Pairing: Ten/Ten II
Warning: Um... slash?
Dedication: For catyuy, for stumping me in the Stump the Author meme. Yes, it is ridiculously easy to stump me. The lesson we've learned from this, boys and girls, is not to write 40 fics in less than a year... The prompt was: Ten I/Ten II, "Kiss and make up".
"It's not going to work." The man in blue, who might, for all intents and purposes, be called himself, is standing some distance away across the console room. All of his family members are in the kitchen, except... him.
"What?" Ignorance is bliss. Even feigned ignorance.
"Sending us across the Void. Normal life, three in the morning, taxicabs and diapers and living a human life. It's not going to work." The man in blue stands with his legs spread apart and his hands in his pockets.
"Why not?" The Doctor flips a switch and turns his back to his double, finding it disconcerting even to look at him. "You... well. You love her. She loves you."
"You love her. She loves you. Not some half-cracked, second-best clone. You're the one she wants."
"For now." The Doctor spat back. "She's still young yet, there's plenty of longing for normalcy left hidden in her somewhere."
"If you do this," the man in blue says, crossing the room, "If you leave her with me without a choice -- she won't ever forgive you."
"She'll have you. She'll forgive me." The Doctor looks up sharply. "Unless you don't want her?"
His double makes a sound somewhere between a scream of frustration and a grunt of impatience. "Of course I want her. She's still Rose. Curves in all the right places and a smile that lights up a room. I want her. I want to do unspeakable things to her. I want to hold her hand. And you want that too, so why do this to yourself?"
"So I don't have to watch her die," the Doctor says flatly.
There's a pause. It seems to stretch out through time as the two men calm themselves down.
"She's going to kiss me."
"And fuck me. Every night." The man is pushing, pushing, hoping to change his mind. Something the Doctor finds objectively funny since it's his own mind he's trying to change.
Pause. "Yeah. Be bloody stupid of you not to take advantage of that."
"Yeah," the other man agrees, and rocks back on his heels.
"You'll take care of her?"
"I said forever." The Doctor shrugged. "The part of you that's me meant it."
"Yeah." The Doctor in brown crossed the room, not believing what he was about to do. Gently, he laid a kiss on the Doctor's forehead. "I... Thank you."
"No." The man in blue does the same, placing a warm, lingering kiss on his double's forehead. "Thank you."