Having quite recently discovered Doctor Who (they don't show it in my country), I am now going through all the episodes from 2005 onwards. Watching season 2 inspired me to begin this series of fics, which will basically be a look inside a character's head during some of the events in an episode. For those who have read my other DW stuff it might not come as a surprise that there's a slightly angsty edge to these, but nothing too serious. At the moment they are in chronological order, but later chapters might not be - I won't start shifting them around if I come up with something new later on.

Anyway, I hope you like it, and that I manage to portray the different characters as they should be portrayed. Obviously, nothing belongs to me. Please review so that I'll know how I'm doing! And for anyone into some similar A/11-stuff, I've got a series of those going on as well. Now, let's get started...

Oh yeah, and this one is from S2E3 - School Reunion, and it's DPOV.

The curse of the Time Lords

I was so happy when Sarah Jane turned up so unexpectedly. I hadn't realized that there would be problems with Rose, though. For some reason that I couldn't understand, Rose seemed to see Sarah Jane as a threat. Mickey, of all people, solved the mystery for me.

"Oh, mate, the missus and the ex. Welcome to every man's nightmare."

Right. Hadn't thought of it like that.

Soon enough, though, Rose and Sarah Jane seemed to get over their jealousy, and their squabbling turned into something that seemed to be called "Mock the Doctor". But then the presence of Sarah Jane seemed to awaken a new feeling in Rose: doubt. She put two and two together, and realized that she probably wasn't the only one since Sarah Jane.

Being Rose, she would never let something like that go. So she asked me about it straight out.

"How many of us has there been, travelling with you?"

Not something I was all too keen to go into.

"Does it matter?"

"Yeah, it does if I'm just the latest in a long line."

"As opposed to what?"

My voice sounded harsher than I had intended. Rose looked like someone had slapped her, which I guess wasn't really that far off.

"I thought you and me were… I obviously got it wrong."

I could see how strongly she felt the rejection. She sounded as if she might cry, and I hated myself for hurting her. But she had to understand. Like I told her, inevitably there would come a day when I'd have to give her up. It was always a choice between letting them go and losing them. It hurt like hell either way, but at least this way of doing it – leaving them behind, as Rose had put it – gave me a sense of control in the matter.

"You can spend the rest of your life with me. But I can't spend the rest of mine with you. I have to live on. Alone."

As I said it, I could feel the pain and grief for every one that I had ever lost or had to let go. It never got easier- it actually seemed to get worse, as the loss of another one added to that of all the others.

"That's the curse of the Time Lords."