Four/Sarah Jane Fanfiction Dump

Another Depressing AU (non edited)

Their relationship had lasted from her time of 4:00 pm on March 6th 1980 until 1:27 am on October 14th, 1982 when The Doctor had come home after working half the night and found another man in their bed on top of her. He didn't even say anything or moved his face from his tired blank expression even as they screamed and the man hurried to put on his clothes and leave. Sarah had begun to cry and apologized over and over but by then it was just white noise to him, like the buzzing of a fly.

He walked silently picking up his coat and headed into the TARDIS and although Sarah was on her knees begging him to stay and to listen to her, his mind was made up already. The Timelord simply opened his TARDIS door and looked into her pleading guilty eyes before shutting the door. He figured she would do something drastic so he kept the TARDIS in her attic monitoring her and making sure she didn't do anything to harm herself.

He walked into his bedroom where a picture of her had been framed and simply sighed before taking off his shoes and shirt and crawled under the Gallifreyan sheets and bed in its distinct circular shape and raised sides that Sarah had called "nest like".  The Doctor curled under the soft downy covers and burrowed into his pillow still silent and feeling hollow inside. His ship chirped and hummed to him trying to comfort her beloved pilot but grew depressed herself for his lost.

The Doctor could hardly perceive the time passing anymore, it all just seemed like white noise and the feeling of utter and pure heartache. He wasn't the perfect Timelord and practically hated his society but couple were often together for all of their lives and it wasn't uncommon for the other partner who had been cheated on to commit suicide. It was what had brought their race into one of intellect, the most high virtue to be faithful. The Doctor didn't want to leave his bed anymore, he was worthless and had been hurt he would stay until he regenerated and hopefully then could move on. Sarah didn't love him after he gave her everything he had for her and instead had been taken advantage of.

Time passed and The TARDIS even though he had asked her to let nobody in finally let Harry inside after he had been called in by Sarah Jane, who was hardly able to function herself, to go and make sure he hadn't done anything drastic and harmful. The Doctor laid in his same curled up position on the bed when his door opened and Harry walked in and ran to his side.

"Doctor? Can you hear me Doctor?" He asked taking his pulse and uncovering his body from the cocoon that surrounded him to see if he was still breathing. The Doctor looked up at him.

"I'm fine Harry please leave me be. I only have a bit longer until I change again." He rasped softly, his throat and body stiff from lack of water.

"Doctor? You haven't eaten or drunken anything? You're so dehydrated your hair is thinning and practically falling out! Your skin is stiff! " Harry said opening a drawer and finding an IV and a mix of nutrients and water waiting inside. The TARDIS wheezed encouragingly to Harry who set up a drip IV and found a vein to start bringing him back to life.

"No...stop....let me die....I have nothing left in this body...." The Doctor groaned trying to raise his shaky hand to pull out the life giving solution.

"Oh no you're not dying on me again old boy. Not like this." He said tying his hands tightly in his scarf and running out to call UNIT to bring an ambulance and prepare him a bed. The Doctor tried for the IV as he left but was overcome with exhaustion as the liquid began to circulate and begin the healing process. Harry in what seemed like mere seconds rushed in with Benton and Sarah Jane who collapsed with a scream into The Brigadier's arms as soon as she saw the skeleton of what had been the love of her life, being carried out and passed out into darkness.

He awoke around a day later and found himself in a hospital bed covered into warm and soft blankets and being given nutrients through an IV. He groaned and pulled at the needle in his skin but was stopped easily by Harry who placed his hand back down silently.