The Tenth Doctor had gone under the floor grating of the console room to think after he saw Rose kissing that man- No, he thought, kissing me. But not me. He looked straight ahead, unmoving, sitting in the swing, trying to make sense of what he was feeling. All he could think, over and over, was Why? Why did she kiss him? Was it because she liked that regeneration better? He looked younger, by human terms. Closer to Rose's age. Would she have preferred a younger looking him? When he regenerated after Satellite Five, after the kiss she didn't remember, he had tried so hard. Concentrating on becoming a man that was just right for his beloved pink and yellow human. It had helped that he was looking at her the whole time, and he thought he had succeeded. He thought he had become the perfect man for Rose Tyler. But he was wrong. She didn't want him at all. She wanted a different him, a younger him, a him that was more open with his emotions. He just couldn't be what Rose wanted him to be.
"Doctor?" The familiar voice rang out through the console room of the TARDIS. "Doctor, where are you? Can we talk?" He stayed silent. He didn't really want to talk to anyone. "Doctor, please, I know you're in here." He stayed perfectly still, trying not to make a single sound. She stood right above him. He panicked, dropping his sonic screwdriver. Being with that new clumsy doctor must be wearing off on him. "There you are. Listen, I know you're upset." she said. "Can you just talk to me?"
"I'm fine, Rose."
"No, you're not. Don't try to hide from me."
"Rose, can you please just leave?"
"No, just talk to me, please, don't shut me out"
"Please, just leave."
"Rose, just go away!"
"Hey, you don't need to talk to her like that! Be nice!" The eleventh doctor had come down to where they were without the two of them noticing.
"This is none of your business!" Ten spat out.
"My TARDIS, my companion, myself, I think it is my business!"
"She is not your companion! She. Is. MINE." The two doctors were inches away from each other now, almost shouting.
"Both of you! Stop shouting! You two are the same person! Is this all really necessary?"
"Yes, it is, because he just seems to think since we are in his TARDIS he can take whatever he wants from me!"
"I didn't take anything from you!"
"Then why were you kissing Rose?!"
"Rose isn't yours!"
"Well, she isn't yours, either!"
"I'm not anybody's!" The two Doctors turned to look at Rose. "Stop fighting over me like five-year-olds fighting over a toy! You two are both over 900 years old and you need to start acting like it, understand?"
"Yes." the two doctors said sheepishly.
"Now I'm going to finally go take a shower. Haven't gotten one since before the Olympics. You two need to work this out. I'll be back out here in half an hour." She turned and walked out of the console room.
The two doctors stood on the lower lever of the console room. Ten put his hands in his pockets and started looking around awkwardly, not knowing what to say. His eyes suddenly darted to the swing, just as his future self's did also. They both looked back at each other, then back to the swing. They both stared at each other for about three minutes, both knowing what each other was thinking. They both ran for the swing, trying to sit down in it at the same time.
"My TARDIS, my swing!"
"You get the swing all the time then, don't you?"
"It belongs to me!" Eleven was wrapping the cords the swing was suspended from around his hands so it would be secure to him while wrapping his legs around the seat. Ten stood on the seat trying to sit down unsuccessfully since his future self was trying to kick him. There was more struggle until they realized that they were stuck, both of their hands tied up above their heads, and then to top it all of, they were tied together at the wrists as well, so neither doctor could move from the swing.
"Brilliant, just brilliant!" both Doctors said at the same time, extremely aggravated.
"Well, Rose will be happy that we're bonding... Literally." Ten tried to hold back a smile at his future self's awful joke.
"Awful joke." Eleven stuck out his tongue at Ten's insult. "Rose was right, you do act like a five year old." Eleven rolled his eyes. "Oh, no, Rose." Ten realized. "I always mess things up with her! I'm such an idiot! What is it I'm doing wrong?"
"Well, after 200 years of thinking back on everything, you, aka me, did a lot of things wrong."
"Then what are they? I can't stand it when she's mad at me!"
"I know. It breaks your heart, doesn't it. And whenever you see her cry, you want to go and fine whoever did that to her, and you want to find whoever it was, and kill them, erase them from existence. Because it hurts. You can't stand to see your precious Rose hurt." A tear started to roll down Eleven's cheek. "You can't stand to see her hurt because you love her. You love her more than anyone or anything in the entire universe. And you cannot stand it when she looks at another man, you get possessive, and jealous, and she gets angry. Then you run to her and apologize, because you can't let her go home, you couldn't live, couldn't breathe without her. But every time that you apologize, you can never say all that you want to say." He was crying, hard now, Ten close to tears as well. "You can never say it! Just tell her! Tell her you love her, I don't care if this changes my personal timeline, it doesn't even matter! But she needs to know. Tell her you love her!"
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