The Doctor was finding it a lot harder than expected to get over Donna's leaving. He was feeling down a lot, and he didn't have that spark of adventure in him. Rose helped a lot, by being patient with him and giving him space when he needed it, and he didn't hesitate to tell her how much he loved her for it, but everywhere he went on the TARDIS he would find little reminants of Donna being there, a mug here, a cardigan or hairbrush there. The TARDIS had archived her room, and left it exactly how it was, to gather dust down a corridor only he went to, the corridor filled with old companion's rooms.

Rose was inside the Gallifrey replica room, her favourite place to go and think, so The Doctor took a stroll down to the old hardly used corridor and looked around at the rooms. One of his favourites was Sarah Jane's old room, which always reminded him of old times but on this occasion, he walked straight past it. He headed down the corridor to the end where all the newest unused rooms where put, and walked into Donna's.

He had only been in there once or twice, but one look and it just screamed Donna. The walls were a fiery red colour, reminding The Doctor of Donna's personality, and in the middle sat her bed. She could have had any luxury queen sized, fluffy, feathery bed to choose from, but in her subconscious all she really wanted was a bit of home. So in the middle of the regal room, was a simple metal framed double bed, with old brown and white bedcovers, and a pillow with an odd stain on it. He smiled, Donna was never one for taking, she liked things that she had achieved on her own.

He turned on a switch on the wall, which he believed to be a light switch, but he was surprised when a projection of the galaxy lit up the room. It almost felt as if you were flying through it in your own little TARDIS, with a million stars twinkling around you. He looked up with wonder for a few moments, with a slight smile on his face before switching it off, and stepping out of the room, locking the door behind him. He briefly gazed down the rest of the hallway filled with all those empty rooms, with empty dreams still left inside. Some of the owners had gotten smart, gotten lucky and left before they got hurt, or sometimes after. The name Martha jones swirled around in his head, clever Martha who got out whilst she could. Because he was The Doctor, and he ruined lives, and how long would it be until he ruined Rose's? Granted she couldn't really die, but she could still get hurt, on the inside and the outside. Sometimes he thought that time lords really did live too long, and maybe it was time for the universe to forget him.

He walked through the rest of the corridor without a second look, and started walking to the control room. He bumped into Rose, who was leaving Gallifrey.

"Oops sorry doctor," she said brightly before noticing the sad look on his face, "are you alright yeah?" she asked

"'m fine" The Doctor mumbled

"What?"

"I'M FINE," The Doctor shouted in her face, but immediately regretted it when he saw her cautiously step away from him. She looked afraid and hurt and it broke his hearts.

"Ro-Rose, I'm so-" he tried to say before Rose turned and fled from him back into Gallifrey. "I'm sorry" he whispered to what was now an empty space before banging his head against the wall.

He marched off into the control room, adamant that he was most definitely the worst person in the whole universe. He had shouted in Rose's face for no reason, Rose the woman that he loved with both his hearts times one trillion and infinity, and he had just shouted at her. He hung his head slightly and began piloting the TARDIS somewhere where he couldn't cause any trouble. He knew that once Rose was in Gallifrey, she would come out for hours and he needed a place to think where he wouldn't be distracted, so he piloted the TARDIS to Mars.

Rose aimlessly strolled through Gallifrey, and sighed slightly. She knew The Doctor was under a lot of stress and was feeling really upset about Donna's leaving, which had brought up some old emotions as well from companions before and after her that had left. She knew he was hurting and he didn't mean to shout at her, and he was probably kicking himself about it, but she also knew that it wouldn't hurt to leave him on his own for a bit, as he would probably take the TARDIS somewhere to think, and he needed that. She knew he'd be back in a few hours.

-7 HOURS LATER-

Rose had just left Gallifrey and walked into the control room to find The Doctor, and she thought she was going crazy when she saw that he was crying. She warily approached him, "doctor?" she said slowly and gently. He looked up and sniffed slightly before saying anxiously

"Rose I did a bad thing, like proper scary bad"

"Doctor, what did you do?" Rose asked, getting worried

"I, I went to mars, to Bowie Base 1"

"What happened?" Rose asked anxiously, before sitting down next to him on the railing floor. He laid into her lap and she gently stroked his hair whilst he told her the story of Captain Adelaide Brooke and the water infection. He had gone crazy, and after losing Donna and going through all his other emotions, upsetting Rose had put him over the edge. He told Rose about the Timelord Victorious and how he had very nearly ruined the universe and planet earth's future.

He got especially upset when he told her about Adelaide killing herself, and the ood that had appeared to him, before disappearing. He confided in her about how scared he was about dying, and how it could be his perpetual death and how he didn't want to lose her. She smiled at him, and he sat up, looking into her eyes and looking at her beautiful tear-stained face and she looked into his deep brown eyes, tarnished with the scars of the war. She reached up and stroked his face gently and whispered lightly "I meant what I said and I'm never gonna leave you." before kissing him sweetly and soundly, easing him of all stress and guilt and worry. Right in that moment, he wasn't the timelord victorious, although he wasn't sure he ever was, and he wasn't the killer of his own kind or the oncoming storm or a life-ruiner. In that moment he was Rose's and she was his, and he wouldn't have it any other way.