Title: One Single Soul
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Tenth Doctor/Ten.5
Fandom: Doctor Who
Rating: PG-13
Table: 6, 50ficlets
Prompt: 11, Soul
Author's Note: Continuation of Scattered Pieces.
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 cautiously opened the door he was hiding behind, peering down the empty corridor in front of him. He was sure that the Doctor was somewhere around here, given that he had seen the Master enter this building. He just had to find out where his lover was.

And then what? he asked himself wryly. It wasn't as though he could run to the Doctor's rescue with guns blazing. For one thing, he didn't have a gun -- and for another, he was as yet unsure of his own abilities as a Time Lord, and he didn't want to risk the Doctor being hurt.

The Doctor was his other half, the better part of his soul. If anything happened to the other man, he would be lost; he would still go on living, but he knew that an integral part of his hearts and soul would be missing. He would never be the same again without the Doctor by his side.

Just the thought of what the Master could do to the man he loved terrified him. He knew all too well how horrific the Master's rages could be; he might not have confronted them himself, but he had the Doctor's memories -- and some of them were clearer than others.

If he lost the Doctor, his very soul would be crushed. He would never be the same again -- and he wasn't sure that he would want to live. Even with his dream of becoming a Time Lord realized, it would all he worthless if he didn't have the Doctor here with him.

He had to find the other man, Jamie thought, panic starting to well up within him. He had to get them both out of here, away from the Master's clutches. He had an idea of where the Doctor was being held, but he wasn't sure just what he could do to rescue the man he loved.

The Doctor was somewhere in here, he told himself firmly. He was sure of that; he'd seen the Master come in here, and he'd been here so long that Jamie was sure it was where he held his captive. Now that he had left, Jamie knew this might be his only chance to get the Doctor out.

What kind of shape would he find his lover in? He didn't want to think about that; no matter what had been done to the Doctor, he would find a way to get them both out of here and safely back to the Tardis. He had promised himself that. He wouldn't let the Doctor down.

He wasn't going to let the man who was the owner of his hearts and soul die in here. Jamie pressed his hand against his chest, smiling in spite of himself. He had already gotten used to thinking of himself as having hearts, not just one single heart.

Two hearts, one single soul. That was indicative of himself and the Doctor, wasn't it? Two people melding into one, two people who belonged together. And with the way that he had come into existence, they were two people who were literally a part of each other.

Something in his soul would shrivel and die if he ever lost the Doctor. He would still keep going -- he had promised the Doctor of that, and he wasn't a man who reneged on his promises -- but his hearts wouldn't be in his continued existence.

He wouldn't lose the Doctor, he told himself, his inner voice strong and firm. Not here, not like this. Not at the hands of a maniac like the Master. He was going to rescue the man he loved from this place, get him back to the Tardis, and they would leave this planet safely.

There were no noises around him; it was eerily silent. There was only one stone corridor, one that seemed to lead nowhere and go on forever. The Doctor had to be in the room at the end of it. He had to be. From what Janie could tell, there was nowhere else to go.

Finally, he was in front of that door; Jamie swallowed hard, pressing his ear to the portal and straining to hear if there were voices coming from inside the room. He could hear nothing; there was no indication that anyone was there, either the Doctor or his captors.

Placing a hand on the doorknob, he hesitated before turning it. What would he find once he entered that room? Would the Doctor be there, or would he have gone on a fruitless search to find nothing more than an empty room? Had his lover been taken somewhere else, out of his reach?

He was going to find out within seconds. Trying to push back the turmoil in his soul,and hoping that he would find the Doctor here and not have to search further, Jamie turned the knob, pushing the door open and stepping into the cavernous room.

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Next story in series - Surface Scars.