Set in my Time Rewritten Universe. These are to flesh the story out more, and because I have nothing better to do today. So, here goes the challenge!
Pairing: Nine/Rose
in·jus·tice /ɪnˈdʒʌstɪs/ Show Spelled [in-juhs-tis] Show IPAnoun
1. the quality or fact of being unjust; inequity.
2. violation of the rights of others; unjust or unfair action or treatment.
3. an unjust or unfair act; wrong.
Injustice
It wasn't fair. He knew, without a doubt, that he was homely with this face. His last body had the looks, and the moves, to woo a girl. This body, though, was born out of War and desperation. But Rose never failed to make him feel wanted and loved. It was unfair, really, that her beautiful smile could light up his world. He knew that this daft old face couldn't compete.
When he stumbled upon Rose with the 'pretty boy', he was almost incensed. A wave of jealousy that he didn't even know he was capable washed over him. But a gentle brush of a mind across his made him stop. This pretty boy, with his striped suit and spiky hair, was him. It was him making Rose laugh, making her smile and laugh and act so carefree. Not this daft face.
No, this daft face delighted in showing her the worst of the Universe. First her planet burning, then not listening to her with the Gelth. If he were honest with himself, and he rarely was, it would probably be better for Rose to be with this pretty version. At least he seemed to know how to show her the beauty of the world. The Doctor sighed. It was just unfair to Rose to be stuck with a muck up like him.
A hand in his startles him from his self-loathing. He looks down at then hand that is now holding his and she smiles at him, tongue in teeth. He smiles back and can't help but wonder that maybe, things weren't as bad as he thought, so long as he always has her hand to hold.