So, sorry about the problems on the last chapter. All fixed up! Again, thank you Ruby.

Just so you know, it's not always going to be like this - every episode, in order, from every season. Some changes are coming, though I still haven't decided exactly when. I'm thinking nine's gonna make an appearance... you'll see how.

Anyway, enjoy!:)

The Doctor approached a computer, and I peered over his shoulder as he worked.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"Trying to see if I can find Martha," He muttered.

We settled then, falling into silence as we lost ourselves in our thoughts.

I was content just with watching and breathing in his scent. His face was entertaining, how his mouth twisted every now and then and his brow furrowed in concentration.

He straightened out, frustrated, as his eyes bored into mine. "I can't work with you watching me like that."

"Like what?" I asked, curious.

"Like, like," He stuttered, trying to find the word, his arms waving around. "Like you want to jump me!"

I chuckled. "Let's not get hasty, Doctor. You haven't even asked me for a drink yet."

"Asked you for a drink?"

I grinned salaciously. "A drink? That would be lovely. I propose that when this is all over and done with, we go to the spinning restaurant in Eros."

His eyes widened. "Eros? No, no, no."

"You know it then?" I laughed. "Come on, it's not like it's a bad place to be."

He shook his head. "That's a place for couples."

"So?"

"No."

I sighed. "You're just no fun."

"Can I just work, please?" he asked, exasperated. "We need to find Martha."

"Oh, alright."

I leaned back against the wall and rested my head back against it, staring up at the ceiling as I heard him work.

"Car four six five diamond six!" The Doctor suddenly cried. "It still registers! That's Martha. I knew she was good. Kylie, hold that in place."

I obeyed, approaching the computer and taking over the controls, holding the lever the Doctor had instructed me to.

The Doctor started pacing and muttering to himself, "Take the residual energy, invert it, feed it through the electricity grid."

"There's not enough power!" Novice Hame cried.

"Oh, you've got power. You've got me. I'm brilliant with computers, just you watch. Kylie, every switch on that bank up to maximum. I can't power up the city, but all the city needs is people."

"So what are you going to do?" Hame asked.

"This!" he yelled, throwing a big switch.

The lights went out, and I cursed, knowing his plan had failed.

"No, no, no, no, no, no, no." The Doctor exclaimed. "The transformers are blocked. The signal can't get through."

Doctor, the Face of Boe interrupted.

"Yeah, hold on, not now."

I give you my last, the Face of Boe continued.

With his words, the lights and the computer came back to life.

"Hame, look after him!" He yelled, rushing around. "Don't you go dying on me, you big old face. You've got to see this," He said, once again throwing down the big lever. "The open road. Ha!"

He ran to the computer's screen, fiddling with the controls.

"What's happening?" I asked him.

"I just freed all of the cars. I've opened the motorway. Now I'm just sending an hologram." He turned on the camera, and smiled. "Sorry, no Sally Calypso. She was just a hologram. My name's the Doctor. I've opened the roof of the motorway. Come on. Throttle those engines. Drive up. All of you. the whole under-city. Drive up, drive up, drive up! Fast! We've got to clear that fast lane. Drive up and get out of the way." He paused, before adding, "Oi! Car four six five diamond six. Martha! Drive up! You've got access above, now go!"

The Doctor seemed lost in his excitement, but I didn't miss the way Hame worried over the Face of Boe, or his pained face. I had the bad feeling he was dying, that he had given too much.

"Is he going to be okay?" I asked Novice Hame quietly.

"I don't think so," Hame whispered tearfully.

Don't worry about me, Kylie, the Face of Boe said, slowly.

"How can I not?" I asked. "You're dying."

But this isn't your end. You'll still see me, in your future.

"But right now-"

Princess, he warned.

I was surprised at the endearment. It seemed the Face of Boe and I would become close, somehow, in my future.

Believe me when I tell you there are no finer people to meet my end with.

Slowly, a crack began to appear on his glass tank. I could feel the tears threatening to spill over. I barely knew this creature, but there was something in him, so noble, so old, that I didn't want to see go.

"How much do you know about me?" I asked, trying to distract him and myself from the inevitable.

More than you'd think. I know what worries you now. Your secret.

"And? Should I tell him?"

The moment will come. You'll recognize it when it's time.

I couldn't resist the next question. "How will he react?"

There was a sound I could almost recognize as a breathy laugh. You'll see. And when he does, you need to learn to forgive him. That's what we all do, in the end. Forgive him.

"For what? Why do 'we' all forgive him for?"

There was a prolonged pause. For leaving us.

There was no time to take that in. The crack on the glass grew and grew, and I watched in horror.

"Doctor!" I managed to cry.

He looked over, and his excitement completely disappeared.

The glass finally broke, and the Face of Boe fell. The Doctor, Hame, and I rushed to him trying to move him from the glass and make him more comfortable.

Then we sat around him, sharing in the silence as we waited.

"What's that?" I heard Martha's voice suddenly ask. I was torn out of my thoughts, and as much as I tried, I couldn't manage to bring back my excitement that she was all right and well.

"It's the Face of Boe," was the Doctor's sad reply. "It's all right. Come and say hello. And this is Hame. She's a cat. Don't worry." Then he paused. "He's the one that saved you, not me."

"My lord gave his life to save the city," Novice Hame said. "And now he's dying."

Martha approached us and sat beside Hame.

"No, don's say that." The Doctor said quietly. "Not old Boe. Plenty of life left."

It's good to breathe the air once more, The Face rasped.

"Who is he?" Martha asked.

"I don't even know. Legend says the Face of Boe has lived for billions of years. Isn't that right? And you're not about to give up now."

Everything has its time. You know that, old friend, better than most.

"The legend says more," Novice Hame pitched in.

"Don't," The Doctor interrupted. "There's no need for that."

