Some days, I forget he’s here. I dream I’m working on the Dimension Cannon with Torchwood and he hasn’t dropped into my life. I find the Doctor and things are right. They’re as they should be. The Doctor with Rose Tyler in the TARDIS, as it should be. 

…Then I wake up and he’s there next to me in the bed or he’s destroying some appliance he’s stolen from my neighbor and he’s my only hope to get back to the Doctor. The bloody Master. Not that I’ll ever call him that. He’s dreaming if he thinks I will. Ponce, git, you. Whatever I call him, it’s not Master and someday I will get back to the Doctor. I will. I swear this to myself. And he’ll forgive me for…everything I’ve done since the Master’s arrived. He will. Because he loves me. I just know it.

If only I wasn’t having to wake up to a muddled mind and a Time Lord I don’t trust but can’t help being drawn toward every morning. 

I roll over in bed and he's there…

sasukeoftherebellion  asked:

Oh, I take back everything I said about future you. Or not, he's still dreadfully boring actually, but BRAVO! Really Doctor, I'm in tears. To think I knew you when you were young, with diamonds in your eyes, swearing to the heavens you'd never harm an innocent life. I mean, you were lying through your teeth then but THIS. This should be celebrated, the day the Doctor stopped pretending to have his made up morals.

I like how I’m being lectured by people who weren’t even there. None of you know the circumstances of what happened… Do you honestly think I would have done it if I were given a choice!?