I’m finally back with a request after a long time, I know it’s been a while since I’ve written one and I’m sorry, but work has been kinda killing my spirit :( And also I’ve been hyperfixating on Criminal Minds so it’s hard to concentrate on anything else.
I hope you like it, my friend and I’m sorry it took me so long! Hopefully I’ll be back with more soon.
Summary: The Doctor has been a little overprotective after your top surgery, but you wouldn’t have it any other way.
Tenth Doctor x Transmasc!Reader
No pronouns used for the reader
Words:531
“Hey hey hey, what do you think you’re doing there?” the Doctor asked with his voice sounding a little higher than usual.
“I was just-”
“You’re not supposed to lift things!” he interrupted you, before you even had the chance to answer his question.
“Doctor, please, this isn’t even heavy.”
He shook his head in disbelief and took the bag you haddaredto put your hands on, carrying it for you to your room. You followed him with a little smile, despite your annoyance.
To say that the Doctor had been even moreoverprotective over you ever since your top surgery than his usual self was would be an understatement. And you wouldn’t lie. It could get a little too much at times, but also…you couldn’t stay mad at this face; that face, and those beautiful brown eyes which seemed to look at you as if you were his whole world.
And you were. His words. The words he whispered to you every night, before kissing your forehead and letting you sleep peacefully.
You were so grateful to have the Doctor by your side through everything. With him you were never afraid. You knew you’d never be alone, you’d never have to face anything all by yourself.
Before your first surgery, he’d listen to you for hours while you were in his arms talking about how you couldn’t wait and how much more comfortable with your body you’d feel after you’d have it or he would ease your worries when you spoke about the possible pain that could come with it the first weeks.
And now he did the same, being his same comforting and loving self every time you vocalized your thoughts about the bottom surgery you were planning on having.
You loved him so much, you didn’t even want to imagine how life would be without your Doctor.
“Where you travellin’?” he asked with a smirk, noticing you were lost in your thoughts. You realized you had just been standing there, silent, for definitely a few minutes after you had walked into your room.
“Oh, I just got lost in my thoughts I guess,” you said casually, trying not to let it show that he caught you thinking about him.
“Hmm…” he teased, lifting his brow at you.
“Shut up,” you said with a little laugh.
He approached you with a grin. “You know I’m always thinking about you too. No need to be embarrassed.”
“And how exactly are you so sure I was thinking about you?”
“A Time Lord thing,” he answered touching his temples with his index fingers.
“Right…”
There was a moment of silence, before he moved even closer to you and cupped your cheeks with his palms. “Y/N, I’m really always thinking about you. And I hope…well, I hope I haven’t been annoying you too much lately.” His cute pout made your heart ache. “I just wanna take care of you. You’re really important to me.”
“Oh Doctor…You’re really important to me as well. And I love having you by my side. I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
“Me neither,” he smiled and gave the tip of your nose a little kiss.
It has come to my attention that I may have gone massively overboard on the Complication Factor of Strength In Numbers, given that I’ve thrown not two but THREE different timelines into the mix, each with their own version of the Doctor and the Master (or their Chameleon Arch-ed counterparts).
So, in case it’s helpful to anyone, here is a Guide to Timelines in the Two Can Play At That Game series and its final fic, Strength In Numbers:
Who and Where and Huh?
We’ll start with the easy one:
“Canon” Timeline (aka: These Idiots)
The “Canon” Timeline starts at the very beginning of the episode “The Timeless Children” when the Master shows up at the Boundary (aka, roughly ten minutes before the events of Two Can Play At That Game begin). They have absolutely NO IDEA what nonsense is about to ensue.
Timeline B (aka: the Arched Timeline)
This is the timeline where the Doctor and the Master went back to being Jenny Smith and Harry Jones.
About eleven years have passed for these Disaster Nerds since the end of Two Can Play At That Game. By this point, Suzi and Ian a) exist and b) are ten and eight years old, respectively.
The Timeline B story (in chronological order rather than publishing order):
This is the timeline where the Doctor and the Master don’t go back to being humans and stay Time Lords (but have about a billion identity crises every damn week, it seems).
Ages ago, @iamdeltas provided me with an incrediblycursed train of thought in the comments of Gaudy Night:
Slightly cursed train of thought, but the description of Jenny and Harry as acting as sort of boundaries between the Doctor and the Master gave me the visual image of the Doctor and the Master standing arms-distance apart while wearing hand puppets of Jenny and Harry, who they make kiss passionately.
