war veteran!reader specific. Starts out very serious and ends on a somewhat silly note because we’ve been too angsty here lately. This is a little sloppy because I wrote it in about ten minutes, but I was in the mood for speed-writing so this is what you get.
If the Doctor had ever asked you, you would have proudly told him that, yes, you had served. You were a soldier. You were one of those people who he sneered at because they held guns and took orders. You would have shoved your service record in his smug face when he acted like not using a gun or disliking salutes made him so morally superior. But he didn’t ask, so you didn’t say anything. You just waited for him to notice, and you knew the look on his face when he found out was going to be worth however long your silence lasted.
That said, the fact that the Doctor didn’t know about your military background was the only thing keeping you from slapping him. Both of him.
Well, there were three of him, at the moment. A future him and a past him. The future him, Eleven, was actually being less irksome than the present him, but they were both being rather difficult. And that was all because of the past him.
His past self, the Warrior, was achingly familiar to you. You liked him, too, as much as you liked every other version of him. And, as brusque as he acted, you had caught him shyly staring at you when he seemed to think you weren’t looking. They called him the Warrior, but all you saw was a man who just wanted the fighting to end.
And the Doctors were acting like it was all his fault. Their behavior wasn’t as surprising as it would have been if you didn’t already have the gist of their dynamic as different versions of the same man, but, oh, the anger you felt blindsided you. You hadn’t expected to feel like this, like there was fire in your chest, just because one Doctor sneered so derisively at another. But the anger was there, and you had to focus mainly on breathing evenly and not slapping either of the Doctors.
That got a little more difficult when you were all confined within a small space.
It wasn’t the easiest, happiest, and smoothest 2000 days but through all those bumps and humps on the road, through thick and thin, through joy and sorrow, through boisterous laughter and clenched jaws, the boys stayed in the group because they know, we all know, they are better together.
The boys, talented and resilient and resolute and vulnerable and strong, have now turned into beautiful men right in front of our eyes.
How time has certainly passed.
Happy 2000 days BAP.
Happy 2000 days, Babyz.
Looking forward to much, much more. :)