The Doctor and John Noble Pt. 1
Title: The Doctor and John Noble
Authors: shining_suicide and Elliot
Pairing: Ten/Ten II (John Noble)
Genres: Fluff, Pron, PSL
Warning: Language, Pron, AU!
Rating: NC-17
Summary: John Noble wasn’t happy in that world, so he found a way back to his Doctor.
Author's Note: This is what comes out when my friend and I role play at wee hours of the morning! Some bits may not make sense... but who can really deny two Doctors? Feedback much appreciated! Enjoy!
It hadn't been easy at all to steal Jack's wristband, although he did start to feel a whole lot better when they were together, that had only made him feel much more guilty when he had stolen it though, on the downside. On the upside, he had finally broken free of a horrible mistake - he knew their relationship wouldn't have lasted very long, it was only a matter of time before she started thinking bitterly. Well, not bitterly, he thought. Rose truly did love him, she had told him so over and over, it's just when he caught her staring off in a sort of daydream state, and he knew she was thinking about the Doctor, the real one. He remembered all the times they had fought, almost to the point of crying as he told her how he felt, like he was second, even though he was the Doctor in every way.
Smiling as he found that the Doctor had forgotten to change the wristband back so that Jack couldn't be teleporting all over the place, he set the date back to the day that the Doctor had dropped him, Rose and Jackie back in the parallel world. A few seconds of whirring, he found himself back at Bad Wolf Bay.
Blinking, he looked around, but didn't see anything, it was just a beach - and then he turned around - he could hear it, and a few seconds, he could see the TARDIS start to materialize. Hearing the wheezing stop, he waited until he heard the doors squeek open and everyone walk out. He waited a few minutes and then peeked around the corner, all eyes were on Rose, the two of them standing beside her as she asked what he was about to say that last time. Sneaking carefully around the TARDIS, he stroked her gently, he had missed her too.
Looking back, no one had been looking at him. Smiling gently, he opened the TARDIS doors and ran inside, heading to one of the doors that led to the many rooms in the ship. He would wait here for a while until Donna and the Doctor came back.
The Doctor saluted Wilfred, and turned away, trying not to think. Donna was in the kitchen. She was there right now. He could just pop back in for a second and she would turn to him with eyes that were clear and knowing and they would keep traveling together until they were both too old for any sort of shenanigans. Or until she died.
No, but he mustn't think that. She couldn't remember. Couldn't. He opened the door to the TARDIS and stood for a moment looking at the console. He had forgotten for a moment, with all his friends around him--his family Sarah-Jane had called them--how big the TARDIS was, and he wished that it could be as small as it looked on the outside.
He tossed his jacket aside and went to the console, pressing a few buttons on the console so that the TARDIS dematerialized, not heading for any destination in particular, but riding the waves of the vortex.
Hearing the doors close, he was waiting for a bit more shouting, but nothing came. He had to restrain himself from jumping out when he had heard what the Doctor was going to do, what he did do - erase Donna's memories, and it hurt so much, but he knew that the Doctor was right, even though he wished that he wasn't.
A few short moments later, he breathed out steadily, trying to calm himself. Over the half a year he had with Rose, his feelings were starting to change erratically. Not only Rose was thinking about the Doctor, but so was he - he could feel the connection between them, but it was so dull, because they were so far apart, but still close enough to feel it. It was like he wasn't even whole anymore.
So this is why... he thought to himself, just a little while after Donna and the Doctor had left, he had felt that something had gone wrong, that something was missing, and now he knew that it was Donna - because she had forgotten. His link to her seemed broken, forgotten.
Shaking his head slowly, he opened the door silently and peered outside to see the Doctor looking rather sad and upset - he knew that look, he had used it quite frequently when he was thinking, thinking about the Doctor and thinking about how he wished either of them could love him as much as they loved each other. He had felt like the odd one out, but maybe that could change, maybe this could work.
Stealthily and silently, he crept up to the Doctor and then tilted his head, looking up and down the TARDIS' console, "I really missed her, you know..." he said about the ship, "I missed you too, of course, a lot." he said, making himself known to the Time Lord, tearing his gaze off of the console and looking to the Doctor.
To his credit, the Doctor didn't jump (much) when he saw himself. He did manage to bash his elbow on the console, causing the TARDIS to creak angrily and pitch back and forth a bit. "M--miss me?" he finally choked out, "B-but I just dropped you off-- how did you--" he drew a sharp breath, "You haven't done something foolish like hopped between parallel dimensions or anything, have you? And-- Wait--wait, wait, wait-- what are you doing here, anyway? Is it Rose? Is Rose in trouble? Is Rose here?" He looked around frantically.
