** Hello! Sorry I have been neglecting all my fantastic viewers! I have been working on both stories and a third one! The third story may be posted although I am not sure about it. Anyway, I forgot to mention at the start of this FanFiction that I am sorry to all the viewers who have had something like this happen to them and that I do not intend to make my viewers feel uncomfortable. BTW this is the 9th Doctor, before he met Rose and after he regenerated is a bit of a sad chapter but enjoy it nevertheless! Stay Awesome -Me And The Time Vortex**

The Doctor was standing inbetween two people on a muddy field in 1930. Those two people were dirty and caked with mud after wrestling with each other. The Doctor had stopped them and were trying to reason with the both of them to stop arguing. There was a large man on one side of the Doctor and a skinny bloke on the other.

'You give me back my sheep!' The large man shouted over to the skinny one.

'I tell you! I ain't stolen no sheep!' The skinny bloke shouted back. He had a rather thick London accent as for the large man too. The skinny boy looked so young, the Doctor reckoned he was 17, no more than that.

'You liar!' The large man went slightly red in the face from anger and he was about to charge at the skinny one before the Doctor raised his hands outwards to stop the both of them from charging at each other.

'Stop!' The Doctor shouted, mostly at the large man, 'Let's be reasonable and think.'

'Yeah, let's think!' The skinny one shouted to the large man. 'I didn't steal no sheep!'

The large man growled at him and the Doctor feared he might charge and so he didn't expect the large man to pull out a large pistol. The Doctor had a look of surprise painted on his face, he didn't expect anyone to have a gun around the poor streets of London.

The skinny boy's eyebrows furrowed together. He didn't know understand what just happened.

'Yeah, did a bit of stealing of my own you know,' The large man said, slightly stroking his weapon.

'Sir, put the gun down,' The Doctor said to him.

The large man raised his arm, directing it at the skinny boy.

'You ain't gonna shoot me!' The skinny boy shouted over to the large man.

'Oh just you wait.' The large man said. He grinned just before he pulled the trigger.

'No!' The Doctor shouted but he was too late. The skinny boy had a surprised look on his face and within a few moments, his shirt had been soaked in blood and he collapsed to the ground. The Doctor looked back at the large man, he was grinning and winked at the Doctor before walking down the field. The Doctor couldn't run after the man, he had to help the boy.

He hurried over to him and saw that he was conscious and bleeding heavily from his torso. Unsure of what to do, the Doctor knelt beside him and looked at him sympathetically.

'Why do you attend to the help of a poor beggar, Sir?'

'To me, you are not a poor beggar.' The Doctor stated. 'You're brilliant and just so… Fantastic!'

The Doctor smiled at him reassuringly whilst putting the boy's hand over the wound and helping him apply pressure to it. The boy chuckled.

'Don't bother chasing that man down. No one ain't gonna care that he shot someone like me, they probably won't believe you.' The boy said, looking straight into the Doctor's eyes. He grunted in pain.

'No,no no,' The Doctor held him close. He was so young, he had a whole life to live and it was going to end in front of the Doctor's eyes. 'Don't go, you'll get help soon. I promise,'

The boy looked at him for a moment. 'Thank you for being here for me, Sir,'

The Doctor stared at him, unable to say anything. He was frozen, unable to help the boy. He stared as the boy went limp and his eyes closed, his chest rising and falling one last time. Nothing was to be said. No one was around to help, nothing could be done. The Doctor went numb and cold,

'What was your name?' He whispered, unable to get a response from the lifeless body he now held in his arms. Anger flared up in his chest and the Doctor gritted his teeth as he told himself. Nothing can be done

The Doctor stood beside a freshly made grave which was unnamed but had a death date engraved onto it.

It read, 'October 16th, 1930'

The Doctor sighed. No one knew the boy's name. He didn't have any family, friends, education or even a home. He was a homeless person that begged for food and was looked down on, but he had made one friend, one friend to be with when he died. That friend was the Doctor.

Once again, the Doctor had lost another friend and once again he turned to make way for the TARDIS before dropping a flower on the unnamed grave.

Once again, I'm sorry for those viewers who have had something like this happen to them like getting shot or losing someone.