Title: Make You Mine
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Tenth Doctor/Ten.5
Fandom: Doctor Who
Rating: PG-13
Table: 6, 50ficlets
Prompt: 50, You're Mine
Author's Note: The human version of the Doctor is being referred to as John Smith in this fic, since it's the Doctor's human alias and his clone needed a name.
Author's Note: Spoilers for Journey's End, somewhat. This is an completely alternate take on the ending of Season Four.
Disclaimer: This is entirely a product of my own imagination, and I make no profit from it. I do not own the Tenth Doctor, or his human clone. Please do not sue.

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Jamie turned towards the man who was sitting at the bar next to him, ready to smile and raise his glass. The smile disappeared when the man laid a hand on his thigh; he hadn't expected that, and he almost spilled the glass of Scotch in his hand.

He had no idea of what he should say -- that he was with someone who was coming back in just a moment? Or should he just ignore the touch, hope that the man was drunk, and not say a word to him? He had no idea; this wasn't an area that he had an experience in.

But the problem was solved for him within a few moments; the man downed his drink and slid off the barstool without a word, vanishing into the crowd. Jamie stared after him, wondering if he'd done something offensive by not acknowledging that unwanted touch.

It only took him a moment to realize why the man had left when he felt an arm sliding around his waist, and he looked up to see the Doctor standing next to him, scowling after the blond man who had just vacated the barstool, a grim expression on his handsome features.

"If he knows what's good for him, he'll stay away from you," the Doctor growled, turning to the bartender to order a drink. Jamie blinked at the tone of his voice; he was sure that he'd never seen his lover so angry, and all because someone had touched him!

"Doctor, he didn't do anything," Jamie protested, feeling that he had to say something. "He just touched my leg. That was all. He didn't even say anything to proposition me." Too late, he realized that the man probably would have said something, if he'd had the time.

"That was only because he saw me heading towards you," the Doctor told him, picking up his glass and tossing back the drink. Jamie was startled by that, too; he knew that the Doctor didn't often drink, and that it took a lot to actually get a Time Lord even a little tipsy.

"I doubt he would have wanted me," Jamie murmured, shaking his head. "You, he probably would have tried to drag off to his bed. But me? I'm just a pale imitation, Doctor. No one would look twice at me, not when you're in the same room."

"That's not true, sweetheart," the Doctor said, his tone softening. His arm was still around Jamie's waist; the grip tightening as the Doctor pulled him closer. "Anyone would want you. And not just because you look like me. Because there's a certain sweetness about you."

"Sweetness?" Jamie wrinkled his nose, shaking his head. "You may be right about that, but it's only because I'm human and not a Time Lord. There might be an element of toughness or ruthlessness about you that I don't have, but no one can see that outwardly."

"Yes, they can," the Doctor insisted. "You have a vulnerable aura about that I don't have, Jamie. Maybe I did at one time, but I think that I've lost it over the time that I've been in this body. I've done and seen too much, and I don't see the world through new eyes the way you do."

"Well, whatever his intentions might have been, he's gone. You don't have to worry about him bothering me again, not with you here." Jamie smiled, looking up at the Doctor, reassured by the fact that his lover was so protective of him when they were out in public together.

"You're mine, and no one in here had better forget that fact," the Doctor reiterated, though he didn't sound nearly as vehement as he had the first time. Jamie relaxed, leaning against his lover, feeling more safe and protected than he would with anyone else.

"I'm sure they won't, not with you keeping one arm around my waist while you toss back drinks with your free hand," he told the Doctor, his tone teasing. He laughed softly as he sipped his own drink; it would take only a little hard liquor to render him insensibly drunk.

"I think it's time for us to leave, anyway," the Doctor told him, setting his glass down on the bar and giving Jamie a smile and a mischievous wink. "It's time for me take you back to the Tardis and make you mine. In every possible way that I can."

"I'm not going to argue with that," Jamie murmured, sliding off the barstool and leaning against his lover more heavily. Within moments, the two of them were making their way out of the bar with quick, eager steps, both of them anxious for the rest of their evening to begin.

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Next story in series - No One Else Comes Close.