As if to find her, John looked around the same as the Doctor and then shrugged, "Nope, just me." he said, going over to lean against the console, folding his arms. He looked around the room and almost seemed to marvel at it, it had felt like so long since he had been in here - he felt as close to the TARDIS as the Doctor had, and he knew it was his Time Lord part of him making him feel that way.
"Noo, I haven't hopped from anywhere, well... not dimensions anyway," he said, tilting his head a little and then looking back down at the Doctor. Reaching up, he pulled his sleeve up and revealed Jack's wristband, "I feel kind of bad about it.. but... you just made a horrible decision, Doctor," he pursed his lips and then looked away, "You should have known it wouldn't have worked..."
"Tsch. Let me see that." The Doctor tugged Jack's wristband from John's wrist. "This," he said, shaking it savagely, "is no way to travel. Besides, I thought I'd fixed it." He mused for a moment. "Then again, perhaps not." He pulled out his sonic screwdriver and held it to the wristband, disabling it. "There, that's sorted now."
He turned back to John. "Now you. What are you talking about?" His eyes were searching. "How could it not have worked? You..." he swallowed, "you love her."
Watching, John was about to whine about Jack's wristband, though he knew that if he had ever gotten back, though he knew it was quite impossible, that Jack would be heartbroken to see that it wasn't working anymore - he at least had a good couple of months to teleport and jump time lines.
He sighed as he listened to his counterpart, leaning against the console, he looked up at nothing, but I'm not the one she loved, Doctor..." he said solemnly, slowly looking over at him, "It was you she was thinking about every time we went to bed, every time we... look, I know I never could compete with you, alright? We tried, we really did, but it just didn't work," he explained, fumbling and fiddling with the sleeve of his suit - he had bought a few more suits since he had been there, the one he was wearing now was a slimming black with silver stripes this time and he had black converse. "I could always tell she was thinking of you, and not me."
"Every time you-- Oh, I-- oh." The Doctor pinched the bridge of his nose. This was awkward, he thought. Awkward and horrible. There was nothing to say to that, really. "So--what? You came back to stop me from letting you go?" He laughed a little, mirthlessly. "Because you're a little bit late for that." He scuffed at the floor with the toe of his sneaker. "Did you, you know, did you tell her you were leaving? I can't--" he swallowed, "I can't get you back, you know. I mean, to her universe. But you know that. I mean, you've probably thought of that. Oh--"
He cleared his throat. "I guess I'm--well. I mean, I'm sorry."
John smiled and then shuffled a little closer to him, "Yes, I've known that would happen, I know you, remember?" he said, lifting his hand and then tapping his head, "All in here," he murmured and then crossed his arms again, "And no..." he said quietly, looking down at his feet, "I didn't tell her, and I know I'm a little late, how do you think I snuck in here?" he asked, smirking a little, not really wanting to dwell on what he had just done, trying to switch subjects, just like the Doctor would have done - John wasn't very good at this stuff either. "I'm... sorry you had to do that to her, it hurt me too..." he said a moment later, talking about Donna.
The Doctor nodded silently in acknowledgment. It was horrible thinking about Donna at home, completely alone and completely unaware of it. "It's like there's something missing. Here," he waved his hands vaguely around his head, "and here," around his chest. "But," he swallowed, "But you know that, obviously. Because--well, because I know that." He frowned suddenly, and pushed off of the console. "Let me look at you," he muttered, circling 'round the other man. "From the looks of it, I'd say you stayed with--in the other place for, oh, I don't know, a year?" He completed the circle and stopped to look into John's face. "You've got a few more wrinkles around your eyes," he pointed out softly, reaching out to brush them with his fingertips, "and around your mouth. Oh." He let his hand drop to his side. His eyes were sad. "No," he said, "No, I see it now. It's not been that long. Six months, tops. But you look as if it's been a year. Was it really that bad?"
He smirked a little at the wrinkle comment, though of course he really didn't notice them that much, though he could tell that the Doctor did seem more healthier looking. He hadn't been doing very well in the parallel Earth, most of the time it had been depressing - sure, for the first month or so it was heaven,but then he could start to see the look in her eyes and he just knew, he just knew something would break. Maybe there hadn't been anything there at all, maybe she was just trying to fool herself when they were together. "Just can't hide anything from you, can I?" he chuckled softly, leaning back down on the console again. He could feel his breath catch in his throat when the Doctor had been close to him, and now he could feel their connection so much more now that they were together, almost as if he could breathe again - it was a strange feeling, strange, but not bad at all. "Imagine all that time that you had without her, when you had left her there for the first time... and now imagine that you were with her, but she was dreaming of someone else entirely? It really does a number on you..." he shrugged, not being able to look at the Doctor directly.
