He's Fire And Ice And Rage

Remix Title: Faith (The Long Goodbye Remix)
Remix Author: rude_not_ginger
Remixed fic: Faith
Remixed author: jellybean728
Characters/Pairings: TenII/Rose UST, Jackie/Pete
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Word Count: 3,237
Summary: Rose and the duplicate Doctor suffer a crisis of his identity at their first Christmas on the other universe. Jackie tries to play matchmaker
A/N is optional: I tried to keep the original author's format and pacing, which was a challenge for me! Hope you like!

It's supposed to be Christmas.

It's the first Christmas they've all been together. Jackie had Pete's household staff set up the huge tree in the main hallway for the company party and she'd picked out her verybest cocktail dress for the occasion. The family's to be there and she's got to look the part of Pete's wife. She'll be showered with praise, compliments, and impossibly expensive presents. Christmas Eve is for the company and for the public.

( But it's the family Christmas that she's really, truly excited about )

"What do you think?"

He thinks about the vortex, the spiral spire of a billion lightyears of movement. He thinks about the vast array of stars, infinity twisting out through the cosmos. All of those planets he's seen and never seen---brilliant crystal endings, beginnings, worlds with rooms that go on forever, infinite possibilities through a mirror. He thinks about all of this.

He knows about all of this.

So when, in a tiny shop on Mall Planet in the late 67th century, he's asked which color of dress Donna should get, it's little wonder that all she gets in reply is a snort.

"Donna, they're both completely impractical," he says, crossing his arms.

"Yeah, but they're gonna be what I’m wearin', Spaceman, so help me pick one out."

"The one you have on now is fine."

"Is it better than the blue? Did you even look at the blue? What about the red, should I try it on again?"

"If I beg you not to, will you listen?"

"The blue one," says the voice behind him. Their not-son, born-from-a-hand, and shouldn’t-be-there, the half-human Doctor, has been trying on a variety of trainers in different colors because, apparently, fashion has passed on from Donna to him.

( 'See, someone cares about what I wear.' )

Muse: The Doctor (Ten)
Fandom: Doctor Who
Word Count: 791
For galeforcehero who wanted: "I want to read The Adventures Of The Doctor And Donna And Their Unintentional Offspring Handy, with no emo or serious business involved." here.

I.
It's at the very, very beginning. There's barely any time between their introduction and the moment where they must part. He's got to run off, he's got to stop disaster before it starts and she…she has to distract.

How should she distract? Well, she's too human to be of any interest…unless.

( 'This means nothing, he warns, firmly. 'Honestly, nothing.' )

Muse: The Doctor (Ten)
Fandom: Doctor Who
Word Count: 1,132

When I think about Love
I don't think about a Bright Moon
Twinkling Stars
Red Wine
Silent Whispers
Holding Hands
Secret Loveletters
-"Rough Sex" by Lords of Acid

It isn't love like the Doctor knows it.

When the Doctor considers love, he thinks about completion. He thinks about holding hands and sitting under a crystalline sky. He thinks about laying his head against a coral column and taking in the warmth of another being who knows him perfectly. He thinks of strange skies and pretending that they last forever. That's what he thinks love is.

The Doctor always thinks in terms of forever. He wants love to be deep like the vortex, no matter how twisted and complicated it may become. Things move slowly down Time's hallway, but that's all right. They never leave that way.

( This man before him, this Thing, he doesn't think like the Doctor does. )

Muse: The Doctor (Ten)
Fandom: Doctor Who
Word Count: 1,047
Special thanks to handysparehand for help with beta and having a muse that is a constant inspiration! <3<3

She is like ">| Quit being a butt to him! It is not his fault!"
Ten is like What? He only has EVERYTHING I EVER WANTED

Dorothy: Right, everything except the TARDIS, and eternal youth, and, y'know, freedom. >|
The Doctor: There's more to life than just freedom.
Dorothy: Not much more.
The Doctor: I've been free a long time, Dorothy. It wouldn't hurt to just stand still a while.
Dorothy: But you have a choice! He's not going to stop for a while, he's trapped for the rest of his life. And that's all he has-- one life.
The Doctor: People can do more in one life than others can in dozens. You look at a sunset when you've got only one life and it MEANS something
Dorothy: Do you really think you've done the right thing, here?
The Doctor: Leaving him with Rose? It's what I'd want if I were him.
Dorothy: But you're not him.
The Doctor: But he's me.
Dorothy: Yeah, he is. But you're not him, and you never will be. He's different, Doctor.
The Doctor: He should be grateful.
Dorothy: Grateful! That you abandoned him?
The Doctor: He didn't need me! And I left him with Rose! And the Tylers!
Dorothy: Did you even ask him what he wanted?
( The Doctor: If he didn't want it, he'd have said something. Dorothy: You seem awful damn sure of that. )

Muse: The Doctor (Ten)
Fandom: Doctor Who
Word Count: 3,156 YA RLY
Written with the amazing galeforcehero
handysparehand referenced with permission.

