A/N: This will only be a few chapters long, so don't expect something long. This is also just an experiment. Each chapter will only be around 100-250 words, except the last 2, which should be more-ish. It's the thoughts of the Doctor and his companions as he sees them for the last time. A bit Bleak.

Martha Jones-Smith and Mickey Smith

They Turned. " Hey!" Mickey called. No Answer. The Doctor just stood; hammer in hand, the saviour of their lives.

But there was no glory in his eyes. He looked detached, and there was a sense of finality in his stance.

Martha felt like calling out, but in something held her back. The emotion rippling out of the Doctor was so strong; Sadness.

The end was coming and he didn't want it to. He was so sad it was almost too unbearable.

Martha and Mickey looked at each other and knew this was the last time they'd see their Doctor.

The Doctor

The Doctor looked down at Mickey and Martha.

So together, So brilliant.

How ironic that it would be him that brought them together, and always him that was alone. It was almost laughable.

He: Survivor of the Time Lords and Savour of all humans. was envious of the very people he had saved and shown the wonders of the universe to.

Why was he always alone? After everything he'd done, and everyone he'd helped, he could never have someone in his life the way they could. He almost hated them.

You can't save lifes, and have one of your own.

A/N: Right! 100 words from each! That last line is my personal favourite of all I've written so far, apart from 'The 21st century is when everything changes. And we weren't ready' in Torchwood: Between the Action. But that's not what you're here. Anyway…it's only gonna get more Angst-y from here on out folks! Just you wait till I get to Jack and to Rose! Please Review, this is my first try at a collection of Drabbles set specifically on a set of scenes… Reviews

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