The Doctor nodded sympathetically. "Well you know there's plenty of room here until you figure out where you're going." He wasn't as bothered as he thought he would have been by the appearance of the other man. It was almost like having a part of Donna there. "Do you, uh--" he cleared his throat. "Do you have any particular destination in mind?" Somehow, he didn't like to think of John leaving quite so soon. It would be empty then, and he would be alone.
John smiled and then peered over at the Doctor, "How 'bout we just go somewhere quiet? Safe, y'know - you've been through a lot these last couple of days, saving the Earth and whatnot, and I could use a vacation," he grinned, "Oh! Do you like the new attire? Still kept you in mind, though it is quite a bit darker, I love it," he chuckled, looking down at himself, really, he had just bought this suit not too long ago, maybe three days ago, though the converse he had gotten right away.
"I try to take quiet vacations," lamented the Doctor, "but they always end with some kind pustule-covered monster chasing me back to the TARDIS." He sighed. "Or genocide."
He scratched his nose thoughtfully. "But the suit is--well, it's very nice." It was nice, he thought. Slimming. Elegant. He reached for the sonic screwdriver. "What is it made of?" He grabbed John's arm unceremoniously and began to inspect the fabric. A small part of his mind noticed that John kept his fingernails clipped short and neat, like Donna did.
John smiled, "Wool - I would have gotten silk, but you know how much running there tends to be when one's with you," he smirked, tilting his head up a little and looking at the Doctor, "I wasn't exactly thinking, I was too much preoccupied on getting here that I forgot to grab my clothes," he shrugged, he had bought a lot of clothes over the time they had been apart, now the shopping part of him was most likely all Donna talking, wanting to pack heavy, he really did regret not bringing his stuff. "Oi! Where shall we go now then, eh? It's just the two of us now, Doctor," he smiled, "I know with the two of us there'll probably be danger around every corner, but we can at least try to relax." he grinned. Already, he felt lighter, like a huge weight was lifted from his shoulders, and he could breathe again, it felt amazing. "Oh yeah, by the way, the name's John. John Noble." he said, holding out his hand. They hadn't really spent much time together at all.
to be continued...
Oi! There's more where that came from, there just wasn't much room so I had to cut it into parts. Review and I'll post more! ^^
Authors: shining_suicide and Elliot
Pairing: Ten/Ten II (John Noble)
Genres: Fluff, Pron, PSL
Warning: Language, Pron, AU!
Rating: NC-17
Summary: John Noble wasn’t happy in that world, so he found a way back to his Doctor.
Author's Note: This is what comes out when my friend and I role play at wee hours of the morning! Some bits may not make sense... but who can really deny two Doctors? Feedback much appreciated! Enjoy!
It hadn't been easy at all to steal Jack's wristband, although he did start to feel a whole lot better when they were together, that had only made him feel much more guilty when he had stolen it though, on the downside. On the upside, he had finally broken free of a horrible mistake - he knew their relationship wouldn't have lasted very long, it was only a matter of time before she started thinking bitterly. Well, not bitterly, he thought. Rose truly did love him, she had told him so over and over, it's just when he caught her staring off in a sort of daydream state, and he knew she was thinking about the Doctor, the real one. He remembered all the times they had fought, almost to the point of crying as he told her how he felt, like he was second, even though he was the Doctor in every way.
Smiling as he found that the Doctor had forgotten to change the wristband back so that Jack couldn't be teleporting all over the place, he set the date back to the day that the Doctor had dropped him, Rose and Jackie back in the parallel world. A few seconds of whirring, he found himself back at Bad Wolf Bay.
Blinking, he looked around, but didn't see anything, it was just a beach - and then he turned around - he could hear it, and a few seconds, he could see the TARDIS start to materialize. Hearing the wheezing stop, he waited until he heard the doors squeek open and everyone walk out. He waited a few minutes and then peeked around the corner, all eyes were on Rose, the two of them standing beside her as she asked what he was about to say that last time. Sneaking carefully around the TARDIS, he stroked her gently, he had missed her too.
Looking back, no one had been looking at him. Smiling gently, he opened the TARDIS doors and ran inside, heading to one of the doors that led to the many rooms in the ship. He would wait here for a while until Donna and the Doctor came back.
The Doctor saluted Wilfred, and turned away, trying not to think. Donna was in the kitchen. She was there right now. He could just pop back in for a second and she would turn to him with eyes that were clear and knowing and they would keep traveling together until they were both too old for any sort of shenanigans. Or until she died.
