Doctor Who: free
An introspective look at his life after being unfobwatched from Jamie Thomas Setter. Based off of an rp co-written with 
deadsies.
free
ship: Jamie/Johnny
warnings: introspective, mental instability, pg-13.
They're always watching him with concerned, worried eyes. Even the infant is in on it, he's fairly sure. Marilyn, a presumptious name for a child so young. He called her Mary all of one time and was quietly admonished; he'd never called her by anything other than 'the baby' since then. How dare she be more real than him? He wanted to strangle her when she cried, and that had been when he'd began to shut down completely. It wasn't okay to feel those feelings.
One of them knew, the one that looked like the faker. His faker. His? That was too far over the line of possesive and falling into obsessive, the kind of claiming that had nothing to do with love and everything to do with entitlement. Alright, so the faker. There, that's better. But now the faker is back, has come back, and left again just as quickly. The baby is crying inside the house and his hands shake with a need to silence her. Smith doesn't trust him - he shouldn't.
James does. James with perfectly normal skin and a desperate need to capitalize on being a father, to suck in every moment with his precious 'the baby'. He trusts him, or at least, feels enough compassion for him that it covers any direct mistrust. Either way it doesn't really matter. He would never hurt her (maybe) and all he can think is
now im a monster
What's happened? It was sometime between being told that he was the real faker and having to sit at the dinner table while they ate. One night, and one night only, and he felt as if James might have fought for even that night. That was okay, he didn't want to be there anymore than Smith did. Somewhere between those two events he'd discovered that he was also a monster
like frankenstein
But softer, hard on the inside, and innocent on the outside. It wasn't his fault that the Doctor played with lives (sounded like James) or that the Master hadn't bothered to really warn him; prepare him
with a knut in my head and a bolt out the other
Then, in his space, in his head, back again like he'd never left. Hello, faker. He couldn't say much of anything to him because there really wasn't anything to say at all. Here he was, 'the baby' was out for the day, the overbearing trusting-untrusting parents with him and there you are
gone
When he comes back he's ready to leave. He doesn't say goodbye, or leave a note, or settle the arrangements in any particulary way. It might not be better that way for anyone else but it's better for him and he doesn't care about them (hates all three of them) so that is simple. Then the falling, then the crashing, then the warm water and the warmer sun and
deadsies. free
ship: Jamie/Johnny
warnings: introspective, mental instability, pg-13.
They're always watching him with concerned, worried eyes. Even the infant is in on it, he's fairly sure. Marilyn, a presumptious name for a child so young. He called her Mary all of one time and was quietly admonished; he'd never called her by anything other than 'the baby' since then. How dare she be more real than him? He wanted to strangle her when she cried, and that had been when he'd began to shut down completely. It wasn't okay to feel those feelings.
One of them knew, the one that looked like the faker. His faker. His? That was too far over the line of possesive and falling into obsessive, the kind of claiming that had nothing to do with love and everything to do with entitlement. Alright, so the faker. There, that's better. But now the faker is back, has come back, and left again just as quickly. The baby is crying inside the house and his hands shake with a need to silence her. Smith doesn't trust him - he shouldn't.
James does. James with perfectly normal skin and a desperate need to capitalize on being a father, to suck in every moment with his precious 'the baby'. He trusts him, or at least, feels enough compassion for him that it covers any direct mistrust. Either way it doesn't really matter. He would never hurt her (maybe) and all he can think is
now im a monster
What's happened? It was sometime between being told that he was the real faker and having to sit at the dinner table while they ate. One night, and one night only, and he felt as if James might have fought for even that night. That was okay, he didn't want to be there anymore than Smith did. Somewhere between those two events he'd discovered that he was also a monster
like frankenstein
But softer, hard on the inside, and innocent on the outside. It wasn't his fault that the Doctor played with lives (sounded like James) or that the Master hadn't bothered to really warn him; prepare him
with a knut in my head and a bolt out the other
Then, in his space, in his head, back again like he'd never left. Hello, faker. He couldn't say much of anything to him because there really wasn't anything to say at all. Here he was, 'the baby' was out for the day, the overbearing trusting-untrusting parents with him and there you are
gone
When he comes back he's ready to leave. He doesn't say goodbye, or leave a note, or settle the arrangements in any particulary way. It might not be better that way for anyone else but it's better for him and he doesn't care about them (hates all three of them) so that is simple. Then the falling, then the crashing, then the warm water and the warmer sun and