Enjoy your therapy.

[huffpuffblonde]

[ THE MINDFUCK MEME ]
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Metacrisis Doctor/Doctor Who/Open

[but_you_made_me]

[onlytheblue]

He pauses, caught by Rose's gaze, but he doesn't move. Not away, and not closer. His other self explains it perfectly well, though. Nothing needs to be said from him. Because his answer is always the same. Deny and ignore. Just as his other self doesn't address the things said about him--and won't until Rose makes him.

He shouldn't need to say what they mean to him. He shows it in everything he does. He can't just say what they mean to him, because it's all to acute, too powerful, and to admit it would break him all the more once they're gone and he's alone again. Without his Rose and without his other half.

So he just...watches and waits for the opportunity to leave and let them sort through things the way only they can.

[huffpuffblonde]

She doesn't break eye-contact with him throughout the Metacrisis's oblivious, closed-eyed narrative. Because she can't. Because she needs to know whether or not it's true. Not always, not all the time, she doesn't need him to say it, but... she's hurting. The things he's said... they run close to home, they cut deep, play with her biggest, strongest, most long-held insecurities. Her dad dying. Jimmy. True or not, those are big things to say, and then walk away from without even acknowledging them. Without any reassurance. Without... anything but blatant dismissal.

And when he's finished talking, she still doesn't look away. "I need you."

To stay. To love her. To apologize. To be with them. To get back to some sanity. But most importantly, she needs him not to walk away from this. She looks down at the Metacrisis, laying broken in bed. "Both of you."

And then back to Ten. "He needs you. Look at him. Listen to him. Just listen. He honestly believes those things we said. Because he's not you, anymore. He can't just let it roll off

[but_you_made_me]

A part of him wanted to reach over and stop her from speaking. Stop her from putting the emotional spotlight on his emotionally defunct twin. Because it wasn't fair. It wasn't fair to expect him to chance his entire MO to suit them...

...but it also wasn't fair to just be able to walk away from saying all those hurtful things, under the influence of some strange radiation or not. It wasn't fair that he got to leave Rose like that, suffering and thinking that she was really just a shop girl he'd picked up for kicked.

...it wasn't fair that he got to erase the marks he'd left on his body....then just walk away from the one's he'd left on his heart.

In the end, he didn't say a thing. Didn't look at either of them. Just turned and shifted down in the bed so he could rest his head on Rose's chest, listening to her heartbeat and holding her....and hoping that she'd be good enough to not comment on the way he was shaking.

[onlytheblue]

For a few moments he just...stares. He can leave. They'll probably sort it out because Rose is brilliant and he knows what his other self is capable of. In all likelihood they'll be fine, and walking out just might be what finally sends them away. He can't decide if he's ready for that.

But the way they're curled up, the way his other self is shaking--oh he can see that--like two survivors of a catastrophe huddled together waiting for rescue...he may not be as openly emotional and empathic as his other self or Rose, but he's hardly without either. Far from it, in fact, otherwise his other self wouldn't have the emotions to show.

He gives a minute sigh after a few moments and moves to sit at the edge of the bed. He smooths his hand through his Metacrisis' hair, and brushes a few strands of Rose's hair over her shoulder. "...My companions."

[huffpuffblonde]

She isn't sure he's going to come, at first. Maybe it's the lingering traces of self-doubt, or the thought that things couldn't possibly get any better, but for a firm second, she's absolutely convinced that he isn't going to come. And she's not sure how she'll handle that, but it'll break her. Absolutely. And it would break the Metacrisis, too, she's sure.

And then he's there, barely, unsure, tentatively, because he's the Doctor, and he's afraid of times like these. And his hand ghosts over her hair. And she can't help the choked jerk her body gives, some sort of sob without tears, a rush of overwhelming emotion that rips through her chest. She wasn't lying. She needs him. And so does the broken man between them, his head against her chest.

She runs her hands through the Metacrisis's hair for a second, gathering herself, before she looks up at Ten. She's proud of him, for coming back. She's proud of him for not leaving. Just that, that tiny step, does wonders

[but_you_made_me]

He honestly hadn't expected his duplicate to come back. It wasn't how they worked, after all. At least, not how the Doctor worked. He, apparently, worked by having a mental breakdown every other week and clinging to Rose in tears

[onlytheblue]

He listens to everything that Rose says with a benign smile. Because it's always nice to hear her support him. It really is. If she lost her faith in him...but he says nothing. Not to accede, not to argue. It's not an issue he's going to deal with. He's not the one curled up in a ball right now, is he?

He kisses her forehead gently when she's done. "Never let anyone tell you you're not brilliant and wonderful, Rose, not even me."

Normally, he might lay that on a bit more thickly, but really...he worries for his other self. If he's let all of that get to him, it's not...if he's expected to fix things, and if his Metacrisis still has his same tendencies, he'll be more difficult to convince than Rose.

