#hrrrngh

Been thinkin about making a Warlock account.....

I already run both Adam here and Beelzebub over at @former-prince-of-hell, so I'm not sure if I should also make a Warlock, but he's also one of my favorite Silly Little Guys. He's got such potential. (Aka this is me praying to our Lord and Saviour Neil Gaiman to bring him back for season three)

So I'm going to make a poll. (Fair warning, I may jump the gun on the poll if the answers are proving heavy in one direction or the other. I'm impatient.)

W was not the type to panic. W was not the sort of person who found herself hard to understand. W was always in control, even when it seemed like everything was blowing up in front of her. W was ten steps ahead in every situation, including the ones she had no way of knowing would occur.

W...had no way to express just how pear-shaped things had gone. If people thought she was crazy before, well, she certainly knew she was at this point. There wasn’t any other explanation for the way she felt, sitting at the assistant’s desk of the Doctor’s office, watching him (sometimes out of the corner of her eye, sometimes staring directly at him) go about his day while occasionally making herself useful, not that that seemed to be a requirement to be the Doctor’s assistant for a day. For nearly a month, though, and starting almost immediately after she arrived at Rhodes Island? No, there was a reason for it, and when she finally got him alone for a minute, she’d...She’d...She’d had him all to herself for nearly a month now, and she’d gone absolutely nothing about it. There was definitely a disconnect somewhere.

It probably had something to do with the coat. The coat was, honestly, the only thing the old Doctor and this new “Doctor” (if they were even the same person) really had in common. She’d never seen the old Doctor’s face, after all, so for all she knew, this person wasn’t even the old Doctor in any way, shape, or form, but the wear on the jacket and the way it seemed tailor-made for them was enough evidence to make her doubt it was a full-on bait-and-switch. Anyone who’d known the old Doctor would know what she was talking about; that guy was a real piece of work - and, let’s not forget, a monarch-murderer, that son of a motherfucking bitch-ass mouth-breathing... - whereas this “Doctor” couldn’t be better if he literally went around kissing babies. Okay, maybe not that way, because that’s weird, but he seemed like the kind of guy who would if that would somehow help one of his Operators. Hell, he’d moved heaven and earth to get W through Medical, Personnel, Customs, Security, even Engineering (something about her explosives and construction that defied rules of warfare or something), all so he could post her up in this office with him 85% of her work-hours and letting her go blow shit up for the other 15% to let out her repressed...whatever these feelings were?

Wait, no, it couldn’t be. No, if...If she was falling in love with the Doctor, then what would happen if the old version of him ever resurfaced? I mean, she’d have to kill him if that happened, because it’s the only way for justice to be served, but then what’d be the plan? Leave Rhodes Island? And go where? And even if killing the old Doctor would be the just thing, that would mean killing this one, too, and besides, it’s not like the world would start being more just after both of the Doctor were dead. Hmm. No, she’d still do it, because now she was pissed she was even having to think like this. Or would she? Nah, probably not, no way she’d have to, but none of this actually answered her question!

Anyway! So, how did she feel about the new Doctor, then? Well, it’s hard not to spend this kind of time with someone and not catch some kind of emotional attachment - for example, if anything happened to Amiya, W would be a little sad - but if something happened to the Doctor she would run to the engine room, throw all her bombs at it, and take everyone in this goddamn stupid whalebone airship with her, so help her Theresa-

Oh shit she had it baaaaad.

Well, forehead, what was she gonna do about it? All this was proving she was falling or had fallen for him already, so what was stopping her? Hmm? What, was she scared someone else would take him from her? She’d been running the numbers, and no other woman spent even close to the amount of time she did with him, and the numbers for the men (just in case) weren’t any better. No, if she wanted him, he was hers, and she definitely wanted him, so...Why weren’t they together, again?

Oh yeah, because she hated his guts. But no, she didn’t hate his guts, she hated his uniform. Actually, that was a plan! Get him into some different clothes, and THEN confess to him! Perfect! Except, even though she’d now seen his face enough times to dream about kissing it under the sparkling starlight and fireworks of their everburning passion for each other, the Doctor’s existence was still completely tied into that damn coat, so there was no way of knowing if these feelings would stay unless-

“Hey, W?” The Doctor was tapping her forehead. “Doing okay? You’ve been spaced out pretty hard for the past twenty minutes.”

“Twenty minutes? No way.” She legitimately couldn’t believe that number.

He smiled. “No, I’ve been timing it. Usually you’ll stare into nothing for a minute or two, but you must be pretty focused on something to stay out this long. Any chance I can help?”

“...You can for once, if you want to.” Having stunned him, the Sarkaz went for the real test. “Take off your jacket for me.” There was no way in hell he’d actually-

“Sure.” The Doctor, rather than try to unzip it, pulled it over his head, momentarily revealing some solid abs as his solid black undershirt rode up. Hmm. Why’d she always think he’d be more squishy?

W looked him in the eye, and yep, even without the hood on, the feelings of desire and goodwill remained. Wild. She tilted from side to side to catch him at different angles, but that didn’t seem to change anything, either. When she’d gathered all the information she wanted to, she sighed. “Damnt, damnit, damnit, damnit. It’s unavoidable, Doctor; you ought to have me locked up and the key buried somewhere far out of reach.”

“Oh?” He leaned in a little closer. “And why’s that?”

She gave him a lopsided grin. “Because I’m more mad about you than I am mad at you, and who knows how fast that’s gonna change.”

“Fair enough. And if I don’t mind because I’d already planned for having to deal with you betraying me in the final stages of my plan to save the world?” He slow-blinked to highlight his complete lack of innocence in the tactical thought put into that statement.

“Then you’re almost as big a fool as me.” W closed the gap to a mere centimeter. “At least you forgot we were enemies once; I fell in love knowing full well who you were...It’s just not who you are anymore.”

His arms slid around her back. “Au contraire, because I fell for you while you were working with Reunion. Anything else to get off your chest, besides the clothes covering it?”

“Nope~”

“In that case.” The one-centimeter gap disintegrated in the tiniest movement, but that was all it took to awaken the beasts within. “...Patience, what a sin you were.”