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Tenth Doctor- Fractured soul

The TARDIS materialized in a dimly lit alley, the Doctor sprinting out of the doors with a fierce determination in his eyes. His brow furrowed, and his hands balled into fists as he charged towards a looming figure that was about to harm an innocent bystander.

With lightning-fast reflexes, the Doctor lunged at the assailant, landing a series of expertly executed punches before the figure even had a chance to react. The sound of his fists connecting with the assailant's body echoed through the narrow alley, and the Doctor's frustration and anger poured out with every blow.

But as he continued to unleash his wrath upon the attacker, a darkness seemed to swallow him whole, transforming the controlled fury into unbridled rage.

The assailant stumbled back from the force of the Doctor's assault, but before the Doctor could land another blow, the figure pushed the Doctor aside and made a hasty retreat, disappearing into the darkened streets.

Panting heavily, the Doctor took a step back, his chest rising and falling with every ragged breath. Anger and frustration pulsed through him like a storm that refused to abate.

Feeling a surge of irrational rage, the Doctor's fury erupted as he turned and sent a fierce punch at the brick wall with a resounding thud. Pain shot through his hand, but he hardly noticed as his emotions consumed him, the sound of his knuckles hitting the wall echoing through the empty alley.

"Y/N!" he roared, his voice laced with a mixture of anger and grief, but his call was filled with desperation.

You were already rushing to his side, your heart aching at the sight of the Doctor's anguish. His knuckles were raw and bleeding, the pain etched onto his face as he struggled with the tide of emotions threatening to overwhelm him.

Without a word, you gently took his hand in yours, the warmth of your touch a balm against his wounded soul. You pressed a gentle kiss to his bloodied knuckles, your lips tender and comforting as you silently offered him your unwavering support.

He blinked, startled by your touch, your love and compassion cutting through the storm that had engulfed him. The Doctor's defiant exterior crumbled, and the facade of strength he had clung to for so long dissolved away, leaving him raw and vulnerable.

You wrapped your arms around him, pulling him close as he buried his face in the crook of your neck, his body shaking with silent sobs. The tears poured from his eyes, the weight of the universe crashing down on him.

"I can't... I can't do it anymore, Y/N," he whispered between choked sobs. "I can't keep losing. I can't save everyone. I'm so... so tired."

You held him tight, letting the weight of his pain rest against your heart as you whispered words of comfort, your love a beacon of warmth in the darkness that threatened to consume him.

"It's okay, my love," you murmured, your voice a soothing melody. "You don't have to carry this burden alone. I'm here for you. You don't have to be strong all the time. Let it out, let it all out. I've got you."

The Doctor clung to you, his tears finally flowing freely, releasing the anguish and despair that had been building up inside him. With each shuddering breath, the storm within him began to calm, the weight of his emotions finding solace in the safety of your embrace.

After what felt like an eternity, the Doctor's sobs began to subside, his breathing slowly steadying as he clung to you, drawing comfort from the unwavering love and understanding you offered.

You gently guided him to a nearby bench, sitting beside him as he leaned against you, finding solace in your presence. You wrapped a hand around his shoulders, offering him the warmth and reassurance that he craved.

"I'm so sorry, Y/N," the Doctor said, his voice faltering with emotion. "I didn't mean to let this happen. I didn't want you to see me like this."

You cupped his face in your hands, looking into his eyes with all the love and compassion that filled your heart. "You never have to apologize for being human, my love," you said softly. "You've saved so many lives, but it's okay to feel the weight of those you couldn't. You're not alone in this. I'll always be here for you, through every high and every low."

The Doctor's gaze softened as he looked into your eyes, the love shining in them a beacon of hope in the darkness that had nearly consumed him. With a deep breath, he let go of the pain that had gripped him, letting himself surrender to the love and comfort you offered.

In your loving embrace, the Doctor found a sense of peace and acceptance that had eluded him for so long. For the first time in what felt like an eternity, he allowed himself to be vulnerable, to let go of the burden that had weighed him down.

As the tears faded, you leaned in and pressed a tender kiss to his forehead, whispering words of love, understanding, and a promise to stand by him no matter what.

The Doctor leaned into your touch, letting the warmth of your love seep into his weary soul, finding strength and solace in your unwavering presence.

And as the two of you sat together, gathering the pieces of the Doctor's fractured soul, you knew that you would always be there for him, guiding him through the storms and basking in the sunshine that awaited on the other side.