The Doctor's coat found a place over the side of a table, and he left for the washroom without so much as a word. What had become of them? Last night, with Jack. And today, with the Doctor. So close to death for the both of them, and for what? What were they proving to each other?
He lifted his calf to the side of a sink and looked at the cuts on his trouser leg. Holes, like spikes, stabbing into the skin. He'd definitely been snared, but now no cuts remained, like the creature had sealed them when it let go. Or when Jack made it let go, whichever it was.
The Doctor lowered his leg and looked into the mirror. This old face. He'd gotten very used to this face, though now it had pink scars forming underneath the torn flesh from his confrontation with the Time Lords. Battle scars, Wilf had called them. Maybe that would be enough of a change. Something to remind him of what he had been, instead of what he would be.
What about Jack? Jack, who never held onto any scars or cuts. Jack, who was eternally 35. It seemed so logical, before. Taking Jack with him so they could spend their eternities together. But now, it seemed, their longevity was catching up with them.
He threw off his suit jacket and loosened his tie before heading out of the washroom to find somewhere to make tea. He'd shower later, he had enough of looking at himself.
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He lifted his calf to the side of a sink and looked at the cuts on his trouser leg. Holes, like spikes, stabbing into the skin. He'd definitely been snared, but now no cuts remained, like the creature had sealed them when it let go. Or when Jack made it let go, whichever it was.
The Doctor lowered his leg and looked into the mirror. This old face. He'd gotten very used to this face, though now it had pink scars forming underneath the torn flesh from his confrontation with the Time Lords. Battle scars, Wilf had called them. Maybe that would be enough of a change. Something to remind him of what he had been, instead of what he would be.
What about Jack? Jack, who never held onto any scars or cuts. Jack, who was eternally 35. It seemed so logical, before. Taking Jack with him so they could spend their eternities together. But now, it seemed, their longevity was catching up with them.
He threw off his suit jacket and loosened his tie before heading out of the washroom to find somewhere to make tea. He'd shower later, he had enough of looking at himself.