Title: To Many Wrongs To Make A Right

Summary: He felt wrong, oh so very wrong. Even though everything about him was right./ Angsty drabble.

Notes: I ship Tentoo/Rose as much as I ship Ten/Rose and Nine/Rose, which is a lot, so why the hell is my first fic about them an angsty drabble? Ugh.

He felt wrong, oh so very wrong. Even though everything about him was right.

His smile, his voice, his hair – his great hair – it was all so familiar. The biggest difference to him, beyond the occasional bout of Donna Noble, was his suit – he still hadn't found a coat to go over it, and she sometimes found herself crying in her bed at night over that.

Over a damn coat.

And he tried to be her Doctor, she knew he did, but even as he told stories of their time together it just felt like something was missing.

She couldn't even call the other Doctor her Doctor, really, because this man – Tentoo – he was her Doctor. He was just her Doctor with something wrong, something missing.

And she thinks back to her decision on Bad Wolf Bay, her decision to stay with Tentoo, and sometimes she wishes she could go back, fight for the other Doctor, the first, original Doctor.

But then she remembers the desperation and sadness in his voice, and she knows that if she did that she would be breaking his heart – he couldn't stand to see her grow old and die, she knows, just like she wouldn't be able to stand to see him regenerate.

And besides, he was right when he said Tentoo needed her – he was a Time Lord without a TARDIS, a Time Lord with only one heart, a Time Lord that was in body human.

So she settles with her would-be…her should-be gift, and sometimes, when she closes her eyes, she can imagine that he still has his long coat and that they're in the TARDIS, finally taking that trip to Barcelona or fighting Daleks or risking their lives.

Sometimes, when she closes her eyes she can pretend there is nothing missing, there is nothing wrong, and that she has the right Doctor with her.