Title: Memory.
Disclaimer: Doctor Who property of Russell T Davies.
Summary: The Doctor's memories are haunting him and he's having trouble trying to decide whether or not to stay with Rose as she discovers his past.
Author's note: Erm, mainly fluff at the start. Plot now starting! Continuation from never forget. And in this Doomsday happened but she wasn't pulled from the lever.
Oh, the pain. That single word that caused so much pain. His hearts were hammering so hard it was painful. Emotions he'd thought were buried were dug up. All it took was one word. One name. The name that used to be his. Oh, the pain was so bad! The Doctor tumbled sideways from the bad, gasping like he was running, hand on his chest, flat in the centre between his racing hearts.
"Doctor?"
She asked, sliding next to him, placing a hand on his back. The
Doctor gripped the bedpost with his other hand, ignoring the blood
dripping from his cuts. "I'm right, aren't I? It's your name.
Theta Sigma" The Doctor winced away from her. He shivered slightly
and she gripped his shoulder. Gulping, the Doctor spoke. "It's
not anymore. It used to be. I can't… I can't use it anymore.
It's too painful."
"Why chose the Doctor?"
"The Fall
of Arcadia. Remember with the Daleks? I told them the truth. I was on
the front line. I was a medic and a fighter." She stroked the back
of his head and he looked at her. Searching for something to change
his thoughts, she remembered something from their last visit.
"Those
dinosaur-creatures. You said they were your ancestors. They had those
face-paint things." The Doctor nodded, a slight smile of his lips,
but it was pained. "Not paint at all, Rose." He sat upon the side
of the bed, her next to him, and looked around for his shirt which he
picked up and began to put on, not doing up to avoid the blood on his
chest. "Lilac for a female, blue for a male, grey for elders."
"But
you don't have them" She noted. "Did they vanish?" The Doctor
shook his head. "Oh, they're there. But I can hide them. We
evolved to hide them" He shrugged. "Some of us were like some
humans; we didn't want people to know. I just hide them because it
hurts" He looked away again.
She stroked his hair off his face before standing and striding off. She returned with a little bowl of water and a cotton bud, and, sitting next to him, she washed his chest clean of blood and put plasters on the cuts. He hugged her quickly before getting dressed again. She left for her room and returned shortly wearing jeans and a top which said "Tweet Tweet I'm Sweet" Over a picture of tweety pie, the cartoon character on a background of pale blue. The Doctor grinned at Rose.
"Can you show me?" She asked him, suddenly, sat in the breakfast bar. He looked at her in confusion for a second over his toast before realising what she meant. "Oh!" He exclaimed, and she grinned. "I can try. I haven't done it for such a long time." He placed his toast back down, and placed two fingers either side of his head. He closed his eyes tightly and faintly through his skin came a hint of blue at the edge of his eyes. Then he cried out in pain, a trickle of blood coming from his left eye.
A/n: Ahahaha! Muahaha! Evil cliffhanger.