AN: Hello all it's been a while :) This is just a simple angsty one-shot set during Day of the Doctor. It is Doctor/Rose (of course) and I'm sorry if it seems out of place but I'm simply testing the waters of writing again. Hope you all enjoy :)
Disclaimer: I don't own Doctor Who
The weathered War Doctor blew a kiss into the air and laughed out, "Bad Wolf girl, I could kiss you!". Ten looked at him in shock with heartbreak and confusion carved into his face and stuttered,
"Sorry, but did you just say Bad Wolf?" But no one answered him as they continued their work. No one saw the look of sheer pain on Eleven's face but he felt it. He felt it as if someone had sliced open an old wound, transforming the old constant ache into a fresh pulsing agony.
Bad Wolf...Bad Wolf
Eleven looked at his younger selves, one with the scars of the Time War, the other with the constant shadow of loneliness. He was hundreds of years older than them, yet he still hurt, he ached all over when he saw the color pink or when he caught a glimpse of someone with blonde hair or a tongue in teeth smile. She had been so simple yet so special. He tried to stay busy with the complicated lives and adventures of his other companions, yet he missed the days where she would fall asleep in his lap while snuggled up in the TARDIS library. He couldn't do that with anyone else, and now that sofa with just enough room for two people if they snuggled tight lay in the dark corner, unused.
Earlier, in his argument with his younger self in the queen's dungeon over forgetting the horrors in their past, Eleven had just wanted to claw at his hearts and scream out that he had not forgotten about the Time War and its cost. He knew what he had done, but every night had been able to justify his actions to himself for a few seconds, enough to keep living.
He could never justify giving her up.
Dragging his tortured mind out of the past and into the very hectic present, Eleven looked once again at his younger selves, who both carried some distant hope that one day they might truly be happy again. That hope was fading now, and the dark seed of truthful loneliness was taking root and growing up through the Doctor's two shattered hearts.
AN: So that's it, sorry if it's a little short, but I didn't want to drag it on unnecessarily. Please leave a review, especially if you guys want me to continue writing again :) Much love