The Doctor walked down the street as quickly as he could. That girl was going to be killed after she was trying to save the universe, save him, and save everyone human-being in the universe from being slaves. That was such a self-sacrifice that he could never see himself committing but yet somehow that girl could, but why? He sighed as he entered his house.
"Good evening sir Doctor," said one of the house maids. The Doctor nodded to her. He stopped in his steps as a thought came to mind. The Doctor turned around. The Maid looked at him, almost worried.
"What's your name?" he asked. The Maid blinked.
"Sarah, my name is Sarah sir," she answered shakingly. Why was he asking her name? Was she in trouble? Had she offended him in anyway? She clutched her cloth tightly in worry. The Doctor looked at her hands and noticed this. He gave her a reassuring smile.
"Please to meet you miss Sarah," he said, then turned around and walked up the stairs to his room. Sarah stood there in shock, did he just ask her name just because he could? She went back to cleaning with this thought stuck in her head.
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The Doctor shut his bedroom doors behind him and let out a sigh. He paused and looked at the desk only a few paces away from where he stood. He strode over to it and sat down. He opened the middle drawer and took out a small book. It was something he had found in his room when they won the Time War. He had never opened it, but that day he did. He blinked. On the front page was a drawn picture of that maid who had looked through his room, under it was the name 'Rose'. He looked at the page next to it and found another picture of him and her and under it was the name Jane Smith. In the bottom corner she drew a small heart and inside wrote the words: The Doctor and Rose Tyler, proof true love still exists.
He shut the book with a loud thud and put it back in the desk drawer. He stood up and went to sit on his bed. He rubbed his forehead in thought. This made no sense, did he really know that woman? He paused as he reached under it bed and pulled out something. He sat on his knees as he looked at the small blue police box he had made after they took his TARDIS to the junkyard. Of course he hadn't really cared all that much, they had won the war and that was all that mattered to him. He knit his brows together, put the small box back under his bed, and walked down the stairs and out the door.
He couldn't lie to himself about that anymore. He had loved that box, he loved the TARDIS, his TARDIS, and it wasn't anyone else's, just his. He paused in the road. He wasn't sure she'd forgive him and work for him again, and who knows if she was even still in one piece. He knit his eyebrows again. If there was one thing broken on her counsel, someone was going to die a very painful death, and with that thought the Doctor raced down the road at top speed towards the junkyard to get his wonderful blue box back.
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The Doctor hopped back down to the ground from the top of the fence. His legs tingled from the long fall as he looked around. The foul smell made him cough as he searched the horizon for his TARDIS. He jogged away from the fence and looked from left to right searching for her. He stopped as he came to a steep slope. And right before him was the TARDIS. Without any thought to it the Doctor slid down the slope and over to the TARDIS. He put his hand on her.
"What did they do to you? What did I do to you, why did I let them put you here! I am an idiot, I never should've let them touch you," he murmured. He blinked as the TARDIS doors opened. He got a huge smile on his face and ran into the TARDIS. He set his hand on her counsel and everything lit up again. The Doctor looked around as she made that wonderful noise she always made. "Hello Sexy….