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The Doctor.
A simple title for a simple room designation, marking a claim on a space that wasn't exactly his.
Sitting in the hallway, back against the wall opposite his door, the Doctor mused over the nameplate. He could tell they were written in English, even though the time vortex in his mind automatically translated them into Gallifreyan. The loopy swirls of his home language, long since dead, seemed to burn over the actual writing. The way the "D" and the "o" almost merged together on the space, like a greecian word...something human.
He could've told her to put his Academy nickname on there. "Theta Sigma". He hadn't gone by that in so long, it didn't even seem to fit any more. Maybe "John Smith"? It would look more fitting crammed between "Jack Harkness" and "Rose Tyler". Not just "The Doctor".
Doctor who?
Was it still just an alias? He wasn't sure he could've even spat out the words to his real name for that doorplate, even if he'd wanted to. Few people cared anymore, who he really was. Least of all himself.
It shouldn't be quiet this time of night, not while his mind was buzzing so loudly.
A simple title for a simple room designation, marking a claim on a space that wasn't exactly his.
Sitting in the hallway, back against the wall opposite his door, the Doctor mused over the nameplate. He could tell they were written in English, even though the time vortex in his mind automatically translated them into Gallifreyan. The loopy swirls of his home language, long since dead, seemed to burn over the actual writing. The way the "D" and the "o" almost merged together on the space, like a greecian word...something human.
He could've told her to put his Academy nickname on there. "Theta Sigma". He hadn't gone by that in so long, it didn't even seem to fit any more. Maybe "John Smith"? It would look more fitting crammed between "Jack Harkness" and "Rose Tyler". Not just "The Doctor".
Doctor who?
Was it still just an alias? He wasn't sure he could've even spat out the words to his real name for that doorplate, even if he'd wanted to. Few people cared anymore, who he really was. Least of all himself.
It shouldn't be quiet this time of night, not while his mind was buzzing so loudly.