Title: Fine Line between Love and Hate.

Fandom: Doctor Who.

Rating: PG

Pairing: 9Doc/Jack

Summary: poem. The Doctor's (darker thoughts) about Jack.

Authors notes: 4 things; 1) It may seem to contradict Christopher's outward performance of the Doctor but who really knows what's going on inside the Doc's mind? 2) Although it never mentions Jack by name rest assured that it is about him. It just didn't seem right for the Doctor to name him though. Don't know why. Oh well. 3 and final point) this poem is a spoiler for a future 9Doc/Jack fanfic I will write called Tears After Bedtime. It will be more detailed (this is kind of cryptic) and a lot angstier. However I have a few fanfics to write before I get to Tears After Bedtime so it may be a while but I'll be as quick as I can. 4) This was written at 3 o'clock in the morning, please forgive any mistakes.

Disclaimer: I don't own Doctor Who or the characters. I'm just a fan paying homage. I'm just a poor fan so please don't sue me.

Fine Line between Love and Hate

He stormed into my life.

I hated him.

He wanted Rose.

He couldn't have her.

I loved Rose.

I hated him.

He wanted me.

I pushed him away.

I won't be one of his conquests.

I hated him.

I hated his smile.

I hated him flirting.

With Rose AND me.

I loved Rose.

He flirted like he breathed.

He never thought twice about it.

I thought about it.

I hated him for that.

I hated being trapped in the TARDIS.

Rose slept far too often.

Leaving him and me alone.

I hated him.

I hated that we were both haunted.

My past: his lack of.

I hated hearing him dream.

Sheer terror in his voice.

Rose never heard it.

I loved Rose.

I hated hearing him scream.

I went to his bedroom one time.

Not for the last time.

Watched.

Heard.

I could taste his pain.

I could feel his loneliness.

I hated that pain.

I hated that loneliness.

I climbed into his bed.

To comfort him.

He woke up.

I thought he'd make some flip remark.

I thought he'd try and seduce me.

I'd have hated that.

Instead, he dried his tears on my chest.

He stroked my cheek.

Brushed my tears away.

We went to sleep.

Safe in each other's arms.

I loved that.

We both slept soundly.

I loved him.

I love him.