A / N MARK I: Written for darkbunnyrabbit, over at LJ. This is just a drabble. And I would like to apoligise to anyone that reads this, as I was a teeny-weeny bit hyper when I wrote this. Maybe that's why he contemplates so much...?
Oh, and the title is stolen from a line in Offspring, a tiny show hardly anyone outside of Australia has heard about.
He argues that it is probably the worst idea he's ever had (well, maybe not the worst, that's a bit extreme, given how many bad ideas he's had and followed through with), and that maybe he should just leave it.
Although, he does have to say that this might take the icing on the metaphorical cake (which should be, metaphorically speaking, of course, a banana and chocolate and strawberry with hyper-sonic frosted cake, his favourite, of course) when it comes to his own personal boxful of paradoxes. The Icing. Which is quite a good lot of icing, he might add, considering the types and amounts of paradoxes he has made/accidently-not-really-on¬-purpose found and stuck his bib in (he likes that saying, "stuck his/her/my own bib in". It fits around the new-ish tongue).
He wonders on whether it will actually be worth it, worth his time, worth his effort, but then he remembers he didn't say goodbye to her really anyway ("you're gonna have a really great year" is, quite frankly, a rubbish parting) and he remembers that he always does seem to go back, for her. And Amy, of course.
He decides that he might as well. Paradoxes are always fun, aren't they? (Except that one time.) He decides that Amy and Rory really do need some time off, away from him, to do some. . . married couple-y things. You know, that married couples do.
He thinks it may be alright to see her before he blew up her job, before he saw her on that disaster of a new year, before he ever saw her at all. Maybe not too far back. Actually, maybe, it would be best to be between those first two sort-of meetings. Maybe.
As he says goodbye to Amy and Rory Pond, on another planet, he wonders, again, if it would be worth it at all. If there is any point, at all, to see her again. She already has a him in Pete's World, after all. He's the only one that lucked-out on that deal, but he can only blame that on himself, anyway. His twin was all for staying on the TARDIS, travelling the Universe with Rose and. . .his other half. How would that have worked, anyway? Would he have referred to his clone as "Clone"? "Donna's Brother"? "Metacrisis Doctor"? He has to laugh at that, the thought of it. Although, he, the other one, seemed to have received the better deal, on that beach. Thinking on it, he doesn't regret it, totally. He was able to meet Amy and Rory Pond, wasn't he? His twin wasn't able to. And he'll be able to actually figure out who exactly River Song is. If she ever stops being completely stubborn, that is. All Clone will be left with is wondering. With Rose.
He contemplates then shakes his head.
Before he can go totally crazy from his over-thinking of the entire idea, he presses the few buttons that are needed.
That wasn't so hard, after all.