An overflow of guilt

[nevermindtherunning]

Who: the Doctor, Mina
When: Day 104
Where: Mina's house
What: Feeling useless and full of guilt, the Doctor thinks he doesn't need anyone.
Warning: Will update when need to.


The Doctor had spent the entire previous day with Donna, concerned for her safety, and determined to do anything for her after a far too eventful day of near drowning with the sea monster. "The king of Sea Devils..." He commented, although the actual Sea Devils didn't have tentacles and were related to creatures that inhabited the earth long before humans, but that was a story for another time.

Around noon, Donna seemed to be perking back up and moving about and convinced him to go home to sleep some, but he wasn't tired. He was plain simply loaded with guilt and one of very few occasions, felt his age. Ancient, horribly unclever, and useless.

Sitting on the porch step of his house, he watched his worn brown suit blow in the wind as it dried. Clad in trousers and a clean button down shirt he hadn't bothered to button all the way, he finally slipped on his trainers and rummaged through his stuff, making a small pile of items that belonged to Mina - a couple books, another shirt he had meant to return, and a mug.

When evening came and the house became dark, he found his way to Mina's and knocked on her door. When she answered, he cleared his throat, "I have some stuff to return."

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[nevermindtherunning]

"True." He happened to agree with her, "But I thought it even before I shared a bed with you. Even back in the church when you kissed me and I hadn't a clue what you were doing, well, not that you were planning anything, I thought it."

Mina should recognize this was hard for him. He's already said more to her about himself than any of his previous companions, including Rose. Perhaps it was the domestic part of him being stuck.

"Don't doubt yourself."

[primogen_vampirate]

She smiled absently, winding her fingers up in his hair. Mina, of course, did not particularly agree with his assessment. But she didn't want to turn it into an argument. There was something about beautiful girls who denied their looks simply because they wanted compliments that irritated Mina. Certainly, she didn't want to sound like one of them.

Although she certainly didn't think she was one.

"I rarely doubt myself," she replied. "That's why I always make such stupid and foolhardy decisions." There was a smile accompanying that. As delicate as she knew her ego was, she could joke about it.

Her fingers trailed down the side of his face. "You're an extraordinary man, you know."

[nevermindtherunning]

"Mm, yup!" Always the subtle one, he grins while staying pressed up against her, completely content.

It had been a long time since he had been this intimate with someone, and remaining so close to Mina felt both foreign, unsettling, and peaceful all at the same time and not necessarily in that order. "Can we... just stay like this for a little longer?" He wasn't tired, despite closing his eyes. It was perhaps the first time since his manic episode and nearly destroying the town that he felt at ease, and a rare moment where he didn't feel the need to run.

[primogen_vampirate]

The cells of Mina's skin were vibrating. The signal of a new day. The sun was starting to rise.

She closed her eyes, tucking her head under his chin. "As long as you like," she told him, pressing a kiss against his chest with the side of her mouth. "Just don't do anything clever with my hair when I fall asleep."

[nevermindtherunning]

"Just you wait. In the 1980s, Mohawks were quite the thing for women." He teased, easing up as she drifted off to sleep.

Perhaps it should be weird that she was, for all intents and purposes, dead next to him when the sun rose, but he had grown used to it the few times he had stayed for this or watched her fall asleep. She looked content, which most likely made the situation easier on him.

"Sleep well."