Title: The Oncoming Storm
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Tenth Doctor/Ten.5
Fandom: Doctor Who
Rating: PG-13
Table: 6, 50ficlets
Prompt: 27, Storm
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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"I know why you're called the Oncoming Storm," Jamie told the Doctor as the two men stood at the console, looking down at the small viewscreen there. "But I haven't seen much of that since I've been with you, Doctor. Not that it's a bad thing. I was just wondering why."

The Doctor shrugged, not looking at his lover. He had the uncomfortable feeling that Jamie would accept nothing less than the truth as an answer to his question; this man was a part of him, and knew him too well for him to evade the inquiry with a false answer.

"I haven't become more forgiving, if that's what you mean," he answered after what seemed like a long silence. "I've never liked to use force in any way, Jamie. You should know that, given my reaction to some of the things you did when you first came into being."

Jamie nodded, clasping his hands behind his back and looking down at the console. "I'm sorry for some of those things, Doctor," he said in a low voice that was barely above a whisper. "But not all of them. I still can't help feeling that in the end, I did the right thing."

"In some ways, maybe you did," the Doctor admitted with a sigh. "But in others .... I think you're more like me now than you were then, Jamie. And I know beyond a shadow of a doubt that you do have more than bit of the Oncoming Storm within you."

"I hope that's nothing something that will ever make you turn away from me," Jamie said, his voice very soft, the words trembling in the still air. "I worry about that, Doctor. I know you love me -- but sometimes, I can't help feeling that a part of you holds what I did in the past against me."

The Doctor turned to him, putting his hands on Jamie's shoulders and turning the other man to face him. For what seemed like a long time, Jamie couldn't look into his lover's face; when he finally did, what he saw there was very different from what he'd expected.

He had thought that the Doctor would look stern, even forbidding; but he didn't. Instead, the Time Lord's features were soft, as though just looking at Jamie made him feel benevolent. He didn't look like a man who was angry -- or a man who could turn his lover away.

"Jamie, even if I was angry at you -- which I'm not -- I could never turn you away," the Doctor said softly, his gaze holding Jamie's. "You should know that by now, love. You're with me for eternity. No one else could ever take your place. And no one ever will."

Jamie nodded, a wave of relief washing over him. The Doctor wouldn't unleash that storm on him; he should have known better to think that it could ever happen. He would always be loved and cherished by this man -- and he would do the same for the Doctor.

"Sometimes I worry that you'll get angry at me and unleash that storm," he murmured, wishing as soon as the words were out that he hadn't spoken them. "Not that I think you will," he added hastily. "It's just my paranoia. I need to get past that, don't I?"

"Indeed you do," the Doctor agreed, leaning forward to brush his lips against Jamie's. "You don't have any reason to fear that happening, Jamie. I might unleash that storm from time to time -- but it will never come against you. It would have no reason to."

"That's good to know," Jamie told him with a soft laugh, leaning against the Doctor and sliding his arms around his lover's slender waist. He rested his forehead against the Doctor's shoulder for several long moments, feeling safe and protected.

How could he ever have thought that the man he loved could ever turn against him, for any reason? If they had any differences, they would talk about them, manage to work them out somehow. He never had to fear the loss of the Doctor's love; he should know that by now.

Here in the Doctor's arms, he felt safe, more so than he could ever be anywhere else. This man might be known as the Oncoming Storm to his enemies -- but to those he loved and who loved him, he would always be a refuge, a place of love and safety.

Jamie raised his head, leaning forward slightly to brush his lips against the softness of the Doctor's mouth. As the kiss intensified, he let himself sink into the feeling of peacefulness that engulfed him, knowing that no storm of any kind could harm him as long as he was in this man's arms.

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