A/N: Just a random bit of angst drabble I came up with. It wasn't supposed to be Doctor Who, originally, but after watching 5 seasons in about a month, my brain was overflowing a bit with Doctor Who.
"Alright-tay!" the Doctor yelled, rubbing his hands together. A bruise had formed under his right eye and blood oozed from a cut on his forehead, but still his face was sounds of explosions echoed all over as the sky flashed, and debris scattered into the air. The Time Lord's brown hair flopped about as he paced back and forth in front of the blue police box, shouting above the ruckus, "Now, Clara, you connect those two wires and BOOM! Good-bye Cybermen!"
"I'm sorry," Clara said, her voice sounding hoarse and cracked as the words spilled out from the earpiece of the phone. "I can't. They're here. They found me. I'm sorry... I..."
There was a scream of "Please! Please, no!", and the line went dead. The Doctor jerked forward, then stopped short. For a moment he stood frozen, then his face fell, the many years he had lived seeming to pull on his frame, all the energy he had one possessed depleted. The Doctor then slowly picked up the dangling phone, put it back in the box and closed the door. As he looked at the TARDIS, the light at the top slowly went out, never to shine again. The only hope for the TARDIS had been lost along with Clara.
"No more," he whispered to the TARDIS, pressing his forehead against her cracked and burned wooden doors. "I can't do this any longer." The Doctor dropped to the ground and closed his eyes, feeling each beat of his hearts renewing the pain that reverberated through his soul. Lost... so many he hadn't been able to save, so many he had lost...
"Clara..." He said the name as if it the only thing that kept him from losing himself, as he sat there, leaning against the blue police box's doors, listening to the stamp of metal feet, all in unison. They were coming for him. "Clara Oswin Oswald. The Impossible Girl, the girl who was born to save the Doctor, is no more. No more."
He could now hear the Cybermen's insane cries of "DELETE, DELETE, DELETE" but what did it matter? The last of the Time Lords, the very last, was at the end of the road. He had no more lives. His TARDIS was dead. He had destroyed his own people, had no companions to protect. There was nothing left for him. Nothing but Death.