InsaneJournal

Who: Meta-Crisis Doctor and OPEN
What: When in a new city, what's the first thing anyone would do but explore?
When: Afternoon
Where: Streets
Rating: TBD
Status: Complete



He watched the information scroll past, eyes moving over the words that he did and didn't want to see. The fledgling urge to step in and silence them to explain matters to Rose himself was squashed, no more able to stop the flow of matters than he could halt the progression of Time itself. Well, to be honest, he was probably more likely to be able to do the second. Eventually. Starting from zero so to speak was a pain at times.

Paging down through the comments of the others, a bit of a grin surfaced at seeing Donna. Too much was going on, emotions running too high for him to say to her what he wanted. There would be time for that later. He was pleased to see her although he doubted she was still 'Doctor Donna'. There were reasons there weren't any human Time Lords. Even then he had thought about saying something to her, warning her. He had to wonder what he, or rather his other self, had done so that she didn't appear to be on the edge of combusting mentally. Maybe he would ask later. Maybe not.

It was Rose's replies that drew his attention.

"But he's not you."
"He needs you. That's very me."

There were times that it left life lacking to be nothing more than a replacement. It wasn't that he didn't love Rose. He did. It was simply that he was the Doctor, and he was being viewed as nothing more than a doll put in the other's place.

"Jealousy. Right."

It was so very annoying to have one part of him diagnosing the other. Brought a whole new meaning to being of two minds on a subject. The more it happened, the more he had to wonder if it were possible that a brand of insanity wasn't setting in. Then again, if it weren't considered being a little on the mad side to be jealous of one's self because one wasn't one's self, then he might very well be. Or something like that. In other words, while the human half cried out 'Tally-ho!' and readied to charge into battle for his (their) woman, the Time Lord half vapourized the human half's horse and left him sitting on the ground wondering what just happened while being lectured about needing to think things through. Eventually, his human half might wise up and start carrying a taser, the long-distant sort that the Time Lord wouldn't be expecting.

Maybe in time he would develop a split-personality. Now that would be interesting and potentially dangerous, but really interesting on the whole.

Back to the original subject.

"Next time there's a instantaneous biological meta-crisis, maybe I should make sure that the other DNA donor doesn't have self-esteem problems," he said to himself as he tapped in a few replies. The occasional glance was taken upwards to make sure he didn't run into anyone. Occasional. It was just being polite. If someone missed the fact there was a nearly six foot tall person in front of them with hair like a rooster, that wasn't his fault, was it?