Title: Out
Summary: In which the Doctor contemplates his dislike of Adam. (Pre-The Long Game)
Author's Notes: Yes, I know, why didn't I put these up before Saturday's episode, but I thought he'd last longer, didn't I?
He'd left her behind.
That arrogant bastard had left her behind, and if there was one thing that really got to the Doctor, it was the way the bastard in question had tried to blame him instead. As if the Doctor's own conscience wasn't doing enough of that already.
He supposed the bastard had a name. Adam.
He couldn't even pretend to get it wrong, either. Although Aaron was quite close; he could use that on occasion.
For God's sake, though – he'd stepped out of the lift clutching his wrist. His wrist. Oh, dear, poor little Aaron's broken his wrist, let's bandage it up while Rose's body goes cold.
It made him feel sick.
He'd seen the look on Aaron's face when van Statten told him to get friendly with Rose. The kid had been delighted – who wouldn't?
Then, at the first sign of danger, he'd saved himself.
And now the idiot was travelling with them. He couldn't believe it. Someone who wouldn't die for Rose wasn't someone he wanted on board the TARDIS. Mickey wouldn't have done it – oh, he'd cared for Rose, but the boy was scared. So was this one, for that matter.
It didn't matter that Rose liked him – and he hated that, too; it set his teeth on edge – sooner or later, Adam would be exposed as the scared, selfish wanker that he was, and when that happened…
The Doctor grinned.
Out.
