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On Your Doorstep

On Your Doorstep
They ended up on your doorstep, quite literally. Bloody, possibly. Bruised, most definitely, though the wounds may be mental. You probably don't know them from Adam, yet you couldn't find it in you to turn them away - whether they wanted you to or not. So you opened up your home, just for a little while.
But it's getting to be more than a little while. Both of you are finding a comfort zone, because you didn't simply open up your home. Admit it or don't, but you've opened up your heart all the same.
Their's is slowly following, if its reluctant at all.
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"The hardest part is letting go," Malcolm says nodded, "your heart doesn't want to but your brain knows you should."
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Malcolm turns into the touch gently. "You never answered my question. What were you doing in the garden?"
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"You didn't try to fix my toaster again did you," Malcolm asks, "it exploded the last time."
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"Good," Malcolm says with a chuckle, "I never want to clean up a mess like that again."
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"After I asked twice and promised to go on a trip with you," Malcolm replies sounding slightly sassy.
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"Better," he says, "I think I could stand getting up and moving if you don't mind my leaning on you a bit," he says.
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Malcolm winces once or twice but other than that he doesn't give any outside sign of pain. "Thank god for healing."
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"Sleep with me," Malcolm asks softly, "not sex but just sleep. I need someone who cares tonight."
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Malcolm relaxes as he feels the Doctor join him. "Thank you," he says his voice heavy with sadness.
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Malcolm didn't talk about his own Doctor much for a reason. Their parting while somewhat the same had been painful and for centuries Malcolm had loathed the Time Lord even lashing out at Harrison for simply being one. But he'd made his peace with that pain and clung hard to the Doctor now loving him with all he had.
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"Promise," Malcolm said starting to drift off, "I hate it when you leave me."
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Malcolm won't remember what he asked the Doctor for in the morning. He so rarely does but in his more unguarded moments he asks anyway because it soothes him and he needs to know.
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sorry about the icon >.<
Re: sorry about the icon >.<
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