Disclaimer: Errr No
Spoilers: Um Yep
BETA: No, I just wanted to get this up.
A/N: SORRY! A HUGE SORRY! SORRY! I REALLY MEAN IT. SORRY. AND AGAIN SORRY FOR THE WAIT! SORRY!
Different Points of View
The man sat down with a sigh and stretched. He'd just been to the pub with a few mates and wasn't drunk.
He turned on his computer and ran a hand threw his hair while he was waiting for it to load. Finally it loaded and he typed in his password.
The man looked at the picture that was his backdrop; it was of him and a girl. A beautiful girl, a girl called Rose. He shook his head. She wasn't here anymore. He didn't know why he kept the picture as the background. It was a wonderful picture though. It had been taken at a Christmas party by one of his mates and it was of them looking all with one hand the photo Rose was holding his hand and in the other was a glass of something, the man couldn't remember.
The man huffed and opened Word. Opened a new document and saved it into his D-05, file. Diary 2005, he had always kept his diary on the computer and his computer skills surpassed everything. He was good. He'd saved the world Like anyone cared. He started to type.
He again, well how else would it me. On my computer? The Prime minister? Rose? What a typical thing to do. Why am I writing her. Why did I mention her? Gone swanning off with The Doctor…I can't do it. I can't sit here and insult her in my e-diary. I think I'll make this a sort entry today. I'll spend some time on the website. The 'who is doctor who' website. That I took over. Well I mean who is he?
Mr Big Time Lord. Mr Big Ears-Nose Lord more like. Who does he think he is?
I can't hate him though, took my girlfriend, ruined my life, had me on a murder charge, calls me Rickey but I can't hate him because he makes Rose happy.
All I ever do is think about Rose. I don't know why. As long as she's happy I'm happy. Yea Right! I'm as miserable as sin, she's swanning off around the universe with he Doctor and I'm on Earth here surrounded with pictures of her on my own hating her and hating him. But the point is I don't hate them either of them. But I do I hate them. Mr Perfect-Time-Big-Eared-Lord lording it over me, he's so good I'm just Mickey the idiot. I can't win. I saved the world but I'm still the idiot. But I don't care. The Doctor's he's so … I can't say what he's like. He fills up the room, he's larger than life. He's an alien. Looks human but alien all the same. Big ears, big nose, leather jacket, big ego, TARDIS, time traveller that's it. But I've looked he brings death. I bet he's killed too, killed loads to get what he wanted, he seems the type. But the thing is he's a time traveller but he always turns up late. He never saves everyone, I mean look at Clive, not doing any harm but researching THE DOCTOR, then would you look at that, who turns up THE DOCTOR, who gets killed CLIVE, who saves the day, THE DOCTOR, but not in time to save Clive is it?
I bet he planned it.
I'm going to use that line, 'But the thing is he's a time traveller but he always turns up late. He never saves everyone' on the website. Or something like it. To show people what a monster he is. He doesn't care.
Didn't think about me did he? Asking Rose to come with him.
'He's not invited' He said.
So I don't care.
He's meant to be a Doctor but he doesn't make people better he kills them!
I wish I could get him down on paper. He's just so …
The man stood up and the room swam a little in front of him. He sighed and his the save button to his work and muttered to himself.
"Well, I might be a little drunk"
The man took of his t-shirt and lay back on the bed. Within moments he was asleep and he dreamt of Rose and The Doctor. The TARDIS and of their laughter.
When he woke it was six in the morning. He tried and failed to go back to sleep so got up and dressed.
He got himself a cup of coffee to help his hangover and then turned to his computer. Cross that he had left it on. He sat down intent of finishing what he had written last night. He couldn't remember what it was but he knew he had written something. He skimmed what he had written and started to write.
…I was drunk last night. Like you hadn't guessed anyway. Where was I oh yea the Doctor. I can't describe him, he's just The Doctor.
Scout Girl
A/N Sorry again!