But she continued. "It says that the Face of Boe will speak his final secret to a traveller."

The Doctor waved her off. "Yeah, but not yet. Who needs secrets, eh?"

I would have laughed. In any other situation, I would have. Who needs secrets? Not me, I thought, sarcastically.

I have seen so much. The Face of Boe said. Perhaps too much. I am the last of my kind, as you are the last of yours, Doctor.

"That's why we have to survive. Both of us. Don't go."

I must. But know this, Time Lord. You are not alone.

My eyes flew wide open as I stared across the Face of Boe at the Doctor, who's only sign of having heard was the slight furrow in his forehead.

You are not alone.

The words ran through my head. Could it be true?

The whoosh of air brought my attention back to the Face of Boe. I watched, and finally a tear rolled down my cheek.

The Face of Boe had breathed his last breath.

We were back at Pharmacy Town. The stalls were all shut down, with Closed! signs at the front. The fumes still clogged my nose and the ground was littered, but the place was empty, everyone presumably having left in chance to find a better life.

"All closed down." The Doctor said, pleased.

"Happy?" Martha asked.

"Happy happy. New New York can start again. And they've got Novice Hame. Just what every city needs. Cats in charge." Then he paused, like he remembered something. "Uh, Kylie? How you holding up?"

I had been quiet since leaving the Senate. My arms were crossed over my chest, my hands clenched over my biceps. My body had started to shake somewhere on the ride between the Senate and Pharmacy Town.

I glanced up at the Doctor, and I couldn't stop the smirk that inched up my mouth. "Still want to jump you, if that's what you're asking. Though I think I'm going into withdrawals."

Martha seemed to choke on herself. "What did you just say?"

The Doctor's blush had returned. In the last few hours I'd found out that I'd quite liked making the Time Lord blush. It looked… appealing on him.

He cleared his throat. "Um, attraction patch. Just, hold on until we get to the TARDIS. I might have something to quicken the process."

"Wait," Martha was thoroughly confused, and jealous, if I was right. "Attraction what? You paid for one of those drugs?"

I rolled my eyes. "Relax. It definitely wasn't on purpose."

"Anyway," The Doctor interrupted. "Come on, time we were off."

Martha seemed to visibly shake off her worry over the patch. "But what did he mean, the Face of Boe?" She paused, and we followed suit. "You're not alone."

The Doctor shrugged. "I don't know."

I frowned, searching his face. It seemed improbable, that another Time Lord still lived. But maybe it was possible. The Doctor, however, didn't look like that even crossed his mind. How could he be so convinced that he was the only one? Maybe there was something I was missing from the war's story.

"You've got us," Martha offered, smiling. "Is that what he meant?"

The Doctor started smiling back, but he looked almost like he was just humoring her. "I don't think so. Sorry."

Martha's smile disappeared. "Then what?"

He shook his head, smiling ruefully. "Doesn't matter. Back to the TARDIS, off we go."

I watched as Martha took hold of a chair in the ground. She straightened it out, before plopping down in it, her arms and legs crossed.

He looked at her, surprised. "All right, are you staying?"

"Till you talk to me properly, yes. He said 'last of your kind'. What does that mean?" Then she turned to me. "And aren't you even a bit curious?"

I remained silent, shrugging.

Her eyes widened. "Oh, I see how it is. You already know."

The Doctor stepped in. "It doesn't really matter."

"You never talk." She argued. "You never say. At least, not to me, apparently. Why not?"

The speakers in the street sparked to life. The sound of a choir floated in through our ears.

"It's the city," Martha said. "They're singing."

The Doctor finally broke the silence that followed. "I lied to you," He stated. "Because I liked it. I could pretend with you. Just for a bit, I could imagine they were still alive, underneath a burnt orange sky. I'm not just a Time Lord. I'm the last of the Time Lords. The Face of Boe was wrong. There's no one else."

I winced. So he had realized. Only had had deemed in impossible, and rejected it.

"What happened?" Martha asked softly.

The Doctor sighed, and picked up two other chairs before placing them facing each other. He signaled me to one of them, and I sat.

"There was a war." He explained, gently. "A Time War. The last Great Time War. My people fought a race called the Daleks, for the sake of all creation. And they lost. They lost. Everyone lost. They're all gone now. My family, my friends, even that sky.

"Oh, you should have seen it, that old planet." He said, and the quality in his voice changed as he remembered. Both Martha and I lost ourselves in that light in his eyes, the image he painted forming right in out minds. His eyes glistened, and his voice wavered if only for a second. "The second sun would rise in the south and the mountains would shine. The leaves on the trees were silver and when they caught the light every morning, it looked like a forest on fire. When the autumn came, the breeze would blow though the branches like a song…"

I don't know how long we remained there, listening to the Doctor talk about his planet. Minutes, hours, they blended together. Nothing could have ripped us from the stories.

Well, almost nothing.

The shaking had worsened. I could barely keep myself from toppling from the chair. I couldn't bring myself to interrupt, however. So I remained quiet, reaching a point in which I couldn't even continue paying attention to his voice, as much as I liked it.

The attraction remained, of course. It was in the background, momentarily pushed down by the somber mood. There was nothing more I wanted than to take him in my arms and comfort him, though fortunately I was weak enough so that I wouldn't try to embarrass myself.

"Kylie?" Martha asked, finally noticed. "Doctor, Kylie's shaking."

The Doctor's face appeared in my line of vision. "Kylie? Kylie, come on, look at me."

"I am looking at you." I muttered.

He smiled. "Good. Keep doing that."

I tried grinning. "Oh, believe me. There's nothing else I'd rather do."

He rolled his eyes. Then my world wobbled as he picked me up, bridal style, and held me to his chest.

"Come, on," he said."To the TARDIS."