Becoming Her Doctor
Disclaimer: Doctor Who is not mine. If it was... no, who am I kidding, Doctor Who is the best with all the angst left in. All I have claims to is the parallel TARDIS and everything she encompasses.
A/N: I promised you a poem. This poem was one of the first things I wrote. Fitting it into this story-format is a bit awkward, but just make sure you read the poem title before starting the poem.
Chapter Three: Somewhere Along the Way (Poem) (94 words)
She'd manage to find hope.
She had,
Before.
She'd–
Well...
She'd helped with the Dimension Cannon business,
And she hadn't exactly sat on her arse,
But she hadn't lived, either.
Not like she had,
Before.
She'd found hope,
In that Dimension Cannon,
Because it led her back–
Back to him–
Back to her Doctor.
Not this one.
Although–
If she thought about it,
He wasn't just an imposter anymore.
He was just another fluke.
Another man with just a title.
"The Doctor"
'Cause he was–
The Doctor.
Only difference was,
He wasn't her Doctor.
A/N: How's the poem? Good, bad, whatever? I should do the whole thing in poems; I should never do another one? (Too bad if either of those are your answers, they're both not happening.) I need a bit of Rose-Human Doctor interaction, then we can get to MY parallel TARDIS bit.