No, but he mustn't think that. She couldn't remember. Couldn't. He opened the door to the TARDIS and stood for a moment looking at the console. He had forgotten for a moment, with all his friends around him--his family Sarah-Jane had called them--how big the TARDIS was, and he wished that it could be as small as it looked on the outside.
He tossed his jacket aside and went to the console, pressing a few buttons on the console so that the TARDIS dematerialized, not heading for any destination in particular, but riding the waves of the vortex.
Hearing the doors close, he was waiting for a bit more shouting, but nothing came. He had to restrain himself from jumping out when he had heard what the Doctor was going to do, what he did do - erase Donna's memories, and it hurt so much, but he knew that the Doctor was right, even though he wished that he wasn't.
A few short moments later, he breathed out steadily, trying to calm himself. Over the half a year he had with Rose, his feelings were starting to change erratically. Not only Rose was thinking about the Doctor, but so was he - he could feel the connection between them, but it was so dull, because they were so far apart, but still close enough to feel it. It was like he wasn't even whole anymore.
So this is why... he thought to himself, just a little while after Donna and the Doctor had left, he had felt that something had gone wrong, that something was missing, and now he knew that it was Donna - because she had forgotten. His link to her seemed broken, forgotten.
Shaking his head slowly, he opened the door silently and peered outside to see the Doctor looking rather sad and upset - he knew that look, he had used it quite frequently when he was thinking, thinking about the Doctor and thinking about how he wished either of them could love him as much as they loved each other. He had felt like the odd one out, but maybe that could change, maybe this could work.
Stealthily and silently, he crept up to the Doctor and then tilted his head, looking up and down the TARDIS' console, "I really missed her, you know..." he said about the ship, "I missed you too, of course, a lot." he said, making himself known to the Time Lord, tearing his gaze off of the console and looking to the Doctor.
To his credit, the Doctor didn't jump (much) when he saw himself. He did manage to bash his elbow on the console, causing the TARDIS to creak angrily and pitch back and forth a bit. "M--miss me?" he finally choked out, "B-but I just dropped you off-- how did you--" he drew a sharp breath, "You haven't done something foolish like hopped between parallel dimensions or anything, have you? And-- Wait--wait, wait, wait-- what are you doing here, anyway? Is it Rose? Is Rose in trouble? Is Rose here?" He looked around frantically.
As if to find her, John looked around the same as the Doctor and then shrugged, "Nope, just me." he said, going over to lean against the console, folding his arms. He looked around the room and almost seemed to marvel at it, it had felt like so long since he had been in here - he felt as close to the TARDIS as the Doctor had, and he knew it was his Time Lord part of him making him feel that way.
"Noo, I haven't hopped from anywhere, well... not dimensions anyway," he said, tilting his head a little and then looking back down at the Doctor. Reaching up, he pulled his sleeve up and revealed Jack's wristband, "I feel kind of bad about it.. but... you just made a horrible decision, Doctor," he pursed his lips and then looked away, "You should have known it wouldn't have worked..."
"Tsch. Let me see that." The Doctor tugged Jack's wristband from John's wrist. "This," he said, shaking it savagely, "is no way to travel. Besides, I thought I'd fixed it." He mused for a moment. "Then again, perhaps not." He pulled out his sonic screwdriver and held it to the wristband, disabling it. "There, that's sorted now."
He turned back to John. "Now you. What are you talking about?" His eyes were searching. "How could it not have worked? You..." he swallowed, "you love her."
Watching, John was about to whine about Jack's wristband, though he knew that if he had ever gotten back, though he knew it was quite impossible, that Jack would be heartbroken to see that it wasn't working anymore - he at least had a good couple of months to teleport and jump time lines.
He sighed as he listened to his counterpart, leaning against the console, he looked up at nothing, but I'm not the one she loved, Doctor..." he said solemnly, slowly looking over at him, "It was you she was thinking about every time we went to bed, every time we... look, I know I never could compete with you, alright? We tried, we really did, but it just didn't work," he explained, fumbling and fiddling with the sleeve of his suit - he had bought a few more suits since he had been there, the one he was wearing now was a slimming black with silver stripes this time and he had black converse. "I could always tell she was thinking of you, and not me."
"Every time you-- Oh, I-- oh." The Doctor pinched the bridge of his nose. This was awkward, he thought. Awkward and horrible. There was nothing to say to that, really. "So--what? You came back to stop me from letting you go?" He laughed a little, mirthlessly. "Because you're a little bit late for that." He scuffed at the floor with the toe of his sneaker. "Did you, you know, did you tell her you were leaving? I can't--" he swallowed, "I can't get you back, you know. I mean, to her universe. But you know that. I mean, you've probably thought of that. Oh--"
He cleared his throat. "I guess I'm--well. I mean, I'm sorry."
