AN- This is my first doctor who fanfic.

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Skins

Everyone thinks they know the Doctor but none of them know he like I do. He is not the kind, wise man he shows himself to be. He's not the hero. In this universe there's no such thing as heroes. There's no good and evil. There is only those who do and those who don't. Before all this came about, me and the doctor were as close as any life form could get to another. I know him, what he is underneath the skin he wears and it's not a pretty sight. It was once, but now it has been spoilt by all that is wrong in this life. I'm the same, though he wouldn't tell you that, he only wants to see the good in people. Doesn't think for one moment that there might not be good in anyone.

Somewhere in one of the corridor outside my room I hear movement. He's bringing me my dinner.

See, this is what I've been reduced to. A caged animal, waiting for it's next meal. Does that sound like the great mercy the hero bestows on those around him. I didn't think so.

The door clicks unlocked.

He doesn't even trust me enough to walk round his beloved TARDIS, instead choosing to keep me lock up in this one room. Sometimes I don't know what I would prefer, this or being dead. I've been dead before, it wasn't so bad.

A man wearing a fez opens the door and steps inside carrying a tray piled high with food.

'I brought dinner.' His voice is unduly cheerful and at a ridiculously high pitch, almost as if he's purposely trying to annoying. 'Fine, don't talk to me. You can't keep this silence up forever-' That's what you think. '-and when you feel like speaking I'll still be here.' That's what I'm afraid of. The time lord frowns sadly and pushes his mind out to mine but doesn't get past the fortress I have for a mental barrier. He won't enter my mind like that. Not until he learns. The time lord's face clearly betrays his hurt feelings.I stare at him, expressionless, until he turns and leaves, click the door locked behind him. Once he was out of sight a pick up the tray and wolf down all the edible material that's there. It's not that I don't want to let him in again, it's what I've been craving for the past two hundred years, I just won't let him in until he admits his mistakes. I want him to show me that he knows he's not what everyone thinks he his. He's not the hero. And he never will be. Until then, we'll only see each others skin, not what it's hiding.

AN- Thoughts?

My enternal love and hypothetical hugs for all who review

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