#pinkyellowwolf

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Her body was still, cold and limp. As if she was there since last night. Her eyes empty as it seemed clear to anyone else that had walked in as her simply being dead. No pulse, no sign of breathing and eyes never blinking or watering.

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He looked down long and hard at the key she had placed in his hand moments before looking back at to the being who had put it there. 

“are you interested in the rare books?” jessica asked with a smile. this young woman had been in the store for a while now, wandering around among the shelves and looking utterly lost in thought, and while part of her worried about misconduct, she genuinely wanted to help.

she wore khaki slacks and a blue polo shirt with a namebadge over her heart that read, in bold print, ‘JESS’. beside the badge were two ribbons: one in rainbow, the other the blue, pink, and white of the trans flag. 

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At her words the Doctor felt his chest both swell and tighten as his two hearts each had their own reaction. As she continued on to tease him his lips parted and he gaped at her in wonder. He had been afraid these last few weeks, afraid that he would never truly get her back, that she would never see him the same. And well, she shouldn’t.... but she should.

He wasn’t the same. In so many ways he was different. He was different in the way he fussed with his hair and his appearance in general. In the way his voice changed when he got excited. It was different when he grabbed her hand and dragged her off to show her the universe rather than simply waving an arm out and showing her the way. 

He was the same. In so many ways he was the same. He still said her name as if it were a prayer, his last hope to be the man he had once promised himself he would be. His brow still furrowed and he still muttered and cursed to himself when he worked on the TARDIS. He was still that same man hungry for adventure as he had always been before. 

But she could see it now. The difference and the same. He could tell, she could see it. Just a little. She no longer feared him. She no longer looked at him as if he was a stranger. Those beautiful gold-brown eyes looked at him and saw him, the him that had always loved her. The him that was born for her. But she also saw the other him, the him that had saved her and who she had saved in the same breath. 

Squeezing her hand tightly in his, as if to remind himself that she said she wasn’t letting go, he finally grinned and let their hands swing between them. “New me. New loves and hates. Still getting it all figured out. This me loves human contact. Welllllll at least one specific human.”

“let me help you.” pointedly ignoring the warning, the doctor moved forward, her gaze on rose and only rose. bad wolf. the time vortex. part of the same power that she had ran from all of her life. in the person she used to love. the person who saved her after the time war.

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