Even Numbers Have Better Balance

Disclaimer: Anything recognisable belongs to RTD and the BBC...I'm just playing with it for a bit...I'll put it back...honest!

A/N: Yeah, you guessed it; it's another DW drabble fic. I've just got to get all my Ten angst out of my system before I'm completely drained of all emotion by EoT parts one and two. So basically, I was bored on the bus on the way back from college today and this popped into my head as I was listening to Heartbeat by Scouting For Girls so I just wrote it down...It's all about 10.5 wishing that he didn't have to live with all of Ten's memories because it clouds his own feelings for Rose. It's also about how he knows all of Ten's insecurities, particularly centred around the fact that he has two hearts, because it might scare Rose off or something silly like that. We know it would never happen but Ten is all-kinds-of-crazy so anything could be going on in that head of his!

A/N Take Two: So, I hope you enjoy this and remember that all reviews are greatly appreciated, so once you've finished reading, have a go at pressing the purdy li'l button at the bottom of the page...pretty please with an even prettier Time Lord on top?

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It takes a while to get used to, really; only having one heart, I mean. I'm so used to two, but then again, that was never me, it was him. It was all him. Always him. Every time my memory sees her with me, it's really him. Sometimes I wonder if that's the only reason why she loves me. The only reason why I love her.

Every memory, feeling and thought swirling around inside me when I look at her is borrowed. Another man's fantasy. I want to love her because I think she's beautiful, because I think she's an incredible person, not because he does. Her honesty and warmth amazes me every day but I'll never truly know why I feel like that.

He's dead to me, but every time I look in the mirror…She stays with me because I'm the last shred of him that she can cling onto. I look like him, I think like him. Same thoughts, same memories, same everything…Part of me knew that I'd regret those words as soon as I saw how she was looking at me.

I'm not completely bitter about him. He gave me the best thing that's ever happened to him. He didn't do it for me but even so, I still thank him for it every day. I feel sorry for him too. All that loneliness; all that death, destruction, emptiness…I don't envy him that.

And I have what he never did; the one adventure he thought he could never have. And I'm better for her than he could have ever been. I live inside his memories. I can see every dream and every worry that he has ever had, and the one worry that featured the most was the problem of his hearts.

He always felt off-beat with her. It made him remember that he was an alien and she was a human. Incompatible. He was scared that she wouldn't want him because he had two hearts and he could feel the turn of the universe.

It might have taken a while to get used to only having one heart but it's worth it every time I'm in the same room as her and I can hear it. Two hearts, in two bodies, beating as one in perfect harmony.

He always thought that even numbers had better balance.