Title: His Doctor
Author: Kyra
Disclaimer: I don't own them; if I did I wouldn't be writing fanfiction.
Summary: The reason Puck really crashed his mom's car into the convenience store.
Pairings: One-sided Puck/10th Doctor
Spoilers: Up through Rocky Horror Glee Show
Warnings: None
A/N: Written for this prompt on the Glee_Cross_Meme 1SM.
Everyone just assumed that the reason Puck had crashed his car into the convenience store and tried to take off with the ATM was because he was just a Lima Loser, plain and simple. No one ever tried to find a deeper reason behind it. No one ever thought that maybe it was his way of lashing out to deal with the pain of having to give up his daughter. Not that it actually was, but it could have been.
No, he'd done it as a way of lashing out to deal with the pain of losing his means of coping with the pain of giving up his daughter. As a way to deal with the pain of losing yet another person he loved. Only this time, it was the only person that had managed to keep him together after having to give Beth up. The pain of this loss was almost worse than that of losing Beth. Now he had both losses to deal with.
But no one ever bothered to even think that that might be the case. No, they just assumed it was something that was only natural, completely expected because he was Puck, Lima Loser.
The truth of the matter was that he was in pain. His heart was broken. He had tried to shield it, had known falling for that man was one of the stupidest things he could ever do because there was no way someone so amazing could ever be meant for him. In the end, he'd end up hurt and he knew it. But even that knowledge wasn't enough to stop him from falling, and falling hard. And now he was gone, and Puck's heart with him.
Sitting in a seat at the back of the room during his first Glee rehearsal back, Puck looked down at the list of names in his hand, trying to decide if he wanted to call any of them. Yes, they'd understand his pain, they all knew what it was to love that impossibly amazing man and not have that love returned the way they needed. But at the same time, he didn't want to share him. Didn't want to share the man in the pinstripe suit and converse shoes with messy brown hair and glasses occasionally perched on his face. He wanted to keep him to himself. Even if it was just in memory.
He wanted him to be his.
His Doctor.