POV Alison
The Doctor was definitely stubborn. He was clearly, deeply, desperately in love. The only one thing he was wishing for right now was the Master. The only way to bring him back was to confess to the Tardis frankly, word by word. Yet, he was doing nothing !
"Doctor, confess to your best friend. Now. It's a friend who tells you. Actually, it's an order." She said.
She folded her arms and waited.
POV Doctor
Well, guess I have no choice. He tried his best to stand up without staggering and began to deliver his clumsy speech.
"Eh, sorry for the shouting, old girl." He ruffled his already tangled hair again. "I'm not really in a good mood you see. I've recently been quite…upset. If that word could ever match the present situation…and…not if that kind of situation never happened before." He beat around the bush.
Alison sighed loudly.
"Get to the point, Doctor." She didn't want to wait more. She wanted to be with sane people again. As sane as two renegade Time lords could be.
"Ah, yes. Sorry. Seems like the sound of my own voice pleases me more than I would admit." Especially now the Master's is not here anymore to balance it.
Yes, balance. It was the right word. He and the Master balanced each other in a certain manner of speaking though they were as conceited, overconfident and vain as each other. They actually weren't that different: both renegades, both full of themselves, both convinced to be the cleverest, both holding a grudge against the Time Lords and enjoying time-travel (even if not for the same reasons), both having a taste for brightening the place they come into, both irritated when their plans didn't go as planned, both over the moon when it came to tease each other ("tease" mostly meaning fight, threaten, kill, hurt, betray…but sometimes just tease), and both craving for each other without ever claiming it out loud.
Was it for that reason the Doctor hated to be alone ? Because otherwise, he would continuously think about the Master ? Like now ? He ventured a glance on his left… A headless robotic body…
The Doctor broke down again.
POV Alison
"Doctor !" Alison rushed to prevent him from crashing on the floor.
Gosh ! He's more damaged than I'd have thought. Well, all the more reason to let it all out once and for all.
"Come on, Doctor ! Stop the blabber, stop the stonewalling, just say it !"
POV Doctor
He looked up, gave out a loud sigh and swept away the fresh tears with both his hands.
"Right! Right… Let's get over with it." His voice was trembling. He sounded like it was taking all his might to remain the calmest possible and like it was the harshest ordeal he ever had to deal with.
Surely she will make the rest of my life a living hell for doing this… and surely so will HE. Well, so be it then. It's much more preferable than letting things as they are now.
Than living without him.
"For the love of God, say it!" Alison was losing her patience.
"Fine! I'll say it! Just let me mentally rehearse, will you ? Is it too much of asking ?" So was the Doctor.
POV Alison
What's this lame excuse again ? For God's sake, I feel like I'll soon turn as mad as him. She gathered all of her strength not to punch this idiot in the face.
POV Doctor
He finally carried on –even if he still hadn't begun anything.
"My dear lifelong friend, will you please listen to what I have to tell you ? It is of a tremendous importance." He started.
"I know…I know you're not really fond of him, at least not as much as I am…for, yes I admit it, I don't quite loathe him as much as I like to harp it… you could almost say –if you could ever talk- I…do not hate him. I even…quite enjoy his company."
No significant answer from the Time entity. The Doctor finally lost it.
"Oh, who am I kidding now ! I bloody love him ! I know, my dearest friend, I should not and I swear on all the time and space I wish I would not ! But…the fact is…I've never…ever stopped…to love and value this insufferable scoundrel ! At last I thought that for once… I had manage to rescue him instead of abandoning him…but…what a disastrous failure !" He yelled.