A/N: Hehe.
"Are you sure this is what your mother wants?" The Doctor asked, hands shoved in his pockets as he watched his son pace to and fro in front of him. "I mean, I'm sure she's gotten over me by now..."
David turned quickly on him, eyes holding a fiery rage. "Never...never has my mother gotten over you." He snapped out, only calming when his companion gently touched his upper arm. "She stills loves you, still waits for you. I hear her, and Mickey...and grandma and grandpa always talking about it, at least when I was little." His fists clenched, and then unclenched.
"I..." The Doctor was speechless. He had left companions behind before, yeah. Sarah Jane hadn't reacted very well, when they had met up again all those years ago. But Rose was different than Sarah Jane. What he and Rose had...
He didn't see the fist coming, but felt it as it connected with his jaw.
The Doctor welcomed the pain.