Jamie and Zoe

Never had he had a parting that he had felt so strongly about before.

Jamie and Zoe, because of his people, now didn't remember him. Well, they remembered their first little adventure with him, but after that, nothing.

Zoe had been with him a shorter time than Jamie, but in that time she had proved herself rather invaluable to him. A genius from the 21st century of Earth, with a photographic memory that had rarely failed them.

She had followed him and Jamie onto the TARDIS, thinking she could sneak aboard. He had spotted her however, but she had stayed on board and had fit in rather nicely.

It had been good to have someone who was up there in intelligence for him to talk with too and, he must admit, that definitely hadn't been Jamie.

Oh, Jamie...

Jamie had possibly been with him longer than even Ian and Barbara. He had been attached to that boy, just as Jamie had depended on him. Jamie hadn't been smart, he wasn't the strongest companion he'd ever had before either, but he made up for that in loyalty, bravery and personality.

They had bantered with each other all the time on silly things, threw insults at each other, and had quite a lot of laughs at each other, and at others around them. It was their way of bonding with each other and he would dearly miss it.

He hadn't wanted to say goodbye to either of them. But there he was, shaking their hands, his people watching, and he didn't want to show them exactly how attached he had gotten to those two.

They were humans after all. A lesser species. And that didn't bode too well with the Time Lords.

Now they had to go back to their lives before they had travelled with him. He had no doubts that Zoe would be alright, dropped off back onto the Wheel, where there was a crew that she could help run with her knowledge. She had looked a bit confused, but he knew that she'd get on with life soon enough. The Time Lords told him as much when he asked.

He had feared for Jamie when he had first seen where he had been dropped off, with a red coat on top of him. But the boy had run the soldier off, shouting his war cry, and had survived. He had laughed in relief at that. It was just like Jamie to do something like that. At least that hadn't been lost. Again, he got reassurances.

And now, not only had he lost his companions, but the Time Lords, his own people, were going to force him to change, and were leaving him on one planet, during one time, and taking his knowledge of how to operate his TARDIS away from him, until they choose to let him out of exile.

Well, it could be worse.

At least it would be Earth, the planet he was most knowledgeable about.

The planet he was most fond of.

Still, he wasn't looking forward to it at all.