1pm, clocking off at 5pm, down to the pub at 6. His routine helped break some of the boredom, but he knew his life wasn't perfect, or at least he thought he knew, until the day he saw Amelia again.

It was the weekend, Jonathon and Mary, some friends from work had invited him out for lunch at a fancy hotel. Earlier in the meal the two of them had declared that they were engaged and Jon asked him to be his best man. The pair of them couldn't stop going on about how exciting the universe was now they had found love, the Doctor just thought to himself "You have no idea how exciting the universe can be", but then secretly he had to admit that when he was with Rose, truly in love, the universe was more exciting than ever. The group had just begun to have coffee when he caught sight of her across the room, making her way to a table with a gaggle of girls around her. Surrounded by new friends that he had never heard of, let alone met, there she was, red hair gleaming in the sunshine from the windows, wearing a long sleeved blouse and chocolate brown skirt. Everything about her was perfect to him.

Her party was a short distance away, and the Doctor couldn't take his eyes off of her. He had completely forgotten about his friends and their new found love; all that mattered at that moment was that his life had suddenly changed, just like the world had. She sat there chatting away, laughing occasionally but he could tell that something wasn't right, she wasn't the same woman he had left here a year ago, no longer did her bubbly personality take centre stage whether she meant to or not; no longer did she shine out into the darkness.

When his meal had come to an end he said his farewells to the happy couple and watched them leave as he took a seat at the bar, thinking things over in his mind. Then he called over a waiter and asked,

"I'm sorry; this may seem like a rather odd request but..."

He had an idea, and this idea would make everything in this perfect world truly perfect.