Sunday

He thought back two weeks. To the Monday everything went cold, to the Sunday before, trying to find a clue to what had changed. What had happened to make the TARDIS do something like this.

He sat in the chair at the main console, he had been for a couple of days. 900 years and this was the first time the TARDIS had been wasn't something his sonic screwdriver could fix.

He'd tried a heart to heart, which had been difficult considering the machine didn't speak.

He had to find an answer though because he'd found the two people he belonged with in this regeneration.

Monday

Two weeks had passed and the out-casted companions sat together on a bench looking over the spot where the TARDIS had once been.

Rose rested her head on Jack' shoulder, letting out a dejected sigh as someone walked their dog over the exact spot she'd left the TARDIS in.

"He'll come back for us?"

"Of course he will. Why wouldn't he? He needs us." Rose smiled. "He'll figure out what to do."

"I hope so. 21st centaury London is….boring."

"It has it's charm."

"For you. To me, it's home. I wasn't ready to come home.

"If he doesn't come back I'll get us out of here."

"Really?"

"Of course!"

Tuesday

He felt cold.

For the first time in he couldn't remember how long he felt cold.

He felt a familiar feeling too. Something he hadn't felt since he collapsed in the TARDIS after he'd lost everything.

This wasn't as intense but it was certainly familiar.

He took the TARDIS to that little corner of space that sat empty, looking at it through the screen in the console.

He hated these melancholy feelings, this….angst. He was 900 hundred not 19. He'd spent plenty of time in other forms brooding over loss. He couldn't, he wouldn't do it anymore.

But he could still drink.

Wednesday.

He was a Time Lord. He had two hearts and a high tolerance for alcohol from most planets.

The water on Lactalis however could knock him for six, so he headed there, planning to get absolutely slaughtered for a couple of days.

Or years.

Shame the TARDIS took him 100 years too late from his chosen time. He landed in the middle of the revolution started over the water shortage.

In fact, she planted him in the middle of one of the first riots.

The storming of the palace.

He ran straight into a cloaked figure who said one word to him before he took their hand and ran though the crowd.

"Help."

Thursday

They hadn't done anything together than share her bed. Share the warmth and hope but Thursday night she cried for the first time since all this had happened.

Jack was at a complete loss. Faced with an exhausted Doctor he had taken him to bed.

Already in bed with an emotional Rose he did the only thing he could think of.

He kissed her.

Gently, at first, it was supposed to be soothing. He could do sensitivity but Rose kissed him back fiercely.

They shared in angry, desperate sex, trying to consume each other completely so they could forget about him.

Friday.

Jackie sat them down on her sofa like naughty children.

She had questions.

Rose had been 'visiting' now for two weeks almost and it didn't quite sit right.

Jack had been here a week now.

But there was no sign of the Doctor and that wasn't normal. Not in this situation. Not for them.

The Doctor was everywhere. Got into everything.

So she wanted to know what was really going on.

"It hates you?"

"More or less."

"And he's left you here."

"Yes, but he'll be back. He wouldn't leave us here for good."

The look on Jackie's face said she wasn't so sure.

Saturday

They'd spent a couple of nights hidden in the cellar of an abandoned tavern, used by a resistance cell to house meetings.

Lyra was a royal, a princess no less, that had gotten involved with the very people trying to bring down her family.

The Doctor had though this was a little insane but had loved the idea too. It immediately threw the girl into trouble and that was really his sort of person.

While he sat huddled up he found he could forget for an entire minute at a time that he missed Rose and Jack like he missed Gallifrey.