Here's Chapter 2! I want to thank those who have reviewed already, keep up the good work!
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The Doctor circled around the center column where the TARDIS pulsed and whirled with life. She had been extraordinary and on her best behavior as he sent a world back to its original time, and managed to divert a huge paradox.
What universe would be without the planet Vexen? The Doctor had said to himself as he had dashed back into his ship a few hours earlier. His reply had been a short, 'Probably better off', but never-the-less back it went and all was once again right in the universe.
He had taken the rest of the day complimenting the TARDIS and stroking her here and there with long fluid caresses. Allowing his fingers to linger on the buttons and smiling when she hummed, it was almost like purring.
The Doctor remembered when Donna had caught him petting one of the railings, as if it was a lover. Her blue eyes widened and she slowly stepped out of the room with a quick, "don't let me interrupt". He had shrugged it off, knowing that the TARDIS liked to be treated and took no offense to Donna's reaction.
Bringing himself out of his past, he sighed softly as he tucked the image of the brilliant red head back into her special place in his mind.
The TARDIS beeped.
"Yes, I can't believe it's been that long either." He told her as he rubbed the back of his neck, the tightened, sore muscles reminding him of the day he just had.
The Doctor decided to keep the over used cliché 'seems just like yesterday' to himself, even if it felt like it.
He had done so much since that day, enjoyed Christmas with Jackson more than he should have; found someone that matched him on an intellect basis (almost), fought against an intergalactic slavery corporation, and even managed to bring back Vexen to its rightful place in the universe. And he had done all of this without her.
Sometimes he would forget and into her room he would bound in, wanting to take her somewhere or show her something he knows that she will like. But, the silence greets him, the emptiness. And he has to regain his senses, sometimes even sitting on her bed, before he is composed enough to walk out of her room without breaking.
Of course, he had given up watching her from a distance. The thought came to him one day as he was doing his daily maintenance on the TARDIS, that he could just pop on down to Earth and check up on her. If he stayed a ways from her, she wouldn't know and nothing could go wrong.
He would stand there watching as she stepped into a shop or sat down at a café, his hands deep in his pockets and his eyes transfixed. She still looked beautiful, though the toil of the everyday seemed to be showing a bit on her face.
He had done this every now and again, and almost been caught by her twice. The first time he had only managed dart behind a building, and the other he hid behind a bin and a parked car.
The Doctor couldn't wrap his head around it, the last living Time Lord and he was hiding and ducking. It was the last incident that he called it quits; he would not go and watch her again. Besides, it hurt too much when he knew he had to leave.
So with a final smile and two heavy hearts, the Doctor turned away from her for the last time.
Now here he was, standing in an empty TARDIS, as it should be. He knew when he told the Lady Christina that there would be no more companions by his side and he thinks that's what hurts the most, the fact that he finally understands what it means by being the last. To wonder the universe alone.
The TARDIS hummed again bringing the Doctor from his mind once more, a steady beeping warning him.
"What is it?" He asked looking up again, but he gets no reply.
Calmly walking over to the controls he shifts the monitor so that it is in front of him and his hearts sink.
"I told you," He says tiredly, "We can't see her anymore."
Yet, he still glances at the screen and his eyes fix on Donna as she sits upon the hill. Her hair is in the way, and she takes no notice of him as he and the TARDIS pass on by. Her head filled with everything, but of him.
Hitting a button the screen goes blank and he shifts on the balls of his shoes, "I think I'm going to make a nice cup of tea and read tonight." He says, mostly to himself.
Pulling a lever he sets the ship into the Vortex, and silently leaves the room.
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