Disclaimer: I do not own Doctor Who, that belongs to the BBC etc, no copyright infringement is intended- this fanfiction is for entertainment purposes only, no money/profit is being made please support the official show etc.

Rated T. Warnings: There will be minor spoilers for the whole show from the original series right up to the latest episodes. There will be some minor coarse language, and mentions of violence, sci-fi and dark themes throughout-especially with the villains.

A/N: Each chapter will be a vignette, and every timelord/lady will get one.

Home.

The place where you belong, where you long to return. Such a cherished concept by so many people yet one that he has always struggled to relate to. The Doctor ran away from his own home as a timelord-Gallifrey. He was a restless travaller always exploring but never staying in one place for too long.

An outlaw of sorts-a star hopping gypsy if you like, so how could he have any real concept of a home? That didn't stop him yearning for it though...

That feeling of belonging and love that only that special place can bring.

It hits him one day that maybe home isn't just a place-perhaps it can be a person. Kindred spirits and a knowing connection in the eyes. Sometimes it can also be a way of life-the thrill of stepping out of the TARDIS onto new soil or out into history.

All those things that make you feel alive, the things that make you who you are. Knowing exactly what you not just have to do, but desperately want to do even if there's a very good chance it could kill you-and being utterly at peace with that.

The Doctor smiles slightly at the realisation that home is in fact a place, a place inside that can be reached in all of these ways.

Home is where the heart is.