"Andere, look at me."

[huffpuffblonde]

She offers him a tiny smile. A small one, really, that says she appreciates the gesture. Things aren't fixed. Not yet, not really. But they can be, and she wants to spend time with him, later. Not 'talking about it' time, just... laying there, quietly, being together time. Because with the two of them, words don't fix things as well as quiet gestures. Curling up together, pretending to watch the Lion King for the seventieth billionth time, him stroking her hair and her ear resting against his chest.

He's right, though. Now it's time for the Metacrisis. To fix things between her and Handy, for him to fix things between himself and Handy, and then for the three of them to fix each other. She and him can come later. It's time they treated him like the important one. Both of them.

She shimmied down the bed a bit and wrapped her arms around him, averting her eyes so the Doctors could have their moment.

[but_you_made_me]

Really, he wasn't taking it half as badly as his two lover's seemed to think he was taking it. It hurt, yes. But he'd always known that he was the spare piece of their two person puzzle. Most of the time, it didn't bother him. Most of the time, he could lay back and just watch them, a smile on his face. He was the bridge between them, sometimes. Rose herself had called him their 'translator'.

So, the idea that he was a favored pet wasn't really a new one. It had just never been...vocalized before. Having his nose shoved in it had been painful and rather hard to take, but that didn't stop him from loving the two of them as much as he ever had.

The fact that he'd just gotten done telling Rose that it was the radiation that had made them say those things was completely lost on him at the moment.

He waited until Rose was comfortable before bending his head to brush his lips against the air above her forehead(I keep thinking he'd going to kiss me or something) and rolled partially over so he could look up at his other self.

[onlytheblue]

For a little bit there, he expects his other self is upset enough he won't look up at him, and he'll have to fight to get through to him. Once Rose is settled, though, he does eventually look. And that's good, because it means he'll be able to see the tenderness and...and all of the other things he felt. Because they're the same, and if anyone can read his expression, his Metacrisis can.

"You need to pay more attention." If he's petting his hair it's purely out of affection, not out of any feelings of superiority. He should...say something, but Rose is there, and it's difficult enough to...acknowledge anything at all, even if the other man really does need it said this time. "It shouldn't need saying at all."

It really, really shouldn't. Not after this long.

After a few moments of struggle, though, he leans down and presses a soft kiss to his nearest temple. "Stop thinking you're replaceable."

[huffpuffblonde]

She pretends not to listen, and she feels... guilty, really. Like she's intruding on their moment. But it's beautiful, really, they way they express themselves. That he can fight with himself to say the absolute least amount of words possible, to achieve the highest effect. Her rambled speech isn't even as effective as his short, stunted sentence.

She gives them time to take each other in before she looks up, softly, at the two of them. Her boys. Typical, typical men. They could save themselves some time if they'd just slap eachother on the arse and say 'good game'.

"Good. Now, shut up and lay down here a bit before you wander off and moodily fix things that don't need fixed."

[but_you_made_me]

Oh, he understood that expression alright. Understood it well enough that he reached up and oh to lightly touched the other man's temple. As if he were trying to initiate a connection that should come so naturally to him.

Because his twin was right. It shouldn't need to be said. It shouldn't, because it wasn't something that could be understood through words alone. It was an emotion, and emotions were meant to be felt. But he couldn't do that anymore...so he did the one thing he could do.

He slid his hand around until he was cupping the back of his doppelgangers neck and pulled him down for a proper kiss. It wasn't deep, or passionate, or even particularly open mouthed. In fact, it could easily be called chaste....and yet, it was probably the best thing he could do in the place of that connection he could never really have again.

And when he released the Time Lord, he shifted and tipped Rose' chin up with his finger before he dipped his head and kissed her, as well.

[onlytheblue]

He huffs good naturedly and shifts round a bit. There's no room for him to lie down like the other two, but he can sort of lounge next to them still.

He opens his arms then, to his Metacrisis and Rose both, really, if they can both manage to fit. Because hugging always helps, especially in times like this.

"Come here."

[huffpuffblonde]

She budges over, tugging the metacrisis with her and doesn't so much... hug him as forcefully drag him down onto the bed with them. Really, Handy's ribs are for the most part healed up, and so what if he ends up half-sprawled on them? They'll survive, through sheer force of will, at the physical contact. Berk.

"You two're nutters." She announced with a businesslike nod.

[but_you_made_me]

His ribs were kinda healed, Rose. Kinda. But he only grunts as the extra weight was sprawled over him, shifting a little to get the worst of the pressure off the worst of the bruising....and then he settled in, a content little smile on his face because being so close to the both of them? It was worth whatever it took to get them there.

Even if it involved him getting choked and bodily slammed into the jumpseat.

"You're never allowed to grab my throat again. Just so we're clear on that."