A Week, A Year
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loracarolSpoilers: for the Eleventh Doctor’s run on TV
Summary: Tony reflects on the one week left alone in Hawai'i, that turned into the one year with a madman in a blue box, and his two companions.
Author's Notes: I hate my life. I hate my muse who keeps giving me Doctor Who/NCIS plunnies while ignoring the fact that I need to finish my YJ stories. I hate that I'm sick. I hate that there's no sun. I hate that my roommate wants the windows open AT ALL TIMES. (It gets cold here!) I hate that I miss my friends while I'm here in college, and they're not here. I miss them, and wish there was a Doctor to whisk me away, right now. I will also stop being so damn emo as soon as I'm over this cold. I swear, it brings out the worst in me.
To Tony, the problem was simple; Matt Smith was good. Really, really good at portraying the Doctor- his Doctor… And really, Karen Gillian and Arthur Darvill were absolutely amazing at playing Amy and Rory, but that was all it was.
Playing.
They weren’t really his Doctor, his Amy, his Rory. They were actors, facsimiles, fakes. The show was stupid in all that it was perfect, it showed Tony what had happened to his friends, to the people he had given all of a year and only a week. Amy, Rory, River, the Doctor… He had met River at one point, had he realized then who or what she was?
No.
And he hadn’t found out from his friends, he had found out from a TV show that may or may not even be accurate.
And hearing McGee jabbering on and on about it was just starting to get annoying. Especially when he would argue with Abby about which Doctor was “better”. Tony wanted to take them both and smack their heads together- he was the same guy throughout all regenerations. Sure, he was a little different each time, but so what?
Then he’d have to explain that he’d met the Doctor, and traveled with the TARDIS, and they probably would think he was mad, but really. It was the best time he’d ever spent “a week in Maui”, left alone by his father. No one had missed him, and Tony would have continued traveling with the mad man in the crazy box if the Doctor hadn’t noticed that Tony was growing up, and if they kept going, people were definitely going to notice an older Tony after only a week in Hawai’i.
Tony had tried to argue that no-one would miss him, but the Doctor did that thing where he looked Tony in the eye, and spoke with all the respect of one friend to another, age difference be damned, that there would be people in Tony’s future who would be worse off by not knowing him.
Sometimes he wondered if the Doctor was lying to him- ‘the Doctor always lies’ he had heard once. As he went through school, he tried to see it, as he moved to college, he tried to see it, working at Baltimore PD, he tried to see it…. It wasn’t until he started working for NCIS that he began to understand, just a little. Then Kate died, and he wondered if he could have stopped it, if he would have known if he had kept going with the Doctor.
He cared for his team, through thick and thin, and through everything he could. Seeing them hale, healthy and whole became his goal in life, what he wanted more than anything.
But, if the Doctor- his Doctor came back, and offered him a ride in his magical box, offered to take him through time, through space, visiting new worlds… Well, Tony always knew what he would do.
The door opened, and Tony, smiling, stepped inside.
Summary: Tony reflects on the one week left alone in Hawai'i, that turned into the one year with a madman in a blue box, and his two companions.
Author's Notes: I hate my life. I hate my muse who keeps giving me Doctor Who/NCIS plunnies while ignoring the fact that I need to finish my YJ stories. I hate that I'm sick. I hate that there's no sun. I hate that my roommate wants the windows open AT ALL TIMES. (It gets cold here!) I hate that I miss my friends while I'm here in college, and they're not here. I miss them, and wish there was a Doctor to whisk me away, right now. I will also stop being so damn emo as soon as I'm over this cold. I swear, it brings out the worst in me.
To Tony, the problem was simple; Matt Smith was good. Really, really good at portraying the Doctor- his Doctor… And really, Karen Gillian and Arthur Darvill were absolutely amazing at playing Amy and Rory, but that was all it was.
Playing.
They weren’t really his Doctor, his Amy, his Rory. They were actors, facsimiles, fakes. The show was stupid in all that it was perfect, it showed Tony what had happened to his friends, to the people he had given all of a year and only a week. Amy, Rory, River, the Doctor… He had met River at one point, had he realized then who or what she was?
No.
And he hadn’t found out from his friends, he had found out from a TV show that may or may not even be accurate.
And hearing McGee jabbering on and on about it was just starting to get annoying. Especially when he would argue with Abby about which Doctor was “better”. Tony wanted to take them both and smack their heads together- he was the same guy throughout all regenerations. Sure, he was a little different each time, but so what?
Then he’d have to explain that he’d met the Doctor, and traveled with the TARDIS, and they probably would think he was mad, but really. It was the best time he’d ever spent “a week in Maui”, left alone by his father. No one had missed him, and Tony would have continued traveling with the mad man in the crazy box if the Doctor hadn’t noticed that Tony was growing up, and if they kept going, people were definitely going to notice an older Tony after only a week in Hawai’i.
Tony had tried to argue that no-one would miss him, but the Doctor did that thing where he looked Tony in the eye, and spoke with all the respect of one friend to another, age difference be damned, that there would be people in Tony’s future who would be worse off by not knowing him.
Sometimes he wondered if the Doctor was lying to him- ‘the Doctor always lies’ he had heard once. As he went through school, he tried to see it, as he moved to college, he tried to see it, working at Baltimore PD, he tried to see it…. It wasn’t until he started working for NCIS that he began to understand, just a little. Then Kate died, and he wondered if he could have stopped it, if he would have known if he had kept going with the Doctor.
He cared for his team, through thick and thin, and through everything he could. Seeing them hale, healthy and whole became his goal in life, what he wanted more than anything.
But, if the Doctor- his Doctor came back, and offered him a ride in his magical box, offered to take him through time, through space, visiting new worlds… Well, Tony always knew what he would do.
The door opened, and Tony, smiling, stepped inside.
