Weekly Drabble Challenge Response: Self Envy
Title: Self Envy
Author: Tess/mihane_echo
Rating: Rated E for everyone
Word Count: 265
Spoilers: Through 4.13 Journey's End
Summary: Sometimes thought he would be consumed by it.
Disclaimer: If you recognize it, it belongs to the Beeb and I'm borrowing it to play with. I promise I will return them (marginally) unharmed. ;3
Author's Note: Written for Weekly Drabble Challenge #1 at doctor_donna. Prompt was envious.
He hated this human heart. He felt everything now, all those stupid little human emotions niggling in his chest and in his mind. Even being part-Time Lord didn't help him shove it all away: the impatience, the impulsiveness, passion and compassion, desire and envy. Oh, he despised that last one. He had never really been jealous before, but now he sometimes thought he would be consumed by it.
Because of Rose. The natural feeling he had once had with her was gone, replaced by something unfamiliar and forced. He understood why, of course, but it gnawed at him just the same. He was the Doctor; he was! Why couldn't Rose see that? Why did she still have eyes for the other one, the "original" one, even after so long?
The original! As though he were a spare. He resented that so much. He was a person as much as the other Doctor, complete and all his own. And a little bit of extra spice thrown in, he fancied. He was mouthier, to be sure.
He missed his mouthy Donna. Maybe if she was here, she could help ground him as she always had, soothe away his worries and insecurities. But she wasn't. She was a universe away, adventuring with another him.
He had been denied Donna. And he may've been given to Rose, but she wasn't his. The other Doctor, the original, he had everything.
He had the TARDIS. He had Donna and Rose.
Even as he lay next to Rose, her back turned to him as she slept, the second Doctor envied the other.
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Author: Tess/mihane_echo
Rating: Rated E for everyone
Word Count: 265
Spoilers: Through 4.13 Journey's End
Summary: Sometimes thought he would be consumed by it.
Disclaimer: If you recognize it, it belongs to the Beeb and I'm borrowing it to play with. I promise I will return them (marginally) unharmed. ;3
Author's Note: Written for Weekly Drabble Challenge #1 at doctor_donna. Prompt was envious.
He hated this human heart. He felt everything now, all those stupid little human emotions niggling in his chest and in his mind. Even being part-Time Lord didn't help him shove it all away: the impatience, the impulsiveness, passion and compassion, desire and envy. Oh, he despised that last one. He had never really been jealous before, but now he sometimes thought he would be consumed by it.
Because of Rose. The natural feeling he had once had with her was gone, replaced by something unfamiliar and forced. He understood why, of course, but it gnawed at him just the same. He was the Doctor; he was! Why couldn't Rose see that? Why did she still have eyes for the other one, the "original" one, even after so long?
The original! As though he were a spare. He resented that so much. He was a person as much as the other Doctor, complete and all his own. And a little bit of extra spice thrown in, he fancied. He was mouthier, to be sure.
He missed his mouthy Donna. Maybe if she was here, she could help ground him as she always had, soothe away his worries and insecurities. But she wasn't. She was a universe away, adventuring with another him.
He had been denied Donna. And he may've been given to Rose, but she wasn't his. The other Doctor, the original, he had everything.
He had the TARDIS. He had Donna and Rose.
Even as he lay next to Rose, her back turned to him as she slept, the second Doctor envied the other.
end