An Abundance Of Oneshots

Jealousy (10) p.2

Request: Deviant_and_Proud

Warnings: angst!!! Fluff! Yay!!!

Notes: Part two! Also, do y'all want summaries for these, or is it better to be left in suspense? I try to give hints with my titles but I can write summaries. (also same as last time with the name placeholders)

"Doctor."

No reply.

"Doctor."

Nothing. The worst part was, you didn't even know what you'd done wrong.

You'd followed him back to the TARDIS after the party, and even then, he'd been strangely quiet. Asking what was wrong got you nowhere. You'd decided to wait him out, give him some time, but hours became days became a week and he still wasn't talking. Wasn't talking to you. The drifting in space was peaceful, you didn't mind that, the problem was how lonely it was to have him right there and just out of reach.

Maybe it was something at the party. You'd racked your brains for days, going over every detail. That wonderful dance (did you step on his toes? Were you a bad dancer?), the chocolate fountain (was he allergic to chocolate? Did he even have allergies? Could Time Lords be allergic to foodstuffs? Important information to have, check up on that). The only oddity you could pin down was when the drinks spilled and he fled. That was odd. He'd had the strangest look, too, not the mask he was wearing now, it was... It was...

Weird. Definitely weird. Unsettling, and uncomfortable, and weird. It left you with one question, a question buzzing in your head like a swarm of bees and restricting your breathing with worry.

What had happened? What had happened to your Doctor?

•••

He'd panicked.

The Doctor sighed, lost in thought, staring at a bit of the console. A week later and he was still lost. He'd panicked. It wasn't fair to you, to feel this way, like he wanted to throw A/f/n into a wall for touching you. Especially without permission.

He wanted to protect you.

But you'd been... Fine. You laughed. And he stopped up so short that the waiter had bumped into him and then... Well. He couldn't breathe. He'd had to get out.

How had he been such a fool?

Now he was gearing up to ask a question, one of the hardest of his long, long life. A question he should have asked ages ago. Before the risk was as high as it was now, now you could kill him with the wrong answer.

And still, because he loved you, he had to ask.

And it had to be now, before he lost his nerve.

He looked up.

There you were, watching him right back, and he couldn't help but memorize you. You were burned into him. He would never be free, even if... Well, he didn't want to be free of you, anyway. Ever.

And, for one of the first times since the party, he spoke.

•••

You were waiting for him to talk, waiting for ages, but when he did, what he said was so very far from what you'd been expecting.

"I could take you home."

For a full ten seconds -- count, it's longer than you think -- you couldn't move or think or breathe. It was like he'd hit you in the face with a frying pan and this was the comedic moment before you hit the floor when you stand there with your mouth open and everything is frozen.

Home? You were already home. The TARDIS was home. Your old home? You never thought you'd go back there, why would you go back there? You'd said your goodbyes, why? What did he mean? You couldn't, wouldn't, understand it.

"I..." Whose voice was that? It certainly wasn't yours. It squeaked. You cleared your throat and tried again. "I don't understand."

"This..." He sighed, tugging his hair, making your fingers twitch at your sides because you wanted to fix it. You'd done it before. It was one of the little gestures that felt so natural now, with him. He made you comfortable. You weren't comfortable now. "You..." He tried again.

And that's when you realized what was happening. Comedic moment over, time to hit the floor. He was kicking you out.

No.

"Doctor did, did I do something wrong?" The floodgates opened. "Because I can fix it. I hope I can fix it. If you just tell me, I can try, because I want, I mean, I can try to fix it, whatever I did, if you just, if you tell me, I'll, I don't-"

Good Lord, pull yourself together, but you were drowning now.

When did you move? You were no longer on the other side of the console, now you were standing right in front of him, desperately clutching his blue sleeves. "Just please give me another chance, please, please-"

"Y/n."

Your turn not to listen. "-because I don't want to go home, Doctor, I don't, I really-"

"Y/n."

"-want to stay here with you because I lo-"

"Y/n, breathe."

There he was. The Doctor you'd been missing. There he was, holding your shoulders, pulling you into a hug to rub circles between your shoulder blades. "You need to breathe, Y/n. That's it. Breathe."

You hadn't even realized you'd started crying until you were calming down with your face buried in his shoulder.

"Y/n," he started softly. He said your name like it was a prayer, something that only made you fall harder for him every time he did it, something that wouldn't stop the hurt if he kicked you out.

"Y/n, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry."

"Please don't make me leave," you whispered to his coat. Please don't make me leave you.

"I... I would never do that, Y/n."

You pulled away. Couldn't help it. You were confused now, why had he acted so... And then asked about... What?

"Really?"

"Really. I never wanted to scare you, Y/n, I only wanted to, I mean..." He wouldn't look at you, stuffing his hands in his pockets and looking up at the ceiling and you were gonna slap him if he didn't stop this emotional rollercoaster and let you off. "It's dangerous, travel with me."

Seriously? You'd had this discussion. You quickly wiped the tears off your cheeks and scoffed. "We went over that, day one."

"More dangerous because I... You see, Y/n, I'm... It's more dangerous for you, than the others I told you about, because you... I'm..."

You make me dangerous, he wanted to say. For you, I would do terrible things. You are important, and I have enemies, and they will try to use you against me, and what I would become for you should scare you, it scares me, I am scared of what I would become.

Somehow, he managed to say all that with a handful of words, knowing you could leave and destroy him. He said it all and more. He said the thing he swore to keep secret.

You listened, smiling.

And you soothed his fears, every last one of them, uncountable as the stars, with a kiss that could out-burn the sun.

"I love you too, you daft Time Lord."

This took so long my sins are endless but I hope it was good!!!! I'm a lil worried it wasn't what you wanted and also I keep adding the panic comfort hsnsmskshs it's probably because I panic so much that that's where my brain goes. If anything's not right I'll fix it. Also if there are any words like *this* it's because I write on a different platform, copy everything to Wattpad, and format it, so that's italics and I can fix it if I missed it.
Also I wrote this at night fueled by writing juice which is another reason I'm worried about quality. :/
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OH AND I'M OUT OF REQUESTS NOW