Well, it was a good thing there was someone he wouldn’t ever lose, and that that person was nearby. He didn’t say anything, just watching the Doctor for a moment before coming over and resting a hand on his shoulder, gently turning the Doctor around to embrace him. He didn’t say anything else, didn’t need to say anything, and just held him.
At the touch… the dam broke.
The Doctor clung to his as he wept, not caring that the key was still in the lock.
It took him physically 5 minuets to calm down. He felt like it had all bubbled over. Rose, Martha, Donna… Koschei… Jack… He had let them all down.
As the tears slowed to a stop, He just stood there, wrapped in his arms.
Pulling away, he sniffed, wiped his face, Before cupping his cheeks and kissing him slightly, mainly in thanks, before taking his hand and leading him into the console room, before he could break again….
because 5 minuets crying would never fix hundreds of years of pain.
Jack held him tightly as he wept, rubbing his back up and down and murmuring little whispers of encouragement and support. He knew all too well what this felt like, and even as he felt the Doctor start to calm down, he knew that the storm was far from over.
He let him go as the Doctor started to pull away, pleasantly surprised by that small kiss. He happily followed as he was led into the TARDIS, watching the Doctor more than where they were going.
“Hey,” he finally said, breaking the silence. “Talk to me.”
The Doctor lent against the console heavily and bit his lip at the request, holding Jacks hand tightly.
“Donna can never remember…” He started softly after taking a shaky breath. “I…. The meta-crisis… it was killing her…”
He swallowed hard. “A human was not designed for a time lord mind… I-” His breath hitched and he closed his eyes tightly, before opening them a moment later, having collected himself again.
“I had to wipe all her memories of me, you and anything we had done together…. She can never remember, or she willdie.”
(continued from ask) drapetxmaniia: (10th) the doctor wraps his arms around the masters waist, hoping to surprise him as he pushed his cold nose into his neck, a grin on his lips, before he kissed it.
Koschei’s entire form tenses, the way a cat arches its back; his features contort into an expression of shock that quickly evolves into haughty outrage.
“COLD,” he protests explosively.
He wriggles like a mongoose with the intent to turn, when instead far warmer lips suckle on his neck. His deeply sensitive, long, handsome neck.
And instead he’s writhing with a host of entirely other urges.
“M-mmmm,” he groans, and flashes a lazy smile.
–//–
The Doctor Laughed softly in amusement, and takes pity on him, (If you can call it pity, or just plain teasing) before pulling away so that he can kiss his cheek.
“I seem to have captured some kind of beautiful cat-like creature,” He grinned, laughter still in his voice. “I think ill keep him all for myself~” he comments jokingly, before returning to why he suddenly decided to capture him in a hug.
“You’re not cold are you? I think The ol’ Girl’s suddenly turned the heating down, but everything is fine on screen, but i keep getting the shivers.” and as if to prove a point another uncomfortable cold spell flashed though his body, making him grimace and hug Koschei a little tighter.
(They need to meet somehow lol) – 10th Doctor – “ Who are you really? “
“Really and truly?” Layla asks with a lilting tease, mischief shining in her honey-gold gaze. “Well, that would depend on who you ask, I suppose. Or when you ask. And what timezone we’re in. And personal timelines…”
Her smirk grows as she looks up at him. “Surely you know how it is, oh Lord of Time. But if you require a name, you may call me Layla Jacquel.”
“Layla, eh? A pleasure to meet you Miss Layla Jacquel, Im the Doctor, tho you might actually know that.” He smiled.
“Tell me, Layla, Are you going to be Trouble? Or can i trust that Earth and its people are going to be safe when i’m not around, hmm?”
Not that they were ever really safe without him there, which was why he almost always had to save them… and so often as well.
@canspotatimeagent – this needed to be written ASAP. Do as you like with it but it’s soulmate AU.
—//—
The Doctor grimaces as he squints through the pain that he was feeling.
He had been resisting the pull that he had been feeling for quite some time. This was a soulmate pull, one that was also unique, because he knew he had two… one had died in his arms, refusing to regenerate, corrupted by power… and the other immortal, broken, his life ruined by him.
Sure he had loved rose, but that wasn’t the soulmate pull, the pull was something that was through the timelines… something that he had fell since he was a child, something to lead him to him human…
A pained grunt left him as he slid to his knees, he had to keep away, he let jack leave, to go back to Torchwood, knowing he was better off without him.
But now that Donna was gone, and he was alone. Nothing to distract him from the tightness in his chest.
As he sat on the floor, eyes closed, back to the console, hand on his chest as he took breaths to calm the ‘pain’, the TARDIS chimes softly, sadly.
Jack was better off without him in his life… he just runed it for everyone.
Funny thing was, Jack was feeling that same pain. He wasn’t aware of what it was, just that there was this aching in his chest since he’d gotten back to Cardiff. He’d gotten very good at ignoring it, but in time, he realised that the only time it actually went away was when he was onboard the TARDIS.
So when he saw that blue box again, after the Hub had exploded, after everyone had died or turned their back on him, after he had nothing left to lose, he legged it for the ship, pounding on the door as soon as it was within reach.
Gritting his teeth, the doctor barley got himself to his feet, knowing that it usually took a day or two for the pain to numb into a dull throbbing pain. Always there and never really gone.
Breathing through the ache, he squinted at the screen…. and saw that it was jack… Oh, Love… where’s your key?
He yanked the leaver that opened the door, and turned to it when he heard it click open, licking his lips and putting on a smile to hide that he was in pain… all he had to do was to hug him, then it would be fine and he wouldn’t have to pretend any more.
The Doctor swore softly under his breath as he staggered back and down to the floor in agony. He hadn’t seen it coming, only heard the gunfire and then the blinding pain.
The only comfort was that the pain was in a place that he knew he wouldn’t regenerate, but could still die of blood loss if he wasn’t patched up fast.
“I- i didn’t see it… Why do people- always insist– on using GUNS…” He pants out clutching his side.
Maybe, just maybe, if he hadn’t pulled the trigger, the Master might have let the guard live, just this once – if only to escape the Doctor’s lecture about the value of lives afterwards. But he had to go and shoot, and so his body hit the ground while Koschei caught the Doctor’s before it had a chance to, slowly lowering him down instead.
“Because they’re effective. Especially against someone who refuses to carry weapons,” he scolded. “How bad is it?”
“They- They shot through the side… or- or thats as far as i can tell…” He whimpered, almost curling up on himself.
“It HURTS…” He gasped out one hand clinging to the nearest piece of fabric that happened to be what ever Koschei was wearing.
drapetxmaniia - The Urge to run away 