A/N: You'll probably think that this is rubbish but I liked it and so did my mini friend Beth so I decided to out it up. There's no talking in this chapter because the Doctor has no-one to talk to. Just to warn you.
Disclaimer: Don't own Doctor Who. Never have, never will.
Chapter 1:
All alone now
The Doctor wandered slowly back into the TARDIS. He'd eventually managed to get rid of the annoying Catherine Tate look-a-like by throwing her into a black hole. Now he was alone again. Alone in his TARDIS and alone with his sorrows. He moved over to the little sofa thing and sat down. Being alone meant that he had more time to think about Rose. Was that a good thing or a bad thing? The doctor didn't know. Remembering Rose hurt more than any injury he had ever suffered but he never he wanted to forget her. That would be like she had never existed and that was worse than never seeing her again. Just.
The Doctor sat there for many hours lost in memories, drowning in his despair. Eventually he stood u and wandered out of the TARDIS control room in search of his bedroom. He'd never admitted this to rose but he could never find his way to the right room. Just like her. He spotted a door a little way ahead of him with a little sign on it. Rose had started to put signs on important doors so she knew where she was. Drawing closer he saw that the sign read 'Bedroom' in between two little pictures of the TARDIS. The Doctor smiled at the memory of Rose attempting to use an electric screwdriver on the signs before giving up and using the sonic screwdriver. He pushed the door open and found himself, not in his bedroom, but in Rose's. Suddenly the horrible feeling in the pit of his stomach returned and all he wanted to do was curl up in a little ball and cry. But no. He had to be strong. He had to get on with his life. His long lonely life. All alone. Without Rose. He shook his head and went and sat on the bed. Looking around he saw Rose's pyjamas lying in a crumpled mess on the pillow where they'd been thrown off that fateful morning. On the floor at the bottom of the bed there was Rose's backpack. Sticking out of the top was her mp3 player. The Doctor reached over and pulled it out. He stuck the headphones in his ears and pressed play. A lively song began and, looking down at the little display screen, the Doctor saw that it was called 'Your gay friend' by a guy called Robbie Williams.. This made hi think about Captain Jack. He missed that guy. He had this strange feeling that somewhere, somehow, Jack was alive. That was something. Scour all of space and time for one man. Maybe he'd find him, maybe he wouldn't. That didn't matter. Anything to get away from the horrible loss of Rose. With that fortifying thought, the doctor turned ff the mp3 player, placed it back exactly where he'd found it, and strode from the room.
A/N: What did you think? Please, please, please review so I know what to do in future.