The Doctor had barely slept. That in itself wasn't unusual for a timelord. They require much less sleep than humans. But last night, he'd had a good reason for wanting to stay awake for as long as possible.
Last night, he had Rose. Just him.
Slowly, he broke himself out of the trance he realized he was in. The Doctor looked up towards the windows of Rose's bedroom. Daylight was curling its way into the sky. He realized that this meant he would have to leave Rose's side soon. Before anyone could find them like this.
With that, memories of last night slammed into his mind.
The way it felt to peel Rose's pyjamas off. Have her writhing and panting beneath him. Then pulling himself up to look into her eyes. It was what he found in her eyes that lifted the lust induced fog from his brain. In her eyes he'd found regret. Regret of what they were doing. Regret of being married to another man when she was there with him. He felt his hearts crack. Just a little.
He wouldn't, he couldn't, do this to her. She loved John. She chose John. She married John.
The Doctor pulled away. A feeble cry rose from Rose. He moved to a safe distance.Rose pulled the bed sheet to cover herself. Gently and with regret lacing his voice, he explained that this was wrong. She was married and he was another species. With one last tender regretful kiss, he left.
The Doctor got dressed and then made his way to the TARDIS. He should put some distance between them and get back to the problem at hand.
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Clash Of The Doctors.
Science FictionThe story of what happens when the Doctor comes face to face with his biggest nightmare. The Daleks, being trapped and his Rose being in love with another man. The Doctor must fight just to stay sane as the odds seem high up against him. He will ove...