John smiled and then shuffled a little closer to him, "Yes, I've known that would happen, I know you, remember?" he said, lifting his hand and then tapping his head, "All in here," he murmured and then crossed his arms again, "And no..." he said quietly, looking down at his feet, "I didn't tell her, and I know I'm a little late, how do you think I snuck in here?" he asked, smirking a little, not really wanting to dwell on what he had just done, trying to switch subjects, just like the Doctor would have done - John wasn't very good at this stuff either. "I'm... sorry you had to do that to her, it hurt me too..." he said a moment later, talking about Donna.
The Doctor nodded silently in acknowledgment. It was horrible thinking about Donna at home, completely alone and completely unaware of it. "It's like there's something missing. Here," he waved his hands vaguely around his head, "and here," around his chest. "But," he swallowed, "But you know that, obviously. Because--well, because I know that." He frowned suddenly, and pushed off of the console. "Let me look at you," he muttered, circling 'round the other man. "From the looks of it, I'd say you stayed with--in the other place for, oh, I don't know, a year?" He completed the circle and stopped to look into John's face. "You've got a few more wrinkles around your eyes," he pointed out softly, reaching out to brush them with his fingertips, "and around your mouth. Oh." He let his hand drop to his side. His eyes were sad. "No," he said, "No, I see it now. It's not been that long. Six months, tops. But you look as if it's been a year. Was it really that bad?"
He smirked a little at the wrinkle comment, though of course he really didn't notice them that much, though he could tell that the Doctor did seem more healthier looking. He hadn't been doing very well in the parallel Earth, most of the time it had been depressing - sure, for the first month or so it was heaven,but then he could start to see the look in her eyes and he just knew, he just knew something would break. Maybe there hadn't been anything there at all, maybe she was just trying to fool herself when they were together. "Just can't hide anything from you, can I?" he chuckled softly, leaning back down on the console again. He could feel his breath catch in his throat when the Doctor had been close to him, and now he could feel their connection so much more now that they were together, almost as if he could breathe again - it was a strange feeling, strange, but not bad at all. "Imagine all that time that you had without her, when you had left her there for the first time... and now imagine that you were with her, but she was dreaming of someone else entirely? It really does a number on you..." he shrugged, not being able to look at the Doctor directly.
The Doctor nodded sympathetically. "Well you know there's plenty of room here until you figure out where you're going." He wasn't as bothered as he thought he would have been by the appearance of the other man. It was almost like having a part of Donna there. "Do you, uh--" he cleared his throat. "Do you have any particular destination in mind?" Somehow, he didn't like to think of John leaving quite so soon. It would be empty then, and he would be alone.
John smiled and then peered over at the Doctor, "How 'bout we just go somewhere quiet? Safe, y'know - you've been through a lot these last couple of days, saving the Earth and whatnot, and I could use a vacation," he grinned, "Oh! Do you like the new attire? Still kept you in mind, though it is quite a bit darker, I love it," he chuckled, looking down at himself, really, he had just bought this suit not too long ago, maybe three days ago, though the converse he had gotten right away.
"I try to take quiet vacations," lamented the Doctor, "but they always end with some kind pustule-covered monster chasing me back to the TARDIS." He sighed. "Or genocide."
He scratched his nose thoughtfully. "But the suit is--well, it's very nice." It was nice, he thought. Slimming. Elegant. He reached for the sonic screwdriver. "What is it made of?" He grabbed John's arm unceremoniously and began to inspect the fabric. A small part of his mind noticed that John kept his fingernails clipped short and neat, like Donna did.
John smiled, "Wool - I would have gotten silk, but you know how much running there tends to be when one's with you," he smirked, tilting his head up a little and looking at the Doctor, "I wasn't exactly thinking, I was too much preoccupied on getting here that I forgot to grab my clothes," he shrugged, he had bought a lot of clothes over the time they had been apart, now the shopping part of him was most likely all Donna talking, wanting to pack heavy, he really did regret not bringing his stuff. "Oi! Where shall we go now then, eh? It's just the two of us now, Doctor," he smiled, "I know with the two of us there'll probably be danger around every corner, but we can at least try to relax." he grinned. Already, he felt lighter, like a huge weight was lifted from his shoulders, and he could breathe again, it felt amazing. "Oh yeah, by the way, the name's John. John Noble." he said, holding out his hand. They hadn't really spent much time together at all.
to be continued...
Oi! There's more where that came from, there just wasn't much room so I had to cut it into parts. Review and I'll post more! ^^