Not in Love
It had never occurred to him, well, not really, they'd had the occasional 'Moment' but nothing that would persuade him otherwise. These new feelings were new to him, he'd never felt like it before, but he never thought it was a bad thing, quite the opposite infant, he had all these feelings but had no idea what to do about it, could he tell and risk loosing her, no, he wasn't willing to let that happen.
His feelings were only made more clear when he and Rose met the charming captain Jack, threatening His hero status in Rose's eyes…ok, ok he was going to admit it, her was jealous, very jealous. He couldn't help it; for once she wasn't particularly interested in him. He was upset; he didn't want the Captain to have full priority over his Rose. He cared so much for Rose, and would hate her to be hurt by the 'Pretty' boy that calls himself a dashing captain.
Well, there was one thing he knew, he would be there for Rose, whatever, her loving someone other than him didn't change his feelings towards her. The fact that he was madly in Love with Rose was something he couldn't change. But he couldn't be, his kind aren't suppost to experience feelings like this, but the reality was this; he was, and there was nothing he could do about it. Having these emotions was confusing enough but working out how to control them was another. What would he say? He had no clue.
He felt silly, usually, he'd just dismiss it, but he couldn't, he just dreamt night after night about him holding her in his arms. He was worried that he was getting obsessed, but he just loved her. He could try to hide from him but he knew now it was too late, there was no point. He was a lost man in love, no knew about it, he wanted to tell her but he didn't have the heart to dampen her smile she had gained from being around Captain Jack, he wanted her to have that smile from him. He certainly had it bad that was for sure.
So what next? He knew what he had to do but that was easier said than done, and there was too much in the way, he had to face it, he was 900 years old, seen the beginning and end of the world, lost count of how many times he'd faced death and he was afraid of…Love, how wet was that?
He wasn't in love…wait, yes he was…madly.