After the time war.
He looked around himself. A world of humans and animals surrounded him. His favourite world. All the humans going on with their daily business, not one of them realizing a war had just ended.
Not just any war. The War. The Time War. The war his people would give anything to win. Even their own lives. They had known the risk and took it. It sounded more like him than them.
They were clever and smart, but took no risks. They never got involved with other species. They were better than any other species. He knew better. He saw what others of his race could not. The way other species survived. Other species' need to survive. What made them carry on.
It hurt him to know that his race had always known he was right. He found that out just before…before it happened. They couldn't take risks like he could. They couldn't mingle with other races. It wasn't their way. But he was special.
He was the Timelord who was to carry on. Destined to go his way alone. Someone would be there for awhile, but no one forever. But no one could take the place of his people. Even if he hated the way they done things, they were still his family. And his family wanted him to do as he was destined to do. But sacrifices had to be made.
The Doctor would have to live with their sacrifice. Knowing they done it for him. The greater good.
Please review and before any of you say what about the Master. Just remember he dies so the Doctor still walks alone.