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Seven Year Ache- 10th doctor x timelord! reader

Decided to write this using one of my favorite songs. I hope you love it as much as I do. <3 -A

You act like you were just born tonight

Face down in a memory but feeling all right

So, who does your past belong to today?

Baby, you don't say nothing when you're feeling this way.

The Doctor stood in silence once again, as he always did around this time.

It took everything in you not to walk over and beg him to tell you where his minds eye had taken him, what it was that made him so somber so suddenly.

But you knew it wasn’t your place to ask.

Sure you had known him for a few decades now, but that didn’t mean he was obliged to tell you everything.

Instead you watched as he stared downwards, mindlessly fiddling with a spinning component of the Tardis console.

You sometimes wondered if he felt like he was drowning, facedown in a memory, struggling to get out.

Still, you stood. Watching silently, until he let in a loud sigh and turned to wonder down the Tardis hallways.

Girls in the bars thinking who is this guy?

But they don't think nothing when they're telling you lies.

You look so careless when they're shooting that bull.

Don't you know heartaches are heroes when their pockets are full?

You sat at the bar, sipping an alien cocktail.

Watching across the room, you saw the Doctor, oh sweet, sweet innocent doctor, playing a game of pool with some scantily dressed alien women.

You watched as they made overly exaggerated moves to only touch the doctors chest, or his hand, or arm, or-

You watched as one women roughly tugged on his arm, causing him to miss the shot he had lined up. He turned to face her as she began to bat her eyelashes and speak softly. His eyes widened, whatever she told him must have been quite interesting. She led him to a small sofa, lightly pushing him to sit as she sat VERY, closely beside him. Her hand resting on his thigh suggestively. He, of course, noticed none of this. Too intrigued by whatever apparent lies she was feeding him.

He suddenly leant back, and laughed loudly. Placing a hand to her shoulder in a friendly manner. You felt a sting in your hearts. Why couldn’t that be you?

And everybody's talking but you don't hear a thing

You're still uptown on your downhill swing

The boulevard's empty, why don't you come around?

Baby, what is so great about sleeping downtown?

You stood dressed in pompous victorian fashioned clothing, watching the people scurry to and fro. You looked around, trying to find the doctor in the large crowd of bustling people.

Holding your drink closely, you began to push through the large obnoxious crowd looking for any sign of your Doctor. 

Across the grand ballroom, you saw him standing, talking with the heiress. One of his hands shoved in his suit pocket, seemly searching for something. You watched as he pulled out a small trinket of some sort, showing it off proudly, as the small crowd around him stood and watched in awe. You remembered when he used to be that excited to show you something, telling you to wait as he frantically searched for the item, before proudly showing it to you. Eyes full of what you thought to be love, you now considered that notion foolish.

Many hours after the party had concluded, the bad guy aliens stopped, and the band headed home, you walked out alone to the Tardis. She had parked herself by an old bookstore, a few blocks from the grand ballroom. You solemnly strolled down the empty cobblestone streets, hearing nothing other than the quiet clicking of your shoes. 

The doctor had wanted to stay to speak with a few guests, of course you had said it was fine. But now, as you walked alone, down foggy silent streets, your dress torn and in some places blood decored, you almost wished you had spoken your distain. 

You remember when he used to be so worried about you, fussing over even the smallest paper cut. Maybe it was selfish, but you just wanted to feel that love you thought you once had. 

As you approached the Tardis, your hand reaching for the door, you heard her quiet murmur of concern. 

“Don’t worry about me. I'll be okay.”

There's plenty of dives to be someone you're not

Just say you're looking for something you might have forgot

He stood by the two flight captains, his hands racing across the control keys.

You stood across the room, watching quietly as he told stories of the many ships he had piloted, and how he considered himself to be quite experienced. 

Your friend Captain Jack Harkness, walked in your direction.

Standing beside you he turned his eyes towards the doctor, before he spoke quietly.

“I know that look, what is it?” 

You shook your head, donning a small smile.

“Nothing J. Im fine.” 

He looked down, his expression going unnoticed to your distant eyes.

“Now you and I both know thats not true. You have to say something. If you don't, the issue might never be resolved.” 

You turned to look at him, only to see he was gone.

Don't bother calling to say you're leaving alone

'Cause there's a fool on every corner when you're trying to get home

You couldn’t do it anymore. You couldn’t sit and watch him laugh and talk to all those women. You knew he was just being friendly, but you thought after your conversation he’d understand.

You had taken Jack's advice, and told the Doctor how you felt. That you felt alone and neglected. He had frowned and pulled you into a hug, apologizing and wanting to make it up to you. 

He had taken you to the planet of love. 

Ironic.

You knew he meant well, and you did love the pink and purple clouds. 

Not to mention, the pink tinted rays of sun that coated the bright pastel world below.

But as you watched the women who were native to this planet, their hair flowing down past their ankles effortlessly, their dresses flowing gracefully, despite there being no wind near, and their glowing complexion and bright eyes, you felt inferior.

Sure, timelord women held a beauty of their own, but having possessed this for many years, it felt small and unimportant to these ethereal women.

Tell me you're trying to cure a seven-year ache

See what else your old heart can take.

He stood, regret cascading from him in waterfalls as he read the note you had left.

After speaking to the native women of the planet, he had the perfect first date idea, that is, if you shared his feelings.

But now, it was all deemed pointless. 

Looking down once more at the already tear stained page, he realized just how foolish he had been.

So determined he was, to be as impressive and as desirable as he could, it had only ruined it all.

You had left nothing but a note, stuck to the console with a small patch of tape.

Explaining that you just couldn’t stay. Seeing him with other women made you realize just how stupid your hope of your feelings returned were. You knew he deserved better than what you could offer, and you couldn’t bare the thought of holding him back from what he was seeking.  

He of course, knew it all was in vain. He had loved and adored you since he’d first seen you, wanting nothing more than to call you his. But his childish fear had let him lose you.

A sudden determination set across his features as he threw the paper to the ground, and began running around the console. Flipping switches and turning knobs.

He was going to get you back, and he was going to tell you everything he hadn’t before.

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I loved writing this, let me know if any of you would be interested in more 'song-fits' in the comments.

Thanks for stopping by- A.