Sorry for the kinda weird author's note last chapter, I was falling asleep as I was typing the chapter up from my notebook and that was typed on the spot, so by 3-4 days, I meant 2-3 chapters. And the whole good for you thing was weird. Anyway. This is a very short chapter, but it is very important. I'm afraid there is only one chapter left, so if there are any nagging things you absolutely need to see happen or need resolved, etc. leave it in the reviews and I'll consider it! Anyways, hope you enjoy this chapter!
The Doctor stood, paused in the doorway of the TARDIS for only a second. Then, decidedly he flipped a lever and prepared for dematerialization. But nothing happened. Pushed a button, pulled the todrometer. Nothing. His ship stayed put.
He sighed and sank into his chair - the spinny one Rose had liked. "Let's go," he growled. "I'm not really leaving her there, you know that! I just need to think!" He tried again. Still nothing.
"What do you want from me? Do you think what she'd done should earn her a TARDIS?" He asked his ship, disbelievingly. And then, he realized. He wasn't sure what answered him, maybe a change in her hum, a shift in her lighting, but he realized. He ran his thumb along her console.
"I'm sorry. I am so, so sorry. This isn't about me at all, is it? I forget, sometimes, how lonely you must be. I couldn't save your sisters when I destroyed Gallifrey." He bit the inside of his cheek, trying to stave off the guilt. "It's hell not being able to sense your own kind anymore, I now." He pushed himself off the chair and stroked her console one more time. "Don't worry, old girl," he said, heading for the door. "You're not going to be alone anymore."