This is a piece of fanfiction based on Dr. Who. This story takes place during the 10th Doctor's run. A story about the Doctor and love, a very complex topic. It includes the character Jamie traveled with the 2nd Doctor.
His Own
"Have you ever fallen in love?"
Martha asks her dark eyes questioning. The Doctor doesn't look up, he knows what she's doing and why she asked; for the same reason Rose never did and he's not planning on answering her. But the question sparks something in his mind and momentarily he wonders what answer she's looking for. To him the answer is as complex as the question and her reasons for asking. In his own mind he rolls the question and the answer around, pondering it. Slowly unpeeling it like an onion, considering every equally perfect layer. The short simple answer is he loves them all, all the companions he traveled with in his nine hundred years of life, yet he knows that kind of love is not what Martha means. To be more accurate then he liked all. He considers saying he's never fallen in love, because he hasn't, not the way Rose meant it, not even the way Martha means it, he's not human he can't feel like that. But saying he's never fallen in love is not true either, because there was some, a very few, but some he loved, more then the others. Some he still misses, dreams about, still loves, some that in his mind will only ever be his and no one else's.
Getting only the Doctor's silence, Martha plunges on,
"Who was the first person you ever fell in love with, was she a Time Lord too?"
A name comes suddenly unbidden to the Doctor's mind and a face. Dark eyes, dark hair, full lips, and smile that could melt his heart. The image of strong hands he had thought he couldn't live without knowing he could, knowing he would. Jamie, he thinks, I loved Jamie first. His breath comes shorts, the image of Jamie standing across from him in the control room of the TARDIS, smiling, relaxed, home. Jamie, his, his own, always.
"Yes"
He hadn't realized he spoken until the word was already out of his mouth, and Martha looks at him questioningly.
"Yes, I have been in love"
She waits but he doesn't go no, only stairs at the TARDIS, seeing another time another life. Have been, and will be again, he thinks, but not yet, and pushes a button then waits to see were the TARDIS will take them.