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The Tenth Doctor (lonely_god) wrote in silverage,

He paused in his work at Donna's scolding, raised his head and looked past her at the woman who was waiting on the jump seat. His expression was haunted, full of fear not of the years behind him but of the years ahead. It occurred to him to say that he was sorry, and he started to, but the words caught in his throat. Donna was right, she was always right, so why couldn't he say the words?

"That button over there." He pointed with a shakey hand at the button he meant. "Push it down and hold it when I say." If he tried his usual style of piloting, arms and legs akimbo, he was likely to fall and not be able to get back up. Fortunately, most of the controls he needed were all concentrated in one place. There was only that one button he couldn't reach ...

Oh, but he was being an old fool. An old, selfish fool. That poor woman--Amy, that was her name--didn't deserve to be shoved aside like unwanted baggage when she clearly cared enough about the next him to cry for the current him. Eyes averted in shame, the Doctor called, "Amy, wasn't it? Is that short for Amelia? Lovely name, Amelia. Anyway, Amy, it seems I need a bit more help than I thought. Balance is completely shot, you see. I don't suppose you'd do us a favor and press that button there when I ask?" He didn't need her to--the button did absolutely nothing when the TARDIS was in flight--but it was the nearest to an apology he could manage at the moment.