And that mental image WOULD NOT LEAVE ME ALONE so I finally drew it tonight so that I had a (cursed) visual representation of some kind for the Timeline A protagonists:
Okay, So NOW What Happened??? (Spoilers for Chapter 4 Onward)
At the end of Chapter 3 of Strength In Numbers, everyone gets booted around into a different timeline. Here’s where everyone ended up, sorted by destination:
Timeline A (Cruise Ship, Year 8788): Jenny (Timeline B) and the Master (Canon)
Timeline B (Leeds, 2028): The Doctor (Canon) and the Master (Timeline A)
“Canon” Timeline (The Boundary, Series 12 Finale): The Doctor (Timeline A) and Harry (Timeline B)
This absolute monster of a DW fic got complicated enough that I had to devise a whole system of color-coded post-it notes taped to my bedroom door to plot the whole thing out.
I can’t tell if I’m posting this to brag, to hold myself accountable, or to just scream helplessly into the void.
(A/n: I finally started to watch Doctor Who and yeah I’m in love with 10thDoctor and 11thDoctor so I’ll probably start to write about them.)
‘Rose would knew what was going on with the kid!’ The Doctor yelled at you, walking around the control panel of the TARDIS. You rolled your eyes, trying to hide how his comments were hurting you.
He always said that to you when he was upset after something go wrong on the mission. Every time he will blow into the TARDIS, yelling at you things like 'Rose would do it better.’ or 'Rose should knew that.’ and etc.
At first you tried to fight harder against his disappointment, trying to become a better companion but sorprise! Never was enough for the Doctor, he always seemed disappointed at you.
You were tired about the situation, you were human after all! Humans commit mistakes sometimes! He wasn’t human and he committed mistakes too!
'Well! I’ m not Rose Tyler! She is DEAD in this universe!’ You yelled back at him, making the Time Lord look back at you with an angrily look on his features.
’ YES, YOU ARE NOT ROSE! ’
’ FINALLY YOU GET THAT! ’ You screamed at him before to went to the TARDIS’ doors and get out of the time machine. The Doctor stayed inside, looking at the blue doors and hoping you come back in a few seconds.
He sighed and touched softly the panels of the TARDIS. 'I’m an idiot, isn’t it?’ He said to himself, he knew what he was doing all this time. 'Made the person I love most hate me, to keep them safe.’ He smiled sadly with tears falling from his eyes. ’“You aren’t Rose Tyler, you’ re better than her, better than any companion I had” I wanted to say it, but I didn’t… I can’t… I hope (Y/N) decide to go far away from me, to come back to Earth but… I’m in love… Why it have to hurt so much? ’
He could feel a change in the air, like if TARDIS was trying to made him know a message.
'Oh you got it right! I have to go and find (Y/N), but what I will say!?’
'I’m sorry.’ A voice echoned in the control room, making the Doctor jumped and turned around to look at you.’ All you have to do, is come and say those three words.’ You smiled at him, making the Time Lord ran at your side and hugged you.
'Then, I’m sorry! I’m so sorry! I shouldnt be like that with you.’
'Its okay Doctor, you’re only trying to protect me… And I appreciate that, well it can be better if you choose another way to do that, you know? ’
'I’ll… I’ll protect you.’ He laughed nervous. 'This time in the correct way.’
Illustration from an art share I did with my friend! It’s from the second fanfic I started (and never finished). I like Daleks, and… I also like birds.
not a full story. just something I thought of. Been in a writing slump but if anyone would like more of this idea. let me know. I may add onto it latter.
“What did you say to her?” A look of anger played across his face of the likes she had never seen before. Nyssa had known the Doctor for a long time, but never this one. He was so angry she couldn’t understand how this could have been the same man she once show as a father figure.
The woman he spoke with was short and possibly slightly insane. She didn’t seem to mind or notice this anger that emanate from him. If anything she was finding the whole thing quite entering. In fact, the smile on her face seemed to grow the angry he became.
“What did you tell her?” He drew his words out. By this time the woman was slouched in a chair, her legs stretched in front of her. Eyeing the Doctor as if he some enjoyable plaything.
“I told her she was like family to me.” She spoke slow, showing her teeth as she looked up at him.
“Your sick,” The doctor pointed an accusatory finger at the woman. When he turned to Nyssa all the anger melted away. “Nyssa, I can’t believe it’s really you.” As he hug her and doubt that it was truly the Doctor melted away. She let the tension in her body go and melted into the hug.
