Terminal Velocity
by Windchild (windchild2@hotmail.com)
The characters depicted herein are not my property. No copyright infringement is intended.
PG-13 rating
Summary- After meeting with Fitz in ESCAPE VELOCITY, the Doctor still isn't happy.
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The Doctor was staring at him from across the TARDIS control room. No, not staring. It was more of a harsh glare, such as Fitz had only previously known him to direct at the most vile of enemies. Fitz was pretty certain that no enemies were standing directly behind him, so the Doctor's glare was meant for Fitz himself.
He smiled weakly. "It's, uh, good to be back, right?"
"I suppose it depends on your viewpoint," the Doctor replied, quietly enough but with an edge to his voice. "For instance, your viewpoint and mine probably aren't very close to each other."
"No?" Fitz fidgeted and wished for a cigarette. "I don't know about that, I mean -"
The Doctor took a pace towards him. "Oh, I do know. After all, you thought I'd enjoy being left on my own for more than a century. Abandoned. With almost nothing, aside from the remains of the TARDIS. Well, nothing except for your miserable, pathetic note."
Fitz laughed nervously. "Real presumptuous of me, to think it could sustain you for a hundred years, huh?"
"Yes, Fitz. It rather was. But that wasn't the worst part of it all. You want to know what the worst part was?"
Fitz suddenly very much did not want to know, but found himself nodding jerkily.
"The worst part is, it DID sustain me. It did. For over one hundred years. And then I finally found you and got my answers, and no, they weren't worth what I endured. Those answers weren't worth one DAY of what I went through."
"Compassion said -" Fitz began.
"Take responsibility for your own actions, Fitz. Grow up. You could have stopped her. If you'd WANTED to."
"Not so easily," Fitz argued. "You know Compassion. I mean, you don't know her, exactly, only you did and maybe kind of somewhere still do so you see - "
"Shut up."
Fitz did.
After a moment of silence, the Doctor took one step towards Fitz. "Did you ever stop to think that I might be almighty fucked up after that?" He advanced another step. "And did you ever think that might be partly your fault?"
Fitz wasn't sure how to deal with this new, dangerous Doctor. Running didn't seem safe. Looking him in the eyes seemed even less so. He settled for shifting uncomfortably and staring at the floor.
One more step and the Doctor was upon him, advancing step by step and forcing Fitz to retreat at like speed. "You know," the Doctor said conversationally, "I fucked every Fitz who would have me, and each time I wondered if it was you. You claim to be my friend? You claim to LOVE me? Prove it."
Then the Doctor was upon him, tearing away his jacket, and there was a moment when Fitz could have fought back, maybe driven him off, at least tried to with some hope of success.
He closed his eyes and submitted.
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