Greetings Loves and Lovettes. Here's a drabble, or some such thing. Just a little brain nugget, from me to you. I have every intention of adding more Doctor/Rose shorts, but nothing planned yet so no schedule or idea of when to expect another one. I'll just write as the mood strikes me.

Anyways. "Climate Control". Based on your usual multiple-doctors-plus-multiple-companions story. I'm not usually a fan, but it's a good way to compare the different incarnations and see how they might think about eachother/themself/there really is no good way to say that. Disregards "Journey's End" and all it entails.

Taking suggestions for a better title.

Disclaimer: I hold no rights to Doctor Who or any associated media, so on and so forth.

It was a strange feeling, the Doctor decided, being jealous of himself. Actually, if he were being honest, he was jealous of two of himselves. Rather odd for him.

The older him, the one the Doctor hadn't become yet, had it so much easier. He'd loved Rose Tyler once, of course, but had never actually met the blond companion of his younger days. The eleventh face of the Doctor saw Rose with fresh eyes and loved her with new hearts in that abstract way that an old man loves a long lost high school sweet heart; fondly.

The tenth face of the Doctor, his face, tightened as he watched Rose across the TARDIS control room. He'd lost her so completely that finding her again should have been impossible (though apparently it was just really unlikely). His hearts clenched at the memory of her in Torchwood tower as she slipped away from him. He had been the only version of himself love Rose Tyler, and then miss her. God how he'd missed her.

But he wasn't the only Doctor that Rose had known. She'd loved his younger self, his ninth self, long before she'd loved him. Rose loving him was really more of a default from Rose loving him before. And like he'd lost her, suddenly and painfully, she'd also lost the version of the Doctor that she fell in love with.

The basics were the same, Rose said once, just the face was different. They all knew it wasn't true though. It was everything but the basics that changed – the mannerisms, the habits… hell, even his accent changed when he'd become himself. The Doctor that stood reminiscing with Rose and Jack was a very different man than him. The man that Rose loved first.

He tried to hide his grimace when the group exploded in another round of uproarious laughter.

Honestly, he couldn't begin to understand why Rose had fallen in love with that form. The man was brash and rude, unconcerned with the feelings of others, and goofy looking to boot. When he'd regenerated he'd chosen this new form for Rose Tyler, to make himself someone she might one day love. Or at least to have a better chance at catching her eye.

Now he could see that he'd been wrong. Rose didn't care what he looked like or how he acted, she still loved him no matter what. Except now 'him' had become 'them' and how was she supposed to love two different Doctor's at the same time? One of them had to win, and apparently it wasn't him.

Jack separated from the group then, and the Doctor pretended to examine the TARDIS controls. Hopefully Jack would be distracted by Martha or Donna and wouldn't be able to pester him before he'd figured out how to send everyone back to their own time and place.

"You alright, there?" Damn. No such luck.

"Of course I'm alright, Jack. Why wouldn't I be?" He waved his screwdriver over the consol convincingly, pausing every now and then to jab at something-or-the-other. The Torchwood agent was silent for a moment, but the Doctor didn't dare think his (very very old) friend had given up. When Jack finally did speak, he sounded resigned.

"Alright, you don't have to tell me. I can guess anyways. But Doctor," Jack nodded at the bright blue buttons he was poking with the sonic screwdriver, "that's the climate control and it's getting cold in here."

Damn.