“Oh, Doctor, It’s been too long.” There was a lot she wanted to tell him. So much that had happened. So much she wanted to share.
But at that same moment. The sound of the women’s heels crashed against the food. As if she coudn’t stand for even a moment the spotlight being off of her. “You’re right. I should have been more specific. I should have said she was like a daughter to me.”
The smile hadn’t changed but Nysa now know what had made the Doctor so angry. Missy’s eyes boor into Nyssa’s soul. She knew who she was. “You always have been too trusting my dear.”
Warnings: Some being held hostage… some ridiculous fluff… some crazy mystery woman
Request: This is just from my own head
A/N: You and the Doctor spend an evening attending two weddings! Of course adventure happens and a little spice of danger. But so much happens here, you guys. I’m so excited for you to see what’s brewing
Warnings: BLAST FROM THE PAST! Rewatching Doctor Who has given me a reignited obsession and an idea for a series. What could go wrong.
Request: This is just from my own head
A/N: This introduction is a bit long, but all the information is necessary. The coming parts will be set farther in the future, this prologue simply tells you how the reader met the Doctor and why she chose to travel with him.
There will be eight total parts. Four will be with the Tenth Doctor and four will be with the Eleventh Doctor.
My life was decided for me. Everything about me was rewritten, reprogramed, to be something out of my control.
The dying girl.
I never wanted to be the dying girl.
How terrifying to be labeled something so ironic, so final. Finding out my label wasn’t supposed to be a part of the plan. But here I am doing exactly what I’m supposed to be doing: dying.
The Doctor – the only good thing to come out of me discovering my destiny – he should be here. He would want to be here. He would need to be here.
But with me on my deathbed, I want to tell you how I got here. Perhaps it’s just to stall and see if the Doctor will appear to say goodbye. Knowing him he’s probably spending every last second trying to find a cure.
With a life predestined for me, I want to tell you about the things that fought against it.
Warnings: just the possibility of overdosing on cute
Request: This just came from my own head
A/N: Welcome to what I couldn’t resist! I have just recently started watching the twelfth Doctor for the first time and love him more than I thought I would. After an accidental time jump you find yourself thrown into the future
She closed her eyes and grinned so wide she knew her cheeks would hurt soon. She slowly turned around to face the nervous voice calling her name.
There stood the Doctor, bowlegged and strapping in his tweed. He wore a new bowtie in her favorite color. And held in his hand was a small velvet box. A deep tardis blue box. A ring box.
She took a shuddering breath, tears immediately welling her eyes. She felt a strange surge of energy tingle up her legs and through her spine. Probably just the shock of excitement.
“Hello,” he whispered, full of anxiety. But her earsplitting grin was making him feel better.
She was grinning, yes – but there was something about the nerves coursing her limbs. It was like her very veins were vibrating with static. Her brow began to furrow as the Doctor took a step closer.
“(Y/N)…”
And somewhere around her navel tugged her forward. She fell, bracing herself with her hands. A zap like a bolt of lightning ran through her, locking her limbs into place. It was in a puff of smoke that she was able unfreeze herself.
She flexed her fingers, coughing at the slight smell of singed hair. She was on the ground, wincing; her head felt like lead.
“Oh,bloody hell,” she mumbled, trying to regain her feet, “Doctor? Have we crashed or something?”
But the answering flurry of lights was not the Doctor – and it was not in the artifact room. She peered around to see the console.
No…aconsole.
Her mouth popped opened. It was all very… grey. There were no glass floors or plates of random gadgets on the console. She looked for the school bell or gramophone or keyboard but only found a very mechanical spread of knobs and buttons.
She twirled on the spot – it was very symmetrical and clean. There was no hint that a madman lived in the box. Judging by the stone busts, blackboards, and bookshelves, she would’ve thought a professor lived there.
“Doctor?” she called out, suddenly very afraid. Surely this was a different TARDIS. And if it were the same… there was only one instance she knew changed the interior of the TARDIS.
It put a steely grate over her chest, “Have you regenerated?” she whispered towards the ceiling. “Could it happen that fast?”
The TARDIS hummed a reply and (Y/N) put a hand over her mouth. Is that how it worked? One second you’re fine and the next you’re zapped into a whole new life?
“Where you off to, darling?” A man came through the front door, “I’ve grown the distinct craving for biscuits. I mean, we should make some biscuits. The grandkids are on their way!”
