Companion piece to this amazing prompt by handysparehand. "That's why I write, because life never works except in retrospect. You can't control life, at least you can control your version." - Chuck Palahniuk
If you let something go and it comes back to you, it's yours forever. Apparently. You've never really believed in that sort of thing. Too many birds have flown away and left you with an empty cage. You've become used to the fact that "alone" and "Doctor" have become synonymous.
You find companions. You travel with them for a time and they leave you and you're alone. One such time, verymuch alone, you picked up someone from the Plane. The place between dimensions, where the half-human, half-Time Lord version of yourself had been travelling. Also alone.
So, you ask him to travel with you. To spend some of his limited human days on your TARDIS, like so many humans that walked into and out of that ship with you. Only he would wear more sensible shoes, of course.
Oh, but it would never be an easy companionship, but you've grown rather accustomed to having him there. He's not you, but that's all right. You've got enough ego to fill the TARDIS all by yourself. No, he's something else, and that makes him equally frustrating and fascinating. More frequently the former, but it's the latter that reminds you how much you do enjoy his company.
"You've burned the tea again? What---How do you even manage to do that?"
"You're the one who insists I
make it, when I could be helping with repairs."
"And you think I'd let you touch the consoles when you've already ruined my kettle?"
"I'd like to see you try better."
"Fine!" A beat. "You don't even know how to turn it on, do you?"
"I'm working on it!"
It's enough to make you believe that he's enough to fill your loneliness.
You put no restrictions on the TARDIS or the Plane. Come and go as you please. Let something go and all that.
He starts to go more frequently. Long stays away, visits with people he doesn't talk about over tea. You don't let it affect you, don't let the nagging sense of doubt go any further than the back of your mind.( And then, one day, he announces he's leaving. )Muse: The Doctor (Ten)
Fandom: Doctor Who
Word Count: 1,181
Based on roleplay in realityshifted
Special thanks to handysparehand for the beta!