DISCLAIMER: DOCTOR WHO BELONGS TO THE BBC.
A/N: THIS IS ANOTHER FICLET THAT I SHOULDN'T BE WRITING AS I HAVE A WHOLE LOAD OF OTHER FICLETS I SHOULD BE CONCENTRATING ON BUT THE IDEA HAS BEEN GOING ROUND AND ROUND IN MY HEAD NON STOP FOR THE PAST WEEK AND I JUST CAN'T CONCENTRATE ON ANYTHING ELSE. I ALWAYS DID FEEL SORRY FOR THE DOCTORS GANGER SO I GUESS THIS IS MY WAY OF SAYING NO MATTER WHAT FORM THE DOCTOR'S IN I WILL ALWAYS LOVE HIM.
A/N2: I WOULD JUST LIKE TO THANK ' WANNABE DARKLORD' FOR REVEIWING ON THIS STORY AND TELLING ME WHERE I HAD GONE WRONG GRAMMER AND PUCTUATION WISE. I SHALL TRY TO IMPROVE THIS BUT I CAN'T PROMISE TO BE PERFECT AS I AM STILL NEW TO THE WRITING END OF THINGS BUT IF YOU DO SEE ANY AREAS WHERE I COULD IMPROVE I WOULD BE GRATEFUL IF YOU TOLD ME SO I CAN CORRECT THEM AS SOON AS POSSIBLE. THANK YOU.
Even as his thumb brushed against the cold, metallic button on his sonic screwdriver The Doctor or as Amy had called him so spitefully earlier,' The not quite Doctor' knew that this was probably the last act of sacrifice for the universe that he would ever commit. But the universe wasn't big enough for him anymore, and perhaps it was for the best after all he had no TARDIS anymore and his friends didn't trust him at all, and without his old girl and the people around him that he cared about his life was as pointless as an unsharpened pencil. Even his memories weren't really his, and without the memories that had made him The Doctor previously he was now a blank sheet of paper without a past and without a purpose. His past consisted of being made out of a pile of white gloop and since he wasn't The Doctor anymore, he was just an insignificant life that nobody really gave a damn about.
The original hims voice broke into the inky black depths of his mind. " your molecular structure can survive this, you know. It may not be the end. " Even though those words were full of confidence he could tell that it was masked with pain and a lie. He took a deep breath as the monstrosity was nearly closing in on him and closed his eyes, and at last placed pressure on the button. He heard a loud click before his atoms were ripped apart and he landed on the floor in a messy pool of liquid.
After that it became one big hazy fuzz of blackness and he was sent flying in a blur of chaos. He was twisted and manipulated and squeezed and flipped, almost as if he was putty in someone's hands. Every muscle ached, and his skin sizzled as he felt himself slowly being knitted back together, cell by cell and suddenly he felt himself make impact with something hard. He groaned but lay perfectly still, not that he could really move anyway as everything hurt too much, and besides he didn't know if he'd landed in one piece or if part of him was still mere atoms. He was alive so that was a good thing right? Or had he really died back then? That's when the screams started, his screams. They started in his mind as whispers but they gradually got louder and louder until they were almost too much to bare and somehow they escaped his lips. They were uncontrollable, screeching yells of agony and grief for the life he had once had that wasn't his to live anymore. They wracked his body and sent him flailing into a tired heap as he coiled in on himself. He could tell he was crying from the feeling of dampness he felt on what he presumed was his cheeks. " Please somebody help!" His voice cracked into a small and pathetic whimper. He tried to concentrate all his energy on opening his eyes, but it was an utter waste of time as they seemed to be glued shut and refused to budge. His head began to throb painfully as what little energy he had left drained from him.
He heard footsteps running towards him and for a moment he's flooded with relief, someone's found him and he's going to brought out of the dark and into salvation but that feeling quickly fades as soon as he hears the voice that belongs to his saviour. " Steady." His hearts clenched so hard in his chest that he almost forgot to breath. It couldn't be, it was impossible ." Shhh. It's ok now, you're safe. " He felt long slender arms wrap around his waist and lever him up and to his surprise he felt graceful fingers slide down his cheek, wiping away his tears. " Please be ok! I don't think I can handle much more death today. " The oh so familiar voice whispered in his ear mournfully. That was it, the breaking point. He didn't care if it hurt like hell, he didn't care if the universe was going to explode if he laid eyes on the person carrying him, he had just stopped caring full stop. He gasped as his eyelids finally lifted slightly allowing a shaft of bright light in. " Hello. "
He blinked hazily, and shook his head to try and lift the fog that was glazing his eyes. He felt an amused chuckle vibrate through him, only making him more determined to find out if his new brain had indeed turned to mush and was just playing tricks on him. As his vision cleared he could see big, hazelnut eyes staring down at him. Those eyes belonged to an attractive man with crazy light brown hair, which seemed to have a life of it's own . The man had a long, angular face and smooth, pale skin which intrigued him and for some reason all he wanted to do was stroke it. Though as he reached out, and much to the mans surprise touched the mans face he jerked backwards, his brain registering what he had just done . He could feel the heat rising in his cheeks and he could tell that he was blushing bright red. He buried his head in the mans chest in embarrassment but this only gained another chuckle. This was wrong on so many levels ; on a paradoxical level but as much as anything on an emotional level as well. For a moment he had convinced himself that he wasn't alone in the universe, and all was well but then reality had hit him like a ton of bricks. He was alone and still had no belonging, but what made it harder was a man that he used to be but hadn't ever been was cradling him in his arms and he was quite sure that time was being rewritten right this very second and if time was rewritten then perhaps the original Doctor wouldn't have met Amy, or perhaps he wouldn't have gone to the factory and if that happened the him now wouldn't have been created. " Are you ok? " His tenth self peered down at him worriedly. " You took a pretty bad knock to the head just now. Perhaps you've got concussion. "
" I'm fine. " He growled and grabbed on tighter to his tenth self's blue suit in anger, oh how he had missed that suit.
" Oh how rude of me, I haven't even introduced myself yet have I. I'm The Doctor and before you ask it's just The Doctor. " Wow did I really speak like that ? I sound so smug and arrogant he thought to himself. " Now that just leaves the question , who are you ? " His tenth incarnation grinned and poked him in the chest making him hiss in pain, everything was still so sore. " Sorry. Where does it hurt? " The question was asked so tenderly that it almost went unheard.
" Well to answer your first question I'm a nobody, my name really doesn't matter. As for your second question, everywhere. " He sighed sorrowfully.
" I've never met anyone who's a nobody before. " His tenth self quirked his left eyebrow up out of habit. " Tell me your name. "
He rolled his eyes and thought long and had about what he was going to say next. " I suppose you could call me Eleven point two. "
" Eleven point two? " Ten as he had decided to call him inside his head from now on was shaking his head in disbelief.
He could feel a yawn making it's way up his throat before he could even stop it in it's tracks. " you must be tired. You can stay in my room for tonight if you want. " As much as he hated to admit it his past self was right, he was absolutely whacked with fatigue. He was already nodding off and was just about aware of being carried along the coridors and being gently placed on a warm and soft mattress.
" Don't go. Please stay here tonight . " He whispered underneath his breath as he felt Ten's grip on him leave him. He heard the squeak of the springs in the bed and felt the mattress move down an inch. He smiled gleefully in his sleep in the knowledge of a warm presence beside him.
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