He was tall and older, his grey hair flying away in curling puffs. There was a quirkiness about the way he tottered around the console. And taking that into consideration along with the hoodie jacket he was wearing… she figured he felt younger than he looked.
She folded her arms, eyeing him with first confusion and then disbelief.
“Darling!” he yelled out again – he sounded Scottish – and he came round to where (Y/N) was. “The grandkids will be wanting their biscuits.”
He squeaked when he saw (Y/N), “Ah! What have you done?”
She blinked hard, “I don’t believe it.”
“What have you done to your face?”
“What have you done to yours!” she said back, pointing at him accusingly. “You’re all… grandfatherly.”
“Is that a new cream you’re using?” he tilted his head, “It’s doing wonders for your skin.”
(Y/N) felt the corners of her mouth twitch in an almost smile. “Doctor?”
“Yes, darling? Did you hear me about the grandkids?” he continued to stare at her with droopy blue eyes.
She felt her heart beat a little harder, filling her chest with a generous warmth. “I don’t have any grandkids,” she whispered.
He laughed, “Ha! Hilarious.”
“Doctor,” she said quietly, “I thought you were cleverer than this.”
It took him another moment, peering down at her left hand, “Where’s your wedding ring?”
“My what?”
“Reckon you’re not married to me anymore? Remember the last time you pulled that stunt,” he said, clearly upset, “You wouldn’t put it back on until I said I was sorry. Most unbearable apology I’ve ever made.”
“Why did you need to apologize?” she smiled.
He pursed his lips, “I missed date night for a tour in the Tacinzi Nebula Concert.”
She giggled, “A concert? Why didn’t you just take me with you?”
“You’re not as fond of the electric guitar.” He looked at her hand again, “You would’ve known that.”
She nodded, “I’m not your (Y/N)… not yet.”
The Doctor furrowed his brow, taking a step back, “You… you, you’re not supposed to be here. How did you get here?” He knotted his fingers together like his old self, “How did you know I was the Doctor?”
She shook her head, amused by him, “I don’t know. We were in the artifact room and the next thing I knew this electricity coursed through me and I appeared here in a puff of smoke. Like a magic trick.” She eyed his staring, “I recognized this as the TARDIS and you… well, there’s no one quite like the Doctor.”
His brow creased, “Sorry, were you talking? I got distracted by your face.”
“Still dodgy with the compliments, are you?” she smiled, “You’ve regenerated again.”
He suddenly walked away and meddled with his console, “So I have.”
“And I’m still with you.”
“I never said that.”
“So you’re still an idiot as well.”
He spluttered, “You can’t talk to me like that – you’re not my wife.”
“Not yet,” she grinned, cheekily. “I see that ring on your finger.” She nodded to the ornate golden ring he wore.
“(Y/N),” he grumbled, “You know there are strict rules about crossing timestreams. It’s very bad for business.”
“You’re such a hypocrite,” she laughed.
He shrugged, mumbling, “It’s just business.”
“I still can’t believe you chose someone Scottish this time.”
“Can’t you?” a feminine voice came from the stairs, “He did that on purpose. The last person he saw before regenerating was Amy. He just followed his favorite Scot.”
“Darling!” the Doctor yelled, flailing to the stairs, “I don’t really see how this is the time to be…”
(Y/N) stared in shock, “Oh my god.” She was looking upon an older version of herself. Decades older. “You’re me.”
“Yes, dear,” she said, brushing the Doctor away. (Y/N) saw the twinkling of a ring on her finger. “I was wondering when this was going to happen.”
“You knew this was going to happen?” (Y/N) asked, not daring to get too close to her older self.
She nodded, “Happened to me, so naturally it was going to happen to you.”
The Doctor grumbled against the console, “Are we forgetting that I am right here? Aren’t I the clever one you should be asking questions to?”
The older (Y/N) whispered behind her hand, “Best make him feel useful.” She winked and called out, “Have you calibrated her travel coordinates yet?”
He gapped his mouth as if he were trying to think of something to say. But with a quick, “Shut up,” he went to the console to work.
(Y/N) giggled, “You’ve got him on a leash.”
“I haven’t got a leash, thank you,” the Doctor said, “I just took advice from my assistant.”
“Demoted to assistant again?” the elder (Y/N) mocked, “That’ll change when you can’t find your sunglasses.”
(Y/N) shook her head in wonder, “This is insane. I – I have so many questions.”
“I expect as much,” she said, “I did very much the same thing.”
“You haven’t regenerated yet?”
Elder (Y/N) shrugged, “Haven’t needