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1) I AM SO FREAKING SORRY!

2) Year nine is more difficult than I anticipated

3) I'm a lazy biatch

4) It's Glee's fault. Let's just blame Glee.

5) I do love you guys, and thank you for my reviews, you guys made my day(s [as there were many])

They got as far as the underground car park of Torchwood, right across the plass from their apartment. As soon as he killed the engine, Donna grabbed his face between her hands, and pulled it down to hers.

"Screw the walk." He muttered into her mouth as he grabbed her shoulders and pulled her closer. She was twirling her fingers through his hair, and his hands were loitering at the straps of her dress- both of them being too distracted to notice anything but what was happening between them, let alone the sound of a spaceship materializing.

"FINE!" She bellowed, jumping to her feet, and turning to face him, ignoring the look of surprise on his bespectacled face. "YOU WANT ME? WELL HERE I AM!"

With her heart pounding in her chest like a drum, she marched up the steps towards him.

She stood in front of him, fuming with rage, and with all the strength she could muster from her wobbly-feeling limbs, she gave him a wallop right in the middle of his chest.

"HOW DARE YOU?" She screamed. "YOU DO THAT TO ME, THEN SKULK AROUND THE UNIVERSE FOR MONTHS ON END, LEAVING ME TERRIFIED OF MY OWN SHADOW, AND THEN COME BACK HERE LIKE NOTHING HAPPENED! YOU TALK DOWN TO MY FRIENDS, AND LAUGH AT THEIR LOYALTY!" She looked up from his chest (where she'd been throwing her voice) and into his eyes. His face had crumbled, and it occurred to her that he'd been donning the cheery facade the entire him, but at that moment, she was just too angry to care. "AND IF YOU DON'T BELIEVE ME, ASK THEM! YOU KNOW WHY? BECAUSE THEY WERE THE ONES PINNING ME DOWN AND DRUGGING ME WHEN I WAS TOO HYSTERICAL TO SLEEP, OR CRYING SO MUCH THAT I COULDN'T BREATHE! AND ALL. BECAUSE. OF. YOU!" She exhaled deeply, and he opened his mouth to speak, but she held up her hand. Rage like she'd never felt before was wiling away inside her. "I'm not finished with you time lord." She hissed venomously, walking towards him, and forcing him to scramble back. "I don't care how much good you do, or how much good you've done. It wasn't some sort of reward for your efforts, you know. Nothing, I repeat, nothing, gives you the right to do to anyone what you did to me." She snarled, breathing heavily. The rest of the team looked on open mouthed in shock, while the Doctor kept his eyes trained on the floor.

"But you think it ends here?" She asked. "No, no. Wait until Jack gets his hands on you- you'll not live to see another day! You'll never be able to set foot on this planet again- we'll tell U.N.I.T and they'll banish you or something! Or maybe, we'll tell some old friends of yours."

The Doctor looked up, eyes wide with fear. A sudden twinge of guilt hit her- he was old and sad and she'd made him afraid, but it soon passed.

"Ple-" He began, but she interrupted him swiftly.

"No, no-no, you don't get to speak! I've told Sarah Jane, and Dr Sullivan, you remember him! Or maybe Mr and Mrs Chesterton- they got married you know, and neither of them has aged at all! Or maybe Miss Frost, or Grace Holloway! All of these people who love you will close their arms to you- and all because you lost Rose."

She knew that she'd hit home when the Doctor flinched violently. After what must have been a solid five minutes filled with her berating him, he was still unable to look her in the eye.

"You had friends, who wanted to help- I wanted to help, I was willing, but instead you... satisfied your urges." She was winding down now, almost finished. "And now, Doctor, Doctor, I think that I may be the first to say it, but honey, I'm disappointed. Jack is disappointed. Do is Donna, Sarah, the Brig, Harry, the Chestertons, Jo, Grace. All your associated who once worshipped you- disappointed. And I can't say that I blame them."

The silence was louder than ever.

He raised his head to look her in the eye, his own brown orbs shining with tears.

"I- I never..." he mumbled, choking back the tears that were threatening to flow, "In all my time, I never done something so... I don't inten-tend to again, I just... I woke up the next morning and I realized what I'd done... I almost threw myself in a supernova when I thought about how you must have been feeling- that I made you feel like that... because the people that do that sort of thing I would normally be all high and mighty to, and they'd be the ones bringing death and destruction to the world, but I'm not better than then, am I?" He chuckled weakly, and then looked at her imploringly, his beautiful brown eyes wide. She felt her resolve begin to soften.

"Please," He begged, "I know that you hate me, and I completely understand how, but..." He trailed off, swallowing hard and running an agitated hand through his hair. "Jack, he left a note after... well... you know. I haven't got it with me anymore, a Graske are one hell of a pick-pocket, see but what he said really, got to me. It was horrible." He choked slightly, then took a few deep breaths.

"Continue." She ordered, impatiently.

He nodded and did as he was bid.

"I am so, so old, nine hundred and five. I have known so many people, and they've all left me. We've all gone our separate ways. Some left by choice, some... some weren't so lucky." He suddenly collapsed to his knees in front of her, and bored into her eyes with his own. They were old, and filled with the pain and hurt of every second he'd ever known. "All my family died. They're all gone. So many others have joined them, and some were snatched away like Rose-" His eyes closed for a moment, and he quivered with restrained sobs. Had every loss been as painful for him as Rose's had? She suddenly found herself resisting the urge to comfort him.

"Please forgive me." He begged, his eyes suddenly open again. "I know that you don't want to, and I don't expect that you will, but please, oh please, I can't bear the thought of losing everybody that I love because of one moment of lust and greed- I can't live with myself knowing what I've done, it's killing me." His voice was faint, until if delved into a whisper. "Please."

His eyes were boring into her, searching her soul for the possibility that she might say yes. She glanced un-easily over at the team, her friends. Ianto appeared to be mostly shocked about what had happened (she expected that she'd be getting a talk about keeping secrets very soon), while Adele's eyes were filled with tears – some slipping down her cheeks from the Doctor's words. Finally, she brought herself to look at Owen. So many emotions could be portrayed in one expression, she'd never known. For a fraction of a second, the world around her seemed to just fade, leaving just the two of them. The only thought in her mind was to run to him, into his arms, and hug him, kiss him, reassure, to love and to feel loved. As soon as the world had faded into existence again, it faded out again, leaving her in front of a still mute Doctor.

She looked into his eyes.
He looked back.
The heartfelt apology seemed to weigh on her shoulders like lead.
The images of that night flashed through her mind.
Jack's loving, caring, big brother actions followed.
The thought of the Doctor being alone for so long- lonely and friendless.
The thought of him punishing himself for the rest of his exceptionally long life.
She couldn't do this.

She sighed and turned her body away, arms folded, and she stared into the distant ceiling. After a moment, she heard him move.

"Okay. I'm sorry." He whispered, his voice hollow.

His coat swished as he made his way back to his spaceship, and she spoke.

"Don't think we're friends all of a sudden." Her words echoed around the silent hub. "This is an acceptance of the apology, not a sudden declaration of friendship." She turned to face him, arms still folded, and her expression serious. "And i can't promise to be civil, but I forgive you." He nodded at her words.

"Thank yo-" She held up her hand to silence him.

"Don't speak. Not a word. Get in your spaceship and flay away before I change my mind."

He nodded, and closed the door behind him hurriedly with a snap.

He was lodged in front of the gearstick. He was not, by any means comfortable. Jack kissed Donna's neck, feeling shivers run up and down his spine, when they heard it. Her head whipped up and she looked around.

"Upstairs." He deduced, a sudden fear wracking his body. What if he'd taken her away, or hurt her again? Or what if-

"Jack!" Donna screeched, slapping him with her shoe. "Come on!" She shouted, opening the door, and hauling him out. He ran faster than he'd ever run before, yet the distance seemed to go on forever. He almost splattered Gwen in the doorway of the tourist office as he bounded through the small room. He slammed his hand on the button to open the secret door with such force that the wood around the panel splintered. He faintly registered Donna and Gwen running behind him, calling for him to slow down, but he couldn't. The blood was pounding in his ears as he finally reached the cog door, and pressed the button, the door rolling open. He hurtled into the hub, and saw Toshiko, sitting on the couch, drinking tea. Wordlessly, he strode over to her, and scooped her up in a bone-crushing hug, squeezing as tightly as he could.

"Jack!" She laughed, awkwardly patting him on the head, and kicking her feet, trying to find solid ground to stand on, but her toes only reached about a foot to the floor.

"You're okay?" He asked, speaking into her shoulder.

"I'm okay." She confirmed.

He relaxed slightly, and out her down, though he didn't let go of her. He'd never let go of her.

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