Title: Falling Into Place
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Tenth Doctor/Ross Jenkins
Fandom: Doctor Who
Rating: PG-13
Table: 4, 50ficlets
Prompt: 35, Pieces
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 Ross Jenkins, just borrowing them for a while. Please do not sue.


Ross sighed softly as he stretched out next to the Doctor, reveling in the feel of the Time Lord's slim body nestled against his own. He always felt like this after the two of them had made love, so relaxed and full of a contentment that he'd never known before.

There had always been something missing in his life before the Doctor had come barreling into the existence he'd had as a soldier, he reflected, sliding his arms around the Time Lord and pulling him close. But now, all of the pieces of his life had fallen into place.

His life had always felt as though it was a jigsaw puzzle of sorts, with all kinds of pieces that never seemed to quite fit together. But since he'd met the Doctor, all of those pieces with edges that didn't quite fall into place had seemed to magically resolved themselves.

The Doctor was the man he'd always been meant for. Ross was more sure of that than he'd ever been of anything in his life; the Doctor was the final missing piece of the puzzle of his life that had always seemed so elusive, so impossible to find.

There had been so many pieces of his life in the past that had never fallen together; their odd edges had always stuck out, and he'd despaired of ever finding anyone who could fit into the life he led and make him feel more complete. Now that long search was over.

Had anyone else ever felt like this? Ross wondered, frowning. Were there other people in the world who'd felt that they would never find the person that was their other half, the one who they were meant to be with? He was certain that there were.

He'd never met any of them -- or had he? There had probably been a lot of people in his life who'd been looking for exactly the same thing he was, but he just hadn't known it at the time. He'd been too wrapped up in his own search to realize that they felt the same.

Most of the people he'd met had probably lived that sort of a life, Ross told himself, wondering just how many of the soldiers he'd served with in UNIT had felt that pieces of their lives didn't quite fit. They'd never been really close, so he'd never confided those feelings to any of them.

That had been his own fault; even though he'd had friends in UNIT, he'd never let himself get too close to any of them. He'd always been afraid that most of them wouldn't accept him if they knew that he was gay, and he hadn't wanted to take that risk.

Besides, there had been no reason to get close to anyone, in his point of view. They were all friends of a sort, but Ross knew all too well how quickly people could meet untimely ends in the line of work that he had chosen to be in. It was easier not to be too friendly.

Now, he didn't feel that he needed friends -- though he knew that the Doctor would say otherwise. The Time Lord was all he needed, all he wanted. Ross sighed softly, pulling the other man even closer and smiling as the Doctor sighed contentedly in his sleep.

They did need friends, of course. As much as he and the Doctor loved each other, they couldn't spend their lives without seeing other people, making friends here and there, and having other people in their lives who they cared about. That wasn't natural.

Having friends to help them was just one more piece of their lives together that seemed to fall into place quiet naturally, Ross thought, with some satisfaction. Of course, there were some people who he had a hard time seeing as friends -- but for the Doctor's sake, he tried.

He'd never like Jack Harkness, not with that man's attitude that the Doctor still belonged to him, even though the Time Lord was obviously involved with Ross. They might be wary friends, but Ross was never going to completely trust that man in the way that the Doctor did.

Still, Jack was someone who the Doctor considered a friend, and Ross had to admit that he was one of the many pieces of their life together, so he grudgingly accepted the other man -- as a friend, and part of the Doctor's past, if nothing else.

The pieces of his life that had never seemed to fall into place before were finally all settling into their proper positions, Ross thought to himself. Ever since he'd met the Doctor, those pieces had begun to make sense, to come together in ways that he hadn't expected.

The Doctor had been the biggest piece of his life -- the piece that had finally shown him where he was meant to be, and what he wanted to do with his life. And as long as that piece was here with him, then he could live his life happily.

And in the end, that was all that mattered, Ross said to himself as he snuggled closer to the Time Lord and closed his eyes, ready for sleep. All of the pieces had fallen into place -- and he couldn't be happier with where they had all managed to land.