Hi I wrote this story a long time ago and it's not one of my best works but I'm addicted to reviews so… This is yet another one of those the Doctor doesn't get the TARDIS back after Impossible Planet. It is similar to others but with my own twist it's sweet and mostly fluff, no monsters just the Doctor struggling along. Another point is that I can't do science it is an alien thing to me so if it's wrong I'm very sorry.

I've also not seen this episode in a while so sorry if this chapter is wrong in detail.

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I don't own anything Doctor Who and related names places themes etc are owned by BBC and Russell T.

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Chapter One: Gone

The Doctor stood proud despite his tremor of fear to the monster before him.
"I Believe in HER!" He shouted to the slathering Beast, an empty shell. The Doctor could feel his hearts clench as he realised that Rose was onboard with the actual beast, its mind which was far more deadly.

The tremble seemed to move from his heart to his feet as the planet shook and tossed as the gravity weakened. He reached out his hands and picked up the twin jars, they were rough to the touch. Without a second thought he smashed them onto the sandy floor with a satisfying CRACK as the shattered into small pieces.

Wasting no more time he ran hearts beating erratically pumping his alien blood so fast around his system he hurt; he couldn't hear anything not the beast or the quaking just his pulse all around him.

He tripped sprawling forward whacking forcefully into something hard, for a second he soared in hope, The TARDIS, he thought. Looking up he felt drained it was only the wall of what looked like a corridor leading up.

It looked dark and creepy something he'd never been too good with – he always had to find out what was at the end of tunnels. He could feel the breeze that was caused by the force of the black hole pulling matter into it. It mussed his dark locks that were uncovered by his broken helmet – the helmet Rose had kissed seriously so long ago. He hoped so fiercely that she was alright. The idea that she was hurt held his chest in a vice grip sucking the air from his lungs.

He shook his head to dislodge the thought he ran up the tunnel. It was probably a bad idea running up to Rassilion knew where without a helmet. He did still have the oxygen tank on his back and a larger lung capacity to most humanoid species which would give him a few more extra moments.

What he would do with those extra moments he didn't know. Moments to fall into a black hole. A singular experience it would be he was sure – he hoped he wouldn't regenerate in their. He couldn't see well, damn this regeneration for being short sighted he thought lightly to scared to think too much about anything but escape.

He was tripping and slipping on the floor that went steeply upwards to the surface of the ravaged planet. The air was getting rapidly thinner so he reached behind him grabbing the tube that pumped the oxygen into the helmet; his pulled it into his mouth aware of how ridiculous he must look with the mouth in a huge O holding the tube with his teeth. He could feel the stale air from the tank enter into his body giving it a boost. It was uncomfortable though he could taste the sand and chemicals that littered the floor and helmet.

He had oxygen, now there was the problem of pressure. And the black hole of course.

The Doctor frantically hoped that the gravitational anomaly would keep some of the pressure lighter so he could think of something. He could see the light of the black hole burning planets above the exit of the tunnel.

Suddenly he burst out onto the surface and was nearly knocked down by the wind. He could feel the planets gravity weakening. The pressure on his head that he could feel above the wind was slight and slowly increasing but not too bad just yet.

What a way for the last time lord to die! His sister, he remembered from so long ago, she'd always complained that he'd die in a stupidly ridiculous way.

This was not the time he thought as he clung hands and knees to the planet with all his might. He could see the base through his scrunched eyes as grit and sand hit them making his eyes water. The Ood with there demented red eyes gathered around the windows not seeing him. They probably thought he was dead – he was worried that too soon they would be right.

He tried to turn his head as much as he could despite the hostile planets every attempt it seemed to break his neck. The black hole was looming ever nearer and the little piece of rock he was clinging too was shaking faster.

His foot caught something as he scrambled up- he turned his eyes widened in shock and nearly dropped the tube from his mouth.

It was a suitcase, ancient battered made of brown leather. With all his effort he reached out and grasped the handle which had padding seeping through the leather. He felt tears of grief as he realised the significance – The TARDIS had ejected personal belongings about the rock so he would have something of home to keep. He pulled his muscles burning and clasped the case to his wiry chest.

That's when he saw it. There.

The ship small and buffeted by the black holes suction. The glass seemed to suddenly flicker outwards into space as someone fired a weapon. ROSE. He thought a wave of relied crashing over him. A body suddenly flung out into space and was sucked silently into the mass of darkness.

The ground felt unstable and The Doctor could feel the planet being pulled ever more fiercely back.

He could feel the oxygen running low and the pressure building up around his every muscle and bone more and more weight. He was going to die he thought blankly; at least Rose was going to survive.

The wind knocked the tube from his lips as he fought to keep consciousness. He was holding his breathe now he was burning slowly and surely.

He couldn't see his eyes were streaming with tears of agony and despair he didn't want to die especially not like this.

The ship was turning round to face him shaking like a leaf in a hurricane. A huge metal rope wound its way down and landed on top of him almost causing him to gasp. With his last moments of lucidity he grasped a hold of the cold wire that was also being whipped around in the destruction of the planet. In his other hand he religiously clung to his battered suitcase.

Whether he was dreaming or not he could feel himself being pulled into the ship and it grinding forward desperately. There was a part of him that was screaming, shouting unbelieving that his precious TARDIS was just…gone.

He thought he heard as he fell into the blackness a voice anxious and terrified saying

"Doctor? Doctor!" Before that too was gone.

This chapter was just a brief introduction about how the Doctor survived the next chapters are much longer I promise. Anyway thank you for reading I hope you have enjoyed chapter one stay tuned more is on its way very soon.

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