AN: I am very nervous about this fic. The person who looks over my Sailor Moon fics doesn't like Doctor Who, so bare with me. This is my first one

Flashback: Delirium

The Doctor was never much for romantic affection, especially in this body. His last regeneration, he at least didn't mind physical touch this one seemed to reject it. He knew all to well what was coming when he saw the singing towers. He couldn't have her to go to The Library without her knowing how completely loved she was.

Part of him wanted to tell her not to take the expedition to the library. That couldn't create too much of a paradox, could it? She doesn't take it, she doesn't send the message, him and Donna go to the beach as planned? He couldn't do that. Him showing up with the TARDIS makes it harder to change things. Besides, he had already tried to manipulate time because of her and it was a lot more difficult to fix than it should been. Well, she had refused to kill him and all of time happened at once.

They ate dinner then went back to the TARDIS. Why pay for a hotel when you have a blue box with more room than you could ever need and you can move it whenever you want.

"Twenty four straight years with you?" She asked with the smirk only she could give

"Unless you get sick of me, my dear. "

"Never. I am more worried about you.

Present: Delirium

He couldn't believe that he had set his wife to her death She had a feeling about it, she told him that she knew the stories; but he also knew she wouldn't dwell on it. He tried not to either, but it was hard for him knowing exactly what would happen. One of the annoying things about tie travel. He knew that he would never see her again, since she didn't recognize his face. She would see him again, but he wouldn't know her. She didn't deserve that, she really didn't. He didn't know how long after their last (24 year long) night she had left. He didn't think that he wanted to know.

For him, it has been about a week, maybe less. Definitely not more. For being called a time lord, he hasn't paid too much attention to the time. He hadn't even left the planet. He had just been thinking.

All this tie since he ad seen her die, and he still hadn't come up with a way to save her. Sure, he was going to save her to the Library. Well he did, the him in past did. Well, his past, her future. He would save her to the Library Data base with her screwdriver Time travel. In the past, he would have said wibbly-wobbly, timey-wimey.

It wasn't just River though. There was so much blood on his hands. Allies and enemies alike. Not to mention the centuries hat he thought that he was capable of killing his entire planet, and all of his people. So many dead because of him. He was feeling it again.

River was right though, so long ago she said that he shouldn't travel alone. So many have traveled with him. Rose was in a parallel universe, Donna could never remember him or she could die, Amy and Rory (Poor Ponds) were the victims of the angels, and his last companion, well, all he could remember was the name Clara. Martha and Mickey seemed to be the only ones in recent years that was doing alright. Well as far as he knew. He hadn't seen them in so long.

Then it hit him. Captain Jack Harkness. He was perfect. Well perfect wasn't the word. He could be a little much sometimes, but he couldn't die. He started messing with the controls. The TARDIS was a smart old girl. She could get him to Jack.