A/N: Hello readers! I'm so sorry that i haven't written anything for a week! I was in greece (:D)! SORRY!!!!! This chapter is just to show how down in the dumps the doctor is before he gets sorted out by various friends and family of a certain Miss Rose Tyler . LOVE YOU ALL, PLZ REVIEW!!!!XXX

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'What am I gonna do, When the best part of me was always you? And what am I suppose to say, When I'm all choked up and you're okay? I'm falling to pieces, yeah, I'm falling to pieces.'

Breakeven - The Script.

A day later...

The doctor sat up abruptly in bed. For a second, he couldn't remember where he was, and why he was there. And then it hit him. He let out a groan. He couldn't be bothered with the world at the moment. If all he could do was hurt the people he loved, he didn't really have much of a life.

He picked up his phone from his bedside table and held it to his chest, praying silently for there to be some kind of message from Rose. He didn't care if it was her saying how much she hated him, he just wanted to hear her voice.

He looked at the screen. It said:

1 missed call from: Mickey Smith.

He sighed and put the phone back. He didn't want to talk to Mickey right now. He had already told him where he was staying, and didn't feel like being any more social than that. But Jackie had been right, he really did have to stop feeling sorry for himself. And control the Donna Within. Thinking back over the previous day, he found that Rose had done absolutely nothing wrong. Nothing to justify him shouting at her. Nothing to justify him breaking her heart for about the twelfth time in her life.

Bloody Donna, was all he could think. But he felt a wave of sorrow wash over him as he thought of her. He had been lucky in the meta-crisis. He had been able to carry on living his life, not that it would be much of a life if Rose did decide that he had hurt her too much this time. But Donna at that moment would have been living the same old life before she met him, complete with an unsatisfying job and an evil mother. He hoped his other self had talked a bit of sense into that woman before he left.

Cutting himself off from his rather depressing chain of though, he walked into the bathroom of his bland hotel room and looked himself up and down in the mirror. He looked so much older when he was alone or sad. He'd have to watch that now. He'd start getting grey. If only his ninth body could see him now. Rose Tyler had turned him into a pretty boy. And he didn't mind one little bit.

Though that wouldn't be any use now....

Would it?

Could Rose forgive him, yet again, for being an arse hole?

He hoped so because he really loved her and-

There was a banging at the door.

"RIGHT! DOCTOR! OPEN THE DOOR NOW, OR I WILL HAVE IT REMOVED AND YOU WILL ENDURE A LOT MORE PAIN THAN I ALREADY INTEND TO INFLICT ON YOU!" Shrieked a voice that was unmistakably Jackie's from the other side of the door.

"MORE PAIN THAN YOU HAVE INFLICTED ON MY GIRL!" Yelled Pete Tyler, banging aswell.

He hesitantly opened the door at that.

His eyes widened as a crowd of people barged through the doorway, and sat themselves down.

He shut the door and turned around to see the angry eyes of Mickey, Jake, Jackie, Pete, Gwen, Ianto, Jack, Alex, Ben and Astrid staring up at him.

Uh-oh.