Some Company
Notes: Nothing remarkable to report really. Just taking time out from writing Bounty, and thought you might appreciate this little look at friendship. Isn't that sweet? Nothing shippy here, but I promise it'll give you that little happy feeling inside. Posted without the permission of Dr Azaria…but I'm ill and need to do something, so I don't think she'll mind! ;)
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An innocent onlooker would assume they were all incapable of speech. They knew better. Communication doesn't always involve opening and shutting your trap you know.
He'd been sat all by himself. Brooding. In this regeneration brooding had become his art, a habit that was becoming hard to break, especially since life threw so many things at him that really required a good brood. Rose sometimes called it sulking after they'd argued or fought over who ate the last jelly baby. Jack called it 'stop feeling sorry for yourself and get your ass in gear' when he didn't feel like taking them to a bar or a nightclub.
The Doctor liked to think of it as thinking. Thinking deeply about…stuff. Deep stuff.
The Time War was always high on his list of things to brood about. It always would be unless by some miracle he forgot it. If there was one thing he wished beyond all others that he could change, it would be the needless, senseless death it had caused.
Sometimes he thought about Gallifrey. OK, so maybe he hadn't always been welcomed home with open arms. But the point was it had been a home. And there really was no place in the Universe like it.
He thought a lot about what he'd done over the past few months with Rose. How many times he'd put her in danger, how many times he'd made her cry…it all added up into one huge ball of guilt that he'd take out and throw at things when he had some time to himself. Of course, the thing about throwing balls inside is that they often bounce right back and smack you in the head.
He'd found a quiet corner in one of the living rooms, sat himself on a sofa he hadn't used in years and still they'd found him.
First, Jack had appeared. After muttering something about losing his way and trying to find the swimming pool, he'd realised the Doctor wasn't going to talk. Adjusting his Speedos, he'd just sat next to him.
Rose had only been a few minutes behind. She'd had that little worried look on her face, and had obviously been looking for them both for a while. It was supposedly night time on the TARDIS, so she'd been wearing pyjamas that really were outside the rational boundaries of cute. And she'd just sat down next to him.
Eventually he'd smiled. Laughed a little at the insane loyalty of humans who really had no ties to him, no bonds except that unbreakable one of friendship. And he'd asked them why they'd come.
They'd shrugged, and lapsed back into a comfortable silence. He'd just looked like he needed some company.
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