Title: A Beautiful Mind
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Tenth Doctor/Mick St. John
Fandom: Doctor Who/Moonlight
Rating: PG-13
Table: 1, fanfic50
Prompt: 16, Mind
Disclaimer: This is entirely a product of my own imagination, and I make no profit from it. I do not own the lovely Tenth Doctor or Mick St. John, just borrowing them for a while. Please do not sue.

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Mick looked over at the Doctor, unable to keep his eyes off his lover for long. The Time Lord was bending over the Tardis' console, frowning, the sonic screwdriver in one hand. He raised his other hand to run it through his unruly hair, making it stand up in odd places.

Mick had to hold back a laugh; he knew that the Doctor didn't realize what he was doing to his hair, and he probably wouldn't find it amusing to be interrupted at whatever he was doing to the console if Mick were to get up and walk over to smooth his hair down again.

No, it would be best to sit here and simply watch the Doctor, wait until his lover was done with whatever it was that occupied him now and then try to smooth his hair back into place. Or maybe not, Mick thought with an inward smile. He actually liked his lover a little rumpled.

He liked the Doctor any way he could get him, a little voice in the back of his mind piped up, almost making him laugh aloud. He loved everything that the other man did; there was nothing about the Doctor that he didn't find incredibly attractive -- and unbelievably sexy.

The most attractive thing about the Doctor had to be his mind, Mick mused, stretching out on the couch and getting comfortable as he surreptitiously watched the Time Lord. His mind was so constantly active, always jumping from one idea to the next.

Sometimes it was exhausting to keep up with him, Mick admitted to himself, though he didn't really mind. It was something he enjoyed doing -- and something that kept his own mind occupied. He was sure that his own mental agility was improving because of being with the Doctor.

His lover had such a beautiful mind, to go with his beautiful body, Mick thought, a smile on his lips as his gaze roamed over the Doctor's slender body. He knew that he was guilty of undressing the other man with his eyes and his thoughts, but really, he had the right to do so.

This man was his -- his to hold, his to kiss, his to love. And he belonged to the Doctor in the same way. There was nothing he wouldn't do for this man, nothing that he wouldn't attempt. If the Doctor told him to try to flap his arms and fly, he'd probably try that.

Being with the Doctor made him feel invincible in a way that he never had when he was living on Earth. This relationship had opened up the entire universe to him; so many boundaries had been torn down, boundaries that Mick hadn't even realized were there.

The Doctor's beautiful mind had opened up his own mind to so many possibilities that he'd never even thought of before. He had an entirely new way of thinking now; he didn't look at anything as being impossible, or even improbable. Everything seemed within the realm of possibility.

He'd loved other people in his lifetime, both as a human and as a vampire; he wasn't going to deny that. They had all meant something to him, all been special in his life. But nobody moved him in the way that they Doctor did; no one had touched both his mind and his heart before.

The only person who had come close was Josef, and even though they'd tried to make it work, they had both been forced to admit that they were too different, and better off as close friends than as lovers. Ever since then, Mick had felt that he would always be alone.

Finding the Doctor had been the best thing that had ever happened to him; in spite of the vast differences between the two of them, they somehow managed to make their relationship work. Mick didn't know how they did it, but it was enough him that they did.

What would he do without the Doctor? Mick shuddered at the thought of going back to his life on Earth and not being here, in this amazing sentient ship with the man he loved. His life might go on if he left all of this, but it would be immeasurably emptier.

He would never be happy without the Doctor; he was sure of that. He might be able to find little things in each passing day that could make him smile, but he would never have a full life again. He would never be able to think of what he had lost without feeling a devastating sense of loss.

Yes, it had been a big decision to leave what he had always known to be with the Doctor, but it was a decision that he would never regret making. This was where he belonged, more than any place he had ever been, even when he was still human. He had made the right choice.

The Doctor was the most brilliant person he'd ever known, Mick thought with a smile as he watched his lover frown and lean down to peer closely at the small viewscreen on the Tardis' console. He couldn't keep up with the Time Lord; he had long since known that he never would.

But that didn't really bother him. It didn't matter that the Doctor was smarter than him in myriad ways, and that his brilliant mind would always be several steps ahead. Mick could put two and two together, even if he didn't always do that as quickly as the Doctor did.

That beautiful mind was a big part of what attracted him to the Doctor. He was fascinated by the way the Time Lord's mind worked; he loved to watch his lover working out the answer to a problem, jumping from one idea to another with the speed of light.

No one else he'd ever known had that kind of thought process, and Mick found in captivating to watch the Doctor's mind in action. There were times when he had a hard time making the leaps of logic that his lover did, but he trusted the Doctor's mental brilliance.

He didn't doubt the Doctor's brilliance; in fact, he was in awe of it. But he knew several people back on Earth who would probably deny that the Doctor was far more intelligent than they could ever be, say that he was a savant, and try to make him out to be completely crazy.

Mick knew better. The Doctor was entirely sane; he might not always be rational, but then, he couldn't always be expected to see the calm, mundane side of any situation. He wasn't human, and there were times when Mick was sharply reminded of that fact.

Then again, he himself wasn't human, either, even though he had been at one time. He could still remember his humanity, but he no longer wished to have it back. If he was human, then he wouldn't be able to look forward to spending eternity with the Doctor.

Who would want to be human when they could be with the Time Lord, share his discoveries, travel the universe though time and space, and be exposed to that beautiful mind every day? Mick couldn't think of anywhere else that he would rather be -- or anyone who he would rather be with.

He was right where he belonged, Mick told himself with a smile. And he would be grateful every day that he could share the Doctor's life, and have the privilege of seeing where the Time Lord's beautiful mind would take them next. He was enjoying every moment of this ride.

His life on Earth had seemed to be full of adventure a lot of the time, due to his job as a private detective. But here on the Tardis, traveling across galaxies with the Doctor, journeying not only in space, but also in time, he had found more adventure than he'd ever known could exist.

He never knew where they would end up next, and he was finding that leaping into situations without looking was something he liked to do. Maybe the Doctor's insouciance was rubbing off on him -- but if so, he didn't mind that at all. He enjoyed being reckless and living on the edge.

There was no telling where the Doctor's beautiful mind would take them next, Mick told himself. But wherever they went, he would be right by the Time Lord's side, watching his back, protecting him, and loving him with a heart that would always be true.

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