Ok this is my first story that of Doctor who. It isnt as long as I would like it but If you read it and like it let me know cause I will keep writing.

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Chapter One: Left Alone?

He was alone now; everyone had gone off to where they were supposed to be, with those that would make them happy. In the end it meant that he would be alone; it was fitting in a way for this Time Lord, he had spent so many years running from who we was, running from being what he was: The last of the Time Lords; and now he had no where to run, no one to take his mind away from the fact that he was truly alone. Despite that, the last words of the Face of Boe rang in his head "You are not alone", the Doctor had been quite sure that Boe had meant the Master, but then Donna and his clone had happened. These thoughts plagued him constantly, making he wonder whether he done the right thing by whipping Donna's memory. It had killed him to do it, but it had been the right thing. She would be better off not knowing, thinking she had just had another one of her moments and missed something else.

Sending his Clone away had been right, he was sure of it. He had committed genocide; if he had stayed the Doctor would have had to carry out the proper punishment. And that was too much of mental twist, killing himself. A therapist would have a field day with that one. Plus by sending his clone to the parallel universe he given Rose the ultimate gift. Rose. How he had wished he could tell Rose that he loved her, but he knew that he couldn't. That day was harder on him that the first time on Bad Wolf Bay, to watch as Rose kissed his Clone it had almost killed him. But it was the right thing to do and there was no turning back now, he had to gone on.

"You did the right thing," Donna had told him when they sat in the Tardis, Donna holding on to him as he let the tears he had been holding back for the past years flow. "She'll be happy, you gave her what you couldn't before."

Donna had been right but that didn't change the fact that it hurt him still to even think about it. Now he was alone even more, left with only his thoughts, which were slowly killing him from the inside.

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"Jack you have been sitting there for hours." Mickey Smith said as he walked into Captain Jack Harkness' office in Torchwood. "Something on your mind?"

Jack looked up from the blank screen of his computer to Mickey who was now sitting across the desk from him. Mickey had joined the Torchwood team shortly after his return to this universe and had become quite useful to Jack's team.

"You thinking about the Doctor again?" Mickey asked already knowing the answer. "Me too. I don't think its right for him to be alone like he is."

"Well we've all told him, but he insists that he is fine. But after everything that has happened I doubt that, he lost everything and just kept going. It's been months and he doesn't even have a new companion, that tells you something is wrong." Jack said leaning back in his chair. "Maybe Martha would be up for another go with the Doctor."

"I doubt that, Martha's got a family now, she won't want to leave that. Same for Sarah Jane."

"What about you Mickey? Wanna tag along with the Doctor?" Jack said with a smile.

"Now I know you are joking, The Doctor and I have an understanding: we don't travel together." Mickey said with a laugh. "What about you Jack, you traveled with him before. He could use someone that understands what he is going though to."

"Hmm, not a bad idea my dear boy, not a bad idea." Jack said leaning back in his chair. He might not be able to get the Doctor to forget but he sure as hell could get the Doctor to live again.

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She leaned against the door of her apartment; it had been another long day that she wished she could forget. Work had been unbearable again, boring as always. James from accounting had once again asked her for a date, there were only so many ways to turn a fellow down and she was nearing the last of them. Despite the fact that she hated coming home to her empty place, the fact that there she could be left alone with no problem was something that made her enjoy the place.

Plus this was the only place where she didn't have to worry about them, she wasn't even sure who or what they were. She never got a good look at them but she knew they were their watching her following her everywhere she went. Her apartment was the only place they couldn't get to, she guessed. The place was nothing special; it was her mother's place when she was her aged. But the place had become her hiding spot for the past months; the place she could go without eyes that she couldn't see watching her. At first she said that it was her imagination, that nothing was there, she was seeing things; but then more of then started to appear, she would see them everywhere, at work, on the street, in her home. She wanted them gone, to leave her alone, but how can you get rid of something that you can't really see. Leaving her with only one option to be left alone in her apartment.