Disclaimer: I don’t (unfortunately) own anything to do with Doctor Who. All the rights on this belong to BBC. Sorry.

A/N: This takes place during the end of the episode Midnight, which is officially my favorite episode so far. I can’t help it; I completely loved all the drama! –beams- Anyway, enjoy the story. I would really appreciate it if all of you dropped me a review, then went to check out my other Doctor Who story. It’s called Attack of the Voyagers, and will eventually become a multi-chapter fic. :) Enjoy!

Summary: Set during the final minutes of the episode Midnight. The Doctor's point of view on the events, and how he felt when all the humans onboard the shuttle were ready to murder him without thought.

“It’s Gone, It’s Gone”

By Miles333

He felt hands grasping at his back through the tingling numbness that had spread through his veins and limbs. Someone was shouting behind him as they jerked savagely at the back of his jacket, but he couldn’t concentrate on the words. All he could hear was the creature’s voice, eating away at the inside of his mind, forcing his throbbing lips to form words that weren’t his.

Someone was sobbing, the shrill sound piercing his unprotected ears. More hands were uncaringly grabbing him, dragging him towards the door, towards his doom. He tried to make himself fight, but he couldn’t even do that. His legs and arms were limp and rubbery, and his neck found no strength to hold his head steady. He could do nothing to save himself, nothing to fight to keep his life. He didn’t even get a choice.

One of the barbaric humans, one of the people whom he had tried to help, to protect, was pulling roughly at his left arm. Pain shot through it and down his spine, as one of them pulled it the wrong direction. He caught a glimpse of a brown suit from the corner of his eye, which meant that the Professor was doing it to him. And still, he couldn’t cry out. His tight lips focused only on shoving the creature’s mocking words out. His throat constricted, as his voice was abused, without his permission. The words begged the others to kill him, to make it faster.

Just about all of them were helping now, except for Dee-Dee, the Hostess, and the creature inhabitating Sky. All of them wanted him gone, no matter what the cost. They wanted him dead, to save themselves.

His sneaker caught on the leg of one of the seats, and a mere ounce of hope flared within him. Maybe this would stop them, keep them from murdering him in cold blood. Humans weren’t really like this. They weren’t supposed to turn on each other. How could they find it within themselves to be so cruel, so heartless?

His foot slid free, his last hope at survival, as the Professor yanked at it. His face crushed into the back of another seat, yet still the unwanted words poured freely from his mouth. How he could still speak, he didn’t know. The breath was gone from his lungs, and the bitter cold was swirling around inside his body. Even as he screamed mentally, the words still came, unbidden.

And then another voice stood out clearly amongst the shouting of the others, and the words stopped pouring out. The Hostess was directly positioned before him, grabbing Sky’s body with one arm while stretching to reach the door controls with her free hand. Horror dawned within him as he realized what she was doing, as he saw the determined look painted on her face.

And then the brilliantly white light was blinding him, blaring suddenly into his unshielded eyes. He hardly felt it when the hands released him, as the scream tore itself from his raw and aching throat. His lips parted, allowing the creature’s unearthly wail to explode unwillingly from his lungs.

It felt like a whole eternity had passed while the Hostess held Sky’s body before the open door, though it was only six seconds. Then both were pulled out into the void of Midnight, and pure agony spiked through his chest. The door slammed shut, and the light abruptly vanished.

His body, finally free, slumped weakly to the floor. He gasped for air, lungs begging painfully for it. He couldn’t take his eyes from the now sealed door, thankful for the mere ability to control his own breathing once more.

Everything was silent except for his chorus of gasping breaths, and the ragged breathing of his would-be killers. “It’s gone, it’s gone, it’s gone. It’s gone, it’s gone,” he choked out breathlessly, rolling limply to lie on his back.

He repeated the words over and over again as he tried in vain to calm his racing hearts. They were all staring at him; he could feel their eyes resting weightily on him as he stared unblinkingly at the ceiling. He could almost taste their guilt in the air around him as he kept repeating the words. It was almost as if he were trying to reassure himself.

He grabbed at the arm of a seat located beside him, gripping the smooth leather as he tried to pull himself to his knees. None of the others offered him a hand, dropping into various seats as though the ordeal had weakened them, not him. His arm protested, making him realize that it was the one the Professor had been jerking on.

He dragged himself between two of the seats, slowly sinking to the floor, his back pressed securely against the wall. His hearts were still racing, refusing to stop their swift rhythm.

How could any humans be so vicious? They had been ready to kill him, without even a second thought. Just to save themselves from possible extinction, from the panicked terror that would they would be among the next ones possessed.

“I said it was her,” Val Cane, Jethro’s mother, said suddenly. He flinched back against the wall at her unwanted intrusion of the blessed silence, a burst of fear choking him. The others glared at her fiercely, anything to take the blame off of themselves. He didn’t even bother.

“It’s gone, it’s gone, it’s gone.” The words repeated on and on, inside his head now.

He was so tired, yet he couldn’t bring himself to allow sleep to overtake him. Who knew if these murderous monsters who called themselves human beings would attack while his guard was down. For all he knew, they would conspire against him, deciding to throw him out in case he spontaneously ‘infected’ any of them.

He had spent ten regeneration cycles protecting the human race, and for what? So that they could turn against him, morph into killers that would take the life of anyone who was different than them? His entire existence felt wasted.

In one of his jacket’s inside pockets, the cell phone that Martha had given him vibrated sharply. Robotically, he reached into his pocket and pulled the phone out. Pressing the talk button, he numbly raised it to his ear. He couldn’t say hello, couldn’t break away from the words that were playing their way repeatedly through his brain.

“This place is amazing. They even give you seaweed facials and manicures. You should have brought us here sooner, Doctor. Blimey, it’s like heaven. So, how’s your boring old train ride going? Get to those ‘sapphire waterfalls’ yet?” Donna paused, hesitating uncharacteristically, when he didn’t answer her. “Doctor?”

“It’s gone, it’s gone, it’s gone,” he whispered into the phone, still unable to close his eyes. They darted around, keeping track of the other passengers. Every movement that was made, whether it was sudden or not, seemed threatening to his wild and frazzled brain. “It’s gone, it’s gone, it’s gone.”

“Doctor? Doctor, are you alright?” Donna’s voice rose a note with obvious worry.

“It’s gone, it’s gone, it’s gone. It’s gone. It’s gone.”

There was one human that he could always trust. And she would always be there for him. Donna Noble wasn’t going to betray him, and he could count on her. Even if he couldn’t do that with anyone else.

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