Thank you so much for everyone who reviewed! I'm actually surprised that I've got David's personality, because I've never actually watched a lot of David Tennant's episodes, so I was actually quite surprised at the positive response.

I've hopefully done the same in this chapter, although I can't be too sure. Hopefully, nobody will hate John or Rose by the end of the chapter as well.

Let's move on.

Chapter 2 – Office Reunions

It was on very rare occasions that the receptionist at Dr. Who's hospital told him that he had a family visitor in his office when he came back from his lunch break.

It was on even rarer occasions that Dr. Who's younger twin brother was the family visitor.

Nevertheless, he got over his shock of seeing his nearly mirror image in a blue pinstripe suit who currently sat in his chair, munching away on an apple that most likely came from the fridge – his fridge - in the office room.

He now realized what the secretive wink from the receptionist meant.

"Hello, David," said his mirror image.

"Hello, John Smith," David replied, motioning to his younger image to get the bloody hell out of his seat. John-Smith struggled for a while, on the two choices between staying comfortable or getting out of the chair and sitting on the stool on the other side of the desk instead.

A glare from David settled the matters. John begrudgingly stood up and moved around the desk.

"I told you not to call me that," said John as David snatched the apple from his hand and took a bite. "And that was my apple."

"John Smith is a wonderful name. I sometimes wonder why Mum didn't name you that in the first place. John Smith Who, it sounds much better than John Tennant Who."

"I don't like it, it sounds plain and everybody's called 'John Smith'."

"Plain, just like you?"

"That's rude. And I want my apple back."

"But isn't that me, rude and not ginger? And technically, it's mine, it came from my fridge and I bought it with my own money, which you, just took out and started to eat without my permission," stated David as he gleefully took another bite.

"You already had your lunch," said John, but the rest of his argument died off as David raised his eyebrows in a 'so what?' fashion.

"So," started David in his rightfully claimed seat as he grinned at his disgruntled twin. "What brings you here?"

"I wanted to visit," said John, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. "Can't I visit my beloved brother on occasions?"

"You came over to visit last month in our tiny little family flat."

"Once a month is hardly enough, David."

David pretended to consider what John said. "Nah, you're here for a reason. Now spit it out, John."

"May I ask why you even go out during lunch breaks when you have a nice fridge in your office?"

"I generally prefer hot meals. But you're stalling, why are you sta–"

"Oh, how are Mum and Dad? And little Matt? I forgot to call you all last week."

"Mum and Dad are fine, nothing's really changed considering their physical conditions, apart from the fact they're a month older than you last saw them, and well – you know Matt, apparently he wanted to make his own personal radio to send out signals instead of just receiving them. Stayed awake during the bloody night, it's incredible how his brain even functions. But really, why don't you just tell me what you're up to?"

"What about Mr. Saxon, how is –"

"Stop that," interrupted David, frowning at John. "You're trying to get me off track on purpose. What is it that's so important that you don't want to tell me?"

"Well, um, I'm a bit worried 'bout something."

"What is it?"

"I'm not exactly how to break it to you – I mean, I know how you must feel about this subject and all, but…"

"Oh, for the sake of Dad's beloved Gallifrey, just spit it out!"

"I, um, hmm…" John looked extremely uncomfortable as he squirmed slightly on his stool. David put himself away from the safety of the back of his chair and set both of his elbows onto the desk. His twin brother looked very, very unsure of himself at the current moment.

What was this thing that intimidated his twin brother so?

As that question arose in David's head, he himself became slightly worried as well. Whatever that his brother was worried about would probably get himself worried too. The twin brothers were close, very close, even though John had moved out to live with Rose Tyler in London. Not only were their appearances identical, the very thought process were so similar that they were inseparable in their early days.

Whatever one disliked, the other disliked as well. Whatever the other liked, the other liked as well. Whatever one was scared about something, the other became scared as well.

This time was unlikely to an exception.

So David tried to mentally prepare himself as John finally seemed to decide on what and how to say it. He leaned slightly forward on his elbows and shifted his weight to rest on his elbows, anticipating what would come next.

Surely the family's John Smith was overreacting. Surely it wasn't that bad. He picked up the half eaten apple again and took another bite.

"I'm going to propose to Rose," said John.

Oh.

David choked on the offending fruit as it attempted to slide down his respiratory passage. Was this what Snow White felt like, choking on her infamous apple? No, wait, she died because it was poisonous, not because she choked on it. Why was he even thinking about Snow White and her stupid apple in the first place? He shook his head, trying to rid himself of various emotions that were threatening to break out from the inside of his heart at the moment. Across the desk, John watched him closely, his expression being something like that of a puppy that was denied of its fetching game.

"David," he started, but the elder Who cut him off.

"No, it's alright," stated David, more to himself than to his brother. "I've moved on. I loved her, but it's okay, I've moved on. She's just a friend now."

He stood up and paced around his chair, from the bookshelf to the window.

"I've moved on," he repeated, mostly to himself now. "I've moved on."

John kept on watching. His brother probably knew that he was going to act like this, too. That was why he kept putting it off. He probably knew that the news was going to upset him.

How right he was.

The difference in the Who twins were easily made apparent by their personalities, especially how they reacted to when they were upset. John was like ice in an alcoholic beverage, the only signal of the situation being the ice clinking against the glass. When the ice clinked, bits of his anger would show through, but it was short and biting, like the sound of the glass. His anger burned slowly but quietly, until the fuel was all gone and there was nothing else to keep the grudge going. Or to melt, in the case of the metaphorical ice.

David was different. His anger flared and burned quickly. When David was upset, he was upset and that point was made clear to anyone who would be unfortunate enough to come across him. The accident ten years ago was a clear nod to that when David pushed his younger brother off the stairs in the heat of an argument.

Matt's back was never the same after that.

So John stayed still, hoping that David's personality hadn't changed. It was a strange thing to hope for, considering how dangerous David was when he let his feelings erupt violently, but it also meant that the fire would burn out quicker than John's long term grudge. Hopefully, hopefully that would still be the case.

The telephone rang loud and sharp amongst the tension in the room. The two jumped at the sound, clearly startled by the ringing. John glanced at David, who looked back. The younger twin nodded at the phone, motioning the elder to pick it up.

Which he didn't really need to do so, because David had already picked up the receiver.

"Hello, Dr. Who on the line."

"Sir, there's a patient on the phone who would like to make a quick appointment. She says that she would like to schedule it within the next twenty minutes."

"Twenty minutes?"

"Is there a problem, doctor?"

"Oh, yes, no, wait, no, not at all. Tell her that I'll be waiting for her."

"I'll inform her back." The receptionist almost sounded amused. "Thank you, sir."

The call ended. David lowered the phone back onto its place.

"So," said John, drawing out the 'o' as David finally sat back down. "You're kicking me out, then?"

His eyes snapped to John's.

"No, of course not. There's just a patient that's waiting."

"I heard the conversation, I was sitting right in front of you and the receptionist isn't exactly the quietest woman in this bloody building."

David stared at John. John stared back. "Are you saying that I'm kicking you out by using my patient as an excuse?"

"Well, yes, maybe."

"I'm sorry, but I believe there's a human being out there, waiting for my help, and in case you've forgotten, it's my job to help other people."

"Aren't you just upset because I'm proposing to Rose?"

"Why?"

"Because you still love her no matter what you claim."

"I've moved on!"

"Clearly not. You don't think I can't put two and two together when you've just been walking around this room, muttering about moving on although your actions in response to my statement clearly contradict your claims."

"What are you implying?"

"That you're jealous of me because I love Rose and Rose loves me back."

A sudden silence fell in the office.

"Get out."

"No, wait, I'm sorry –"

"Out."

"That wasn't what I meant to say, really David, I'm sorry, that wasn't very thoughtful of me and I'm truly so –"

"OUT!"

Before John realized what was happening, he was grabbed by the front of his blue suit, pushed out of the office and into the corridor. He turned around to apologize to David, perhaps he might forgive him if he sounded as sincere as he felt, but the door had already slammed closed the moment he was thrown out of the room.

John stared at the door sadly. He hadn't meant to say that. He knew that Rose was a touchy subject for David, how the three of them had gotten along well as friends during their time at high school, but the moment that Rose saw both twins together she seemed to have preferred John.

Not that David was bad or anything. No, he remembered the exact words that Rose had told David when he asked her out. That David was nice and kind, funny and adorable, amazing and fantastic, but she preferred John, who was less aggressive and was less likely to get into trouble with his temper. He scared her, said Rose, when he got into a fight with the neighbor next door twice his size about the violin practices that the guy next door had in the middle of the night. He scared her when he pushed his youngest brother from the stairs in the middle of an argument.

He remembered saying Rose that she was brave for telling David that he scared her. He remembered the gentle kiss that Rose had pressed onto his lips as he said good bye.

He also remembered David's reaction after Rose had gone home. He had sat on the sofa of their bedroom – the twins had shared a room in the old house – and watched the dust settle with an emotionless face.

"John," he remembered David saying. "Am I really that… horrible when I get angry?"

John remembered smiling, hoping that it would reassure his elder sibling. He remembered clapping his hand on David's shoulder, replying that it was okay to get angry.

That wasn't the answer that David had wanted to hear.

So John told him.

"You become very aggressive," he had told David. "You remember the nickname that you've gotten in our school, yeah? The Oncoming Storm? You're dangerous when you're angry, David. You see red. And you often don't realize that you're hurting others."

David's face was scrunched up, trying to keep tears from falling. Failing miserably.

"You have to be more careful," said John. "You need to keep your head clear and cool. That's what you need."

"How?" asked David as he sobbed into his hands. "How do I do that?"

David looked so broken, so hurt that John suddenly found himself at a loss of word. Even learning that Rose wanted him couldn't lift his spirits up from seeing David's tears that day. And that was the moment that John swore to David that he would help him forever. That he would help him to become a better person that David wanted to become.

Now, as John walked away, straightening his blue suit to look as if nothing had happened, nodding to the receptionist as he walked out of the building, he wondered if he was the one that had made David even more aggressive than he was. He felt as if he had failed David.

Because it was on that day that he chose what he wanted to become. Because it was on that day that John looked up what it was to help others in a psychological way.

Because it was on that day on that year, that John decided to become a psychologist. All for David's sake.

But he had failed him instead.