Chapter 8: "Thinking"
The Doctor was cross. Poppy and Jack had become one of those annoying couples. The Doctor hadn't seen Poppy anywhere but at Jack's side for three days straight, (or possibly more, it was hard to tell time in the TARDIS) Their fingers were always interlocked, and more often than not, their lips were too.
The Doctor was very cross. Almost cross enough to drop Poppy back off where she came from. Almost.
But it was one lonely night, that haunted him the most. Jack was asleep in his room, and supposedly, Poppy in hers.
The Doctor sat there in the kitchen, where their ice cream adventure had taken place, and thought about the old Poppy.
The old Poppy as different. She would open up to him, then confuse him into forgetting what she said. She would kiss him, then slap him and storm off.
New Poppy only talked to Jack. Well sure, she did talk to the Doctor sometimes, but not without Jack. The Doctor was really regretting picking up Jack Harkness.
"Doctor?" Poppy stammered.
The Doctor turned to see Poppy standing in the doorway. Her hair was very frizzy, and she wore an old black tee shirt, she claimed it to be her father's, many sizes too big, almost reaching her knees.
"Oh, Hello Poppy." The Doctor whispered, pretending as if he had been organizing the cabinets or something.
Poppy walked sleepily over to him and slipped her hand into his. "Whatcha up too?" She asked quietly.
"Just uh, organizing." He fumbled about awkwardly, trying to increase the total space between their two bodies, although he couldn't bring himself to drop her hand.
"Is something wrong? You've just been kinda... Off lately." She said, yawning.
"No, of course not Poppy. You must just be really tired. Come on now, let's get you back to bed." He insisted, attempting to pull her from her spot, but she wouldn't budge.
"Is it Jack?" She asked. "'Cuz I never meant to upset you if it is."
"No, I find you two... Cute." He smiled. "Now off you go, Poppy."
"Okay." She smiled back, kissing him on the cheek. "Good Night"
"Good Night, Katherine Poppy." He whispered, letting go of her hand as she walked away.
The Doctor thought about this night often. He thought about how she was still old Poppy, but only when she wasn't around Jack. The Doctor found himself wanting more and more of Old Poppy but only getting more and more of New Poppy. Was it love? Of course it wasn't. The Doctor will deny it to the very end. He didn't fancy Katherine Poppy, he just wished Jack Harkness didn't fancy her either.
Poppy thought about that night often. But she didn't fancy The Doctor. No, she didn't fancy the Doctor. That's what Jack was for. Sometimes she wondered if she loved Jack, or if she just loved his kisses. Poppy thought about what she loved about the two. The Doctor made her laugh, he was all sorts of crazy, and so was she. Jack was sly and cunning, he had a habit of stealing kisses and Poppy could never predict him. She wasn't used to that, she was always good at predicting people. But did she really love him? Poppy wasn't exactly sure just yet, but for now she was enjoying his love. She felt selfish. Was she taking something that didn't belong to her? She missed being able to hold the Doctor's hand. Something about his hands just made them so... Holdable. That's why she couldn't resist that night.
Sometimes The Doctor thought of that first fight they had. It seemed like such a long time ago. One minute she's at his throat, and the next thing he knows, boom, snogging. "Never one like you" he said. What did he mean when he said that? He didn't mean the actual kiss. He was indifferent to most kisses. He had been kissed quite a lot in his time. But never had he kissed a human who was quite like Katherine Poppy.
Sometimes, Poppy thought of that first fight they had. She remembered it like it was yesterday. She had never felt any romantic attraction between them, but for some reason, when she stood there in front of him, with her anger just brewing inside, her eyeline was directly across from his thin, precious lips, and she just had to kiss him. But that didn't mean anything. Poppy had snogged plenty of guys in her lifetime. She was a pretty girl, with a deceitful attitude. Getting a kiss from Katherine Poppy was not a huge achievement. Was Poppy proud of that? No. She certainly wasn't proud of it at all. Poppy wore her heart on her sleeve, and she felt the pain many, many times. But there was still absolutely no way that she could ever, ever, fall in love with The Doctor.
A/N: Okay so this is like seriously my favorite chapter, like, legit.
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