Hello there readers. This was an idea that just popped into my head one day. I know it's a weird concept, but if you pay attention to my other stories, I love weird couples.
'Alone! Again I am alone. This seems to be my destiny, no matter how hard I try. All my friends are gone, either getting on with their own lives, or off in another universe. They were happy. Even Rose found the man of his dreams.' He cringed. The man of her dreams. A clone. Of myself. Only I could have such luck. Still, it could be worse. The universes could have ended. A good point….. And I'm still thinking of another one. Huh!' He took another sip from his milkshake. 'The last of the timelords, last carrier of all its knowledge, able to be wherever I want to be, can't even figure out what to do next.' "Uhh sir, could you get out of the doorway."
The Doctor snapped out of his train of thought. He looked over to a irritated man, who was tapping his foot. "Ahh, sorry about that." He said, stepping outside the coffee shop. He walked back to the Tardis, but took his time while doing it. He just looked around at the park. 'You know, I never really get the chance to just take a walk. Just to walk. It's quite peaceful. Hard to imagine the Dileks were here. Well, I did jump a few years past that. Still, it's so calm. I like it.' He finally reached the Tardis and pulled out his keys. He unlocked it and began to open the door. But before he did, he took one last look at Earth. He took in a long, deep breath. "So long." He said, before heading inside. "To everyone." He whispered. He then shut the door. The Doctor stepped up to the consol.
"Alone." He whispered, before he heard something crash inside his Tardis. "Or Am I." He walked over to where the sound had come from. After a few minutes of checking, he clutched his head. "Sometimes I wonder why this place has to be so huge."
He then noticed something about a particular wall. He took out his sonic screwdriver and waved it at the wall. "A Pshycic illusion, but how." Suddenly, it disappeared. He tuned his screwdriver for the source. He searched the billard room, yeah he had one, until he got near the source of the wall. He tripped on the rod on the floor and fell down. Yet, he didn't fall upon the floor. He fell upon her, the person who was causing the illusion. When he lifted himself up, his face was only a couple of inches away from her. 'Wait! She isn't human. Oh, no.' What was laying underneath him was one thing he'd never thought he'd see. Something completely fictional. A Gardevoir!