"You're not really a doctor."

"Neither are you."

"Oi, I could be one day, spaceman."

"Don't call me that. That's disturbing when it isn't coming out of Donna's mouth."

"I don't want to."

"Can't have you go anywhere until I have a look at you. Have a seat."

"What are you going to do?"

"Restrain myself."

The Doctor nods to the chair in the infirmary (sickbay!) and shrugs off his brown coat. The trip between universes is going rather smoothly, but seeing as they have a few more minutes before they get there, he wants to make sure this man with his face is going to be all right when he leaves him.

When he leaves him with Rose.

The other man tosses off his blue jacket and hops about restlessly in the chair. He looks younger than the Doctor, strangely enough. It's the way he hops about, the way his eyes look clearer, like Donna's. He looks human. The Doctor wears his suit shirt like it's a uniform; the other man wears his red t-shirt like he's comfortable in it.

The Doctor rolls up his sleeves and cleans his hands in the sink. There's dirt underneath his fingernails. Rubble from the destroyed ships. Another end to the Time War. Another end that he ran away from.

He grabs a towel off the side table and dries his hands, then picks up an old blood pressure monitor. He can't remember why he bought it originally (it was 1956, though, and the saleswoman turned out to be a rabid Wildebeati), but he knows how to use it.

"Still can't believe I bought that," the other man says. "Probably to fill up space. Only barely remember how to use it. Do you even remember what human blood pressure is supposed to be? I know I don't. Isn't there a book or something---"

"Give me your arm."

"---in one of those cabinets with a list? Might want to check it. I always remember having high blood pressure, though. Do you remember that? Can't imagine why I did, must be the high stress life. Are you really going to leave me? I can't live a slow life, I don't know how! Do you think---"

"Right, now let me see your wrist." He puts the stethoscope against the other man's pulse and listens to the single heartbeat.

"---I mean, maybe it could work out? Two of us on one ship? We're likely to go bonkers. End up fighting over Rose, I imagine. Well, I mean, can't be that bad, right? You know what I think---"

The Doctor has long since stopped caring what the other man thought. All he can think is how slow one heartbeat sounds. Bump. Ba bump. Bump. Ba bump. One heartbeat, one life. He's got all of the Doctor's memories, he thinks like he does, but he's not quite. He's not a child of Gallifrey, he's a…well, he's a mistake. Rather like Jack but with better hair.

He turns the other man's right arm over and looks down at the pale skin. Pale with little freckles peppering from the wristbone up to the bend in the elbow. They're paler freckles than the ones on the Doctor, who's stood in suns the other man will never stand in. But it's not what the other man has on his arm, it's what he doesn't.

"I noticed it, too." The other man says.

The Doctor turns his right arm over. His tattoo. His brand. A snake-like dragon coiling itself upwards, mouth open, very like a question mark. There's a bend in the neck of the snake, and the Gallifreyan word for "criminal" is tattooed in tiny letters. The paint never needs touching up and unlike an Earth tattoo it will never fade, no matter how often he regenerates or cuts off his own hand. It was given to him in his third incarnation. The mark of an exile of Gallifrey.

"Funny," the other man says, flexing his fingers and looking at his arm. "The things you get used to. Don't even notice til they're not there."

"Yeah," the Doctor says. He takes a step away from the other man. The other man who is everything he is but isn't. Another of the many subtle differences he wonders if Rose will notice.

He can't see how. He's always dressed in long coats and ruffled shirts, his arms covered. He can't think of a time he showed skin beyond his wristbone, it just isn't something he wants to think about. And his companions might ask about it. Liz did, and the resulting conversation was embarrassing. No, not just embarrassing. Humiliating.

And he didn't want to suffer that conversation. Not again. Not ever again.

Oh, the Doctor. The great and brilliant Doctor. President elect of the high council of Time Lords with a Paradoxical Criminal Dragon hiding under his shirtsleeves. He wonders if any of them remembered they had him branded. He wondered if they would've removed it if they did.

"It's really true," the other man says. "I'm not really the Doctor, then? You're Him, I'm just---"

"Stop it." The Doctor shakes his head. "It doesn't matter."

"Maybe not to you." The other man stands and picks up his suit jacket, pointedly draping it over his right arm. "So, Doctor? Am I cleared to go?"

The Doctor nods, slowly. "Yep. Perfect health."

"Brilliant." The other man looks over his shoulder, then turns and leaves. Back to the console room. Rose is waiting for him---or maybe she's waiting for the Doctor, it's very obvious now that the two are not the same.

One of them has two hearts, dirt under his nails, dark freckles, and an old brand that never went away. The other is new.

The Doctor envies him. He can remember Gallifrey, but doesn't have the mark to remember that he never truly belonged there.

Muse: The Doctor (Ten)
Fandom: Doctor Who
Word Count: 987

Written with handysparehand and notquiteawidow and it's entirely possible we're all a bit mad.

http://handysparehand.livejournal.com/2821.html

As if things couldn't possibly have gotten any worse, it had decided to rain. The world was ending, different universes were bending and mixing beyond all reason, and in the midst of it all, it rained.

(  It was almost clichéd, really. )

Muse: The Doctor (Ten) (AU)
Fandom: Doctor Who
Word Count: 4,447
Written With The Amazing: clever_wanderer

Doctor Who? The Mysterious Dr. John Smith of United Nations Intelligence Taskforce
By Riseeta Skitra

He's infamous in many ways---and yet it is undeniable that the world wouldn't be without him. Previous Prime Minister Harriet Jones once called out for this man, this Doctor to arrive and save the world from the alien ship that blanketed the skies two Christmases ago.

The question is, who is this man? I brought together some of his most loyal supporters and most vocal of critics to get the voice of who he is, the man behind the Doctor.

Rose Tyler	"The Doctor has the power to change a person. It only takes a second, then you wonder what you were doing with your life before you met him."
Mr. Gabriel	"Good guy. Weird taste in planets. Weird taste in leis too, for that matter, but still fun to be around. And I like his tardy."
First Lady Lucy Saxon	"The man known as the Doctor is a public menace and a threat to society. Any sightings should be reported directly to the police."
John Smith II (Not to be confused with whom this is about)	"He's positively amazing. Not as much as me, obviously, but that's not the point. Brains and strength and courage. And good looks. Best best mate I ever had."
Captain Jack Harkness, Torchwood	"The Doctor's everything you love and hate about aliens, about other people, about life. He's harsh but makes you stronger. You rarely know what he's thinking, but when you find out, it's always surprising. He's loving but keeps you at a distance. He licks everything and doesn't catch anything; it's amazing. The Doctor keeps you alive by making you live and making you want to live."
Jeanne-Antoinette Poisson	"More than angel or nightmare, he is pliable steel. He slips into the cracks of one's life, ones you might not even know are there. And yet you are not weakened by his presence. Rather you are sheltered and strengthened. Protected. Challenged."
Dr. Jane Smith	"The tall, skinny excitable chap with the hair and the red converse? Never heard of him in my life."
Anne Wilson	"He's fickle, hardworking- which is evidenced by his really nice hands... he has fantastic hands, you know. He spends most of his day under that grate next to the console. When he's not running from dinosaurs, Eternals or whatever mess he's gotten himself into... but he DOES have nice hands."
Gabriel Grey	"To say he's different because he's genetically different downplays the truth. Just like saying he's rude, or cruel, or wrong in what he does downplays the enormity of everything he copes with. Seriously, you try looking at the monsters he does day in and day out and tell me what your mind would be like afterwards. Course, that doesn't mean the bastard has a right to kidnap people!"
Dr. Martha Jones	"He's a force for good and he cares about people's lives -- an' he puts himself on the line over and over again, because he won't just turn away in the face of injustice. He's saved the world more times than I can reckon, and no one ever knows -- he wouldn't know what to do with himself if people did really know. Oh, he'd bluster and strut, but he'd shy away from the real-- He's my friend and he made me a better person. Is there anything better you could say about someone?"

Muse: The Doctor (Ten)
Fandom: Doctor Who
Word Count: 550

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