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POV Alison

First the Master, now the Doctor alarmed her. She only knew him for a few days –or weeks, or months ? You can never know inside of a Tardis – yet she'd never have imagined he could look so miserable. He nearly frightened her. His eyes were crimson red, his face all wet and his hair all tousled.

He looked like he had just survived the Apocalypse –and according to him, he had already lived many. He was running around and about out of dread. He kept coming at the Tardis console and back at the headless android. Nevertheless, she tried to catch his attention.

"Doctor ! What are you doing exactly ?" She said with a hint of worry in her voice.

"Isn't it obvious ? I'm trying to make up for my mistakes !" He shouted at her.

POV Doctor

And by Rassilon, this is the biggest I've ever made. He thought.

He felt so helpless, so useless. He looked for any solution or data the Tardis could give him to bring back the Master but there was nothing to be found. Surely there was something. There HAD to be something ! She was the Tardis darn it ! She must hold some information to help him !

"Come on, old girl ! Don't do this to me !" He grumbled.

He began to lose his temper and punched bluntly everything in front of him.

Damn you ! Damn useless scrap heap ! Damn Time Lords ! Damn Daleks ! Damn Master !

Damn me !

He let himself fall onto his knees while still grabbing the console's rim. Tears began to run over his cheeks again. His arms ached but he didn't bloody care.

How could he ? How could he do this ? He ignored his best friend's feelings and his own all this time and for what ? He was so mad at himself. He regretted so much having let him down so many times he lost count.

For Rassilon's sake, why didn't he accept the first time the Master offered him to travel together ? Why didn't he ? Of course he knew he was lying when he said they could rule the universe benevolently. Of course he'd grown attached to his friends from UNIT and to humans. But was it a good enough reason ?

Now he recalled it, even if the Master wanted to destroy him, as he loved to claim it, he was always here to help –willingly or not. He has never abandoned him. Unlike what he has done.

He started to bang his head repeatedly into the console's rim. He wasn't even hearing Alison begging.

POV Alison

Here. He had lost his marbles. Here he was weeping and hurting himself like as a repentance. She was scared. She was now with a corpse and a self-mutilating madman. She had nothing to do here. She didn't belong here. She cried:

"Doctor ! Doctor stop it ! Bloody stop it !"

He didn't look as if he'd heard her. She flew off the handle.

"Will you stop this fucking stupid self-flagellation ? Smashing your skull open won't change anything !"

The Doctor stopped. He slowly tried to stand up. As she feared it, his forehead was all bruised and stained with blood. Oh god, what has he done ?

She wanted to rush at him but that frightening view froze her. Truth be told, she feared he might hit her for desperate people can become quite violent. Oddly enough, she didn't think the Doctor was an exception. Yet she tried:

"Doctor please, try to calm down."

He suddenly glared at her. There was rage in his eyes.

POV Doctor

"Calm down ? CALM DOWN ? Alison, don't you realise what I've done ? How can you expect me to calm down ?!" He yelled.

"You didn't do anything, you stupid space man ! He has gone out the Tardis on his own ! It's not like you forced him !"

Shit. Why was everyone so nice to him ? He was a terrible person.

"IT IS !" He screamed. "It is." He paused a moment.

"He's…was right. People like you say I'm a savior, that I should be praised… What a BULLSHIT !" He shouted punching the console again. He took a deep breath and ruffled his greyish hair back. Then an idea popped up.

"I know."

Of course. It was so obvious. He knelt down and open a door underneath the console. He just had to use the Tardis energy to fix the Master. All he had to do what to take the needed amount. He could bring him back after all.

He stood up and began tapping away frantically on many buttons. Then he looked up a screen waiting for an answer. It read "Operation impossible". The Doctor tried again. And again. And again. The Tardis kept telling ""Operation impossible".