A/N Managed to find some time to write this. Set after Donna leaves and basically the Doctor is trying and failing to console himself. It's been a while since I've written anything, so it might not be up to my usual standards. Apologies. Reviews would be nice :) And when I wrote this I was thinking of the line "My loneliness is killing me," Hopefully short and sweet?
Disclaimer: I don't own Doctor Who. Or the song this was kind of sort of based on.
It was O.K, being alone.
Being alone meant there was no-one to trip over a Borgal (Rose) or get into a slanging match with a Sleetel (Donna). There was no-one to flirt while he was trying to wire up a very complex polygon core monitor, (Jack) and no-one to blunder into oblivion without realising it (he was thinking of the time Martha nearly accidentally walked into a lava pit due to an argument over lost change, but it applied to anyone really).
Also, there were no mothers to slap him. A true bonus.
Oh, who was he kidding? He'd do anything to have any one of them back. Even with their slap happy mothers. He liked human company. Humans were everything he wanted to be.
Yes, that was the truth, he realised. He liked human company because he wished he were human. Imagine, not having to save the world every five seconds, not having to stroll into intergalactic wars and bring peace, not being the last of the Time Lords. If he could live an ordinary life, just for a day...
True, he would lose his freedom but...
It'd be worth it if he could have had Rose. If he were just another human she'd met at work or who moved to her estate, then who knows what could have happened?
The sad fact was, he wasn't human and another sad fact was that he was jealous of humans. They lived while his race died. They lived right up until the end of the universe, doing whatever they had to survive. While he was left as one of a kind, alone in the universe.
No matter how many people he saved, he always ended up alone. Life just wasn't fair.