Author's Note: It's been a while now since I have written anything for Doctor Who, but I've had this story sitting on my laptop for a long time and decided that even if I didn't finish it I should post it. There's at least 5 chapters of it already done and I'm thinking about going back and writing more if I get a somewhat positive response from it. OC/Eleven ahead!
In this chapter we have a sad Doctor thinking back about Amy and Rory. I like to think that he couldn't even bring himself to say their names in his head. It's kind of sad, but don't worry he won't be that way forever! Feel free to leave a review if you have the time and thanks for reading.
It started like any other day for him, if not just a tad bit lonelier. Not that he always had a companion with him or anything, but it had been a while since the Doctor had actually been alone. That's what always happened, he got used to having someone there to run with and laugh with; whom cared for him and helped him away from doing things that shouldn't be done, and then they were just gone. Now it was hard to even think about bodies of water and he was beginning to wonder just how long this one would sting, because for one reason or another it dug deeper then losing someone ever had before. He had been there for so much of that little girl's life. He had saved her from nightmares, been to her wedding, calmed her nervous bride nerves, and even witnessed that her chosen man was willing to wait for an eternity if it meant she would be safe.
He hadn't been up for adventures since then losing them either; running for your life was slightly less for-filling when you had no one to laugh about with afterwards. Not that nearly dying was a thing to laugh about, but of the joy of memories kind of thing. He should pick someone new soon, before he started talking to himself like some kind of cracker nut. It was somehow worse to know that Amy or even Rory wouldn't want him to be alone. Would probably even try to tell him that they didn't mind being left behind, because they had gone and grown up behind his back.
Growing up always seemed to be a disease that plagued his companions and eventually tore them away from him. It had to be a dangerous thing, why else would it be outlawed on so many different planets throughout the entire universe? Then again, some planets thought woman walking around by themselves was shameful or eating ice cream was a purely Sunday activity. He never even landed on Sunday's; they were much to boring for his taste.
The Tardis beeped at him and he couldn't help but grin, the old girl had a perfect point. His mind was as strong as steel and there was no need to worry about such things. She was constantly right about such things and when alone the Doctor found himself listening to her. She liked mother hening over him like he was one of her little hatchlings. He didn't mind; made him feel special and wanted even when the entire universe seemed to reject his existence. Okay, that had only happened a few times; but it hurt none the less. Leaving that thought train behind, the Doctor did what he does best, shook his head of hurtfulness and started moving forward again.
It wasn't long before he landed on another planet, nameless even to the likes of him. Or rather, it would be for another 300 years, give or take a bit. Then it would be settles and colonised by the lovely Parisettica people. It had worried him on first hearing the name just how close the name of these people was to parasite, but they proved to be both a peaceful and hopeful race. They would make the loveliest dollies in the entire universe for the better part of a million years after that. Like bringing hope and joy to people was all they longed for out of life and it was things like that that gave him hope for the universe that he fought for so often.
He had been there before to look at the shops and it had been a pleasant experience for him and everyone he had been traveling with at the time. Wondering through knick-knacks and losing yourself in a beautiful, rich history. It had been one of many stops on the honeymoon tour of the galaxy, and both other parties had giggled and clutched at each other while dancing around the bizarre like trade system. It was a memory the Doctor hadn't even realized he was going to hold dear at the time and now he was reminiscing like some boring old man. That's what he was though, lost all he friends and now just kind of waiting for the next step of his long life. That was a poetic thoughts that those two would have appreciated. He missed them so much.
Anyways, now was not the time to mope around. This visit was to walk through the swamps and find a certain green butterfrog. One that would no longer exist by the time of Parisettica settling. It was always sad to see a species to have dropped off the map, especially a useful one such as itself. The green butterfrog was said to have secreted a syrup like liquid that would make any creature, of any species, purge its stomach upon touch to the tongue. Now, that didn't sound like anything great, but one never really knew when one needed to extract ingested poison on an immediate basis.
It seemed like a wise thing to have in the Tardis infirmary in case of some kind of an emergency. Considering he was called the Doctor, it seemed the utmost important thing to have a well stock medical cabinet for every occurrence. Not that anything ever happened to him or his companions on his travels; that never happened at all. No, he was known for being completely safe to be around.