Alone
Alone again. That was how it always ended. He left them, or the other way around.
Either way, he ended up alone.
Rose Tyler.
Donna Noble.
Martha Jones.
Jack Harkness.
Sarah Jane Smith.
Ace McShane.
Ian Chesterton.
Barbara Wright.
Susan.
There were others, of course. But he didn't want to go through them all in his head right now. Not so soon after Amy and Rory had left him as well. Too much pain there, with those thoughts. He did, though, sometimes. Just to make sure he didn't forget them.
Too much suffering. Too many memories.
Oh, there was happiness, of course, but the sadness always seemed to overwhelm it.
The days when he saved everyone save those closest to him.
The days when he couldn't save anyone.
Those were the days that took people from him. Those were the days when he was left alone.
Of course, he was more alone now and in the two regenerations before this than he had ever been before the War. The Time Lords, even the Master, were all gone now.
Alone. Somehow, the word that so often described him even sounded lonely.
Alone.
Alone.
Alone.
The single lonely word echoed through the Time Lord's mind.
They always made the same promise, that they'd never leave him.
They never kept it. It wasn't their fault. But they never kept it.
One way or another, they left him.
Always alone.
Even when they were around, they didn't understand him, the mad man with a box.
So in a way, he was alone even with them.
It seemed to be his fate, this aloneness- even if he didn't believe in fate.
With his luck, when he finally died, he'd be alone.
The TARDIS hummed softly in his mind, telling him that she was there.
It wasn't quite the same, but he appreciated it. He told her so.
A moment later, he sprung up and headed to the console room.
No one followed him cheerfully as Amy and the others had.
And then the TARDIS reminded him of the other days.
The days he could save everyone.
Smiling, he decided it was time for a trip to earth.
Maybe when he left the little planet, he wouldn't be alone.