AN: So, I know I've posted on here before and then deleted that. I decided to take a whack at writing again. Who knows what'll come out of my brain this time. This is probably the shortest thing I've ever written and it kind of makes me want to smack my head against something I don't want to take up too much time so here have a disclaimer: BBC owns the characters/TARDIS, I just borrowed them.
"Come on, Sexy." He muttered. He had grown accustomed to her taking him where he needed to be, but usually, it wasn't so difficult to see why. The date was insignificant, as far as he could tell. He huffed "Oh, fine. I'll go." Shoulders hunched, he moved out of the TARDIS doors and into the real world. To any passerby, he appeared to be a petulant child stuck in a gangly mans body It looked familiar, like something from a dream. Thankfully, the TARDIS parked in an inconspicuous place. He walked, occasionally bumping into people.
He'd been in his body for so long, and yet, he was still moving about as though he hadn't fully grown into his limbs. Though, on this occasion, he could not be blamed, well, he could, but that is another tale for another time.
The streets of London were filled, as they always were and navigating them had always been difficult for him. The doctor never faltered in his gait, all arms and legs. He searched every street and corner, looking for the signs of danger, an alien, anything really.
Thirty minutes. That's how long it was until he to caught sight of her. Blonde hair and beautiful face. Striking as always. His hearts each skipped a beat.
Rose. Now, she was definitely something from a dream. A wonderful dream that hurt. Some could classify it as a nightmare, but he had never met anyone more astonishing than Rose. Where was he? Was this before he left her the first time? After? The second? It hurt both his hearts just thinking about it. In theory, it was a silly thing to ask himself. He was obviously not crossing his own timeline. He wondered if he should go up to her. Talk with her as though they were strangers, when deep down he knew the truth. He also knew she would feel it.
No. It'd be too dangerous. He'd have to sit on the sidelines and watch. He hated watching. He'd rather be doing. Instead, he went to the cafe she was at and sat at a table not too far from her. He looked down at his hand, pretending it was more interesting than she was. A lie.
He ignored the barista, Samantha, attempting to talk with him, telling her he just needed a moment and flashing her a smile, though, he could tell, by the look on her face, that it wasn't the happy he was aiming for, but instead Amelia's 'Raggedy Man' smiling. There he went, making himself feel worse. It was heartbreakingly clear he wasn't up for conversation, or much of anything, to the barista and therefore she left him alone. It was for the best that she did.
He spent the day following Rose. Wishing that he could just whisk her off into the TARDIS. Do as the regenerations before him got to. It ended all too soon for him. She went home and he couldn't very well follow her in. Well, he could, but there were so many reasons why he shouldn't.
He sighed as he closed the door on this moment in time. He hated endings.