Title: He Watches
Series: Doctor Who (Classic)
Pairing: 2nd Doctor / Jamie
Rating: G
Warning: Mild Angst
Note: My first attempt at a 2/J fic... actually it's my first fic, so hopefully it's not too awful - feedback / constructive criticism is greatly appreciated.
HE WATCHES.
He watches him - all the time, he can't help himself.
No matter what the situation - be it calm in the TARDIS, or running for their lives on some strange and alien planet, his eyes are always drawn to him - and more times than not, his hands follow.
He'd not always been so clingy; indeed his own home and people weren't for such casual and constant physical contact - but there's something about the other man that calls to him, draws him in despite his best intentions to the contrary.
One day he'd like to do something more than clasp his shoulder, pat his chest or touch his hands - but he's too scared; change isn't always a good thing and he's not sure how his attentions would be received.
He likes to think he's brave and he's only holding back because the others are there - but deep inside, he knows he's not and if the other's weren't there - things would still be the same.
So he contents himself with the looks, the touches and the softly spoken words that make their friendship so wonderful - it's not enough, but it'll do.