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I had so many ideas running about in my head and on paper, that I thought it was time I did something with them. This is a collection of one-shots that I will update sporadically. I you want to, feel free to suggest something.

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Run Away

Rating: T
Summary: The Doctor's madness will take over eventually, and it's all he can do to tell others to run.

The Doctor spent far too much time alone. His companions often slept, leaving him to think. It was then that he was forced to listen to his mind for entertainment, and his mind was not something that should be relied upon. It was a twisted and warped thing, with dark thoughts and little remorse. He was insane. Not the good kind of insanity that he pretended to be as he ran around cheerful and naïve. Nor was he the other, more popular kind. He was not a muttering man trapped on the side-lines of life. He was not the other kinds, the many types the doctors defined as insane. He was fully aware of his senses, fully in control of his own mind, fully in charge of his limbs.

He was the last kind, the one defined as 'a lost cause'. He had been lost since the day he stared into the Untempered Schism. He was eight years old and soon to be a murderer, yet he had had his innocence. Then came that fateful day when his life was stolen and his light with it.

He had once told Martha about the three possibilities that stemmed from the Time-Vortex. Some were inspired by its majesty. Some ran from what it told them. Some were driven insane by all that it held. He had told her that the Master became insane when he stared into the Untempered Schism as Koschei Oakdown. Meanwhile, the Doctor said 'Run'.

He was not telling them to run with him. The Doctor was telling them to run from him. He told them to run as fast as they could and to never look back. The Master was not driven insane by the expanse of the Time-Vortex. No, he was not. The Master saw what could be, and he ran. After, many, many years he halted. The Master stopped running and he turned around to face his fears. The Drums drove the Master insane; they caught up to him when he faced the Doctor. His worst nightmare, his darkest fear, and his best friend became his arch-enemy.

The Doctor was pushed to insanity by the Vortex, so he ran out of terror. The Doctor took his name as a promise to himself. The promise was to help others fight their darkness, yet silently he vowed to never let his own insanity out to play. He travelled for centuries, which soon became millennia; he saw the wonders of creation and was inspired to protect it. He would not let himself destroy the perfection that he saw, the miracles that he found.

Slowly, slowly, the Doctor put himself back together. The glue was the beauty he saw, the brilliant people he met. Then she left, his granddaughter left. It was for the better, she could be happy, married, and away from him. However, that was when the glue first began to melt. So he took more companions, he made more friends. They kept him together for a while, and then broke him even more when they left. Soon he was on his knees, scraping the pieces of his sanity together, blowing on the dying coals of his hope.

Finally there was war, the Last Great Time War. He wiped them out, his own people, to save the universe. That was the day the Doctor realised something, he would kill a child to save everyone else. One life over many others was not an option, not anymore. He was a changed man, full of fire, ice and hatred. He was no doctor; he was a warrior without a war. He put the mask back on, hid the broken shards behind a cleverly crafted façade. Even his wife did not care to look behind it.

He was alone in his insanity, lost in his night. Some days he would mutter dark thoughts to himself, anger and laughter in his voice. Other days he would snarl or scream. The insanity forced its way out and the darkness could not be illuminated by any light.

That was why the Doctor did not dwell in his mind.

He would murder a child to save lives, and he would enjoy it.