Title: Feelings so Confus'd
Doctor: 9th, naturally.
Disclaimer: All I own is... is... now where did I put it? I'm sure I own something! Oh yeah! I own nothing. Doctor who belongs to the BBC, though I would quite happily relieve them of Christopher Ecclesten (already free, I know)!
Summary: It started with a kiss, then it got confusing!
A/N: Read&Review or my Wear-Bear will eat you! M for later chapters. This is my first fan-fic so be nice!
Chapter 3: The other side of things!
It was forty-seven hours, twenty-four minutes and thirteen seconds since he and Rose had thought, and the Doctor was regretting it more and more as each second had gone by. Jack had spent the past couple of days with Rose. They hadn't left her room since the argument. Envy swept through the Doctor, unbidden and unwanted, but there, nonetheless. Silently he cursed himself for asking her how she felt about him.
He didn't know why she had stormed off. He'd asked her how she could be passionate about him and not love him, hoping to the gods that she would protest, that she would tell him she loved him. It hadn't worked that way. Maybe her running off was proof that she didn't love him.
Why couldn't he have just carried on kissing her? Maybe showing her how he felt would have been better than attempting to tell her.
What's the point anyway? He thought to himself, She obviously doesn't love you otherwise she wouldn't have run away, would she?
He kept recalling their kiss, and the bliss that had passed through him as her lips met his. He also remembered why he had pulled back. He had to. He had a huge hard-on, and if she felt she'd probably slap him for being so perverted. He knew if he hadn't have stopped there he might have gone too far. He was still reeling from the embarrassment of realising that he was, for lack of a better term, felling her up – even after he had stopped kissing her, he had still been massaging her breast. He didn't even want to know what she thought about that.
I had to stop! He scolded himself for wishing he hadn't stopped. How else could I have prevented myself from ravaging her without consent? How?
They hadn't even looked at each other since she had told him she needed some space. He had decided to leave her to it, let her come round. If she really wanted space, he'd give it to her. He'd give her all of the universe throughout time and space if he could. And he could, if she wanted it.
He finished tinkering with the TARDIS's console and decided he needed a cup of tea. He stopped outside Rose's room, wishing he could say something. He couldn't hear anything from inside the room, and had his hand on the door handle before he shook himself. She needs space, he told himself, leave her be.
He entered the kitchen and was more than surprised to see Jack sat at the table, a cold cup of coffee in front of him. Jack his head was resting in his hands, in an oddly defeated gesture. However, when the Doctor opened the door, Jack looked up, and when he saw it was the Doctor, his features took on an angry expression.
"What happened to telling her you loved her?" Jack asked, thinking it best to jump in with both feet, a definite edge of anger in his voice.
"I asked!" the Doctor exclaimed, his voice rising, though mainly due to untold pain. "I asked her how she could let go with some, and really be with them if she doesn't love them! She ran out on me!"
It was round about then that Jack understood what had happened. He understood how the pair had mistook the others actions to mean that the other didn't love them.
"Doctor, she thinks you don't love her. That's why she ran off! Not because she doesn't love you!"
The Doctor sat down then, with a cup of tea in his hands. Jack now saw that his eyes were rimmed with red, and though he said nothing, Jack was certain the Doctor had spilt as many tears over the past couple of days as Rose had. Jack also noted a look of hope and disbelief in the Doctor's eyes, as though he hoped with all his might that what Jack was saying was true, but in the same moment, didn't dare let himself believe it could be possible.
"She doesn't love me Jack! You could see that by the way she ran away from me! Besides, I never once said I don't love her!" The Doctor was getting angry again and Jack saw his hands shaking.
"Calm down, Doctor, okay?"
"NO IT BLOODY WELL IS NOT OKAY! THE WOMEN WHO MEANS MORE TO ME THAN LIFE ITSELF JUST REJECTED ME!" The Doctor exploded, anger flushing his cheeks and a vain throbbing near his temple. Suddenly the vain stopped throbbing and his anger dissipated as he sank into his chair, realising his words. He tried not to notice that tears were slipping from his eyes. "You try being okay with that!"
Jack got up, and in much the same fashion as he had with Rose, he enveloped the Doctor in a hug, rocking him the way he would a child.
"It'll be alright – you'll see!" Jack said, a plan formulating at the back of his mind.
"How can anything be alright again? She hates me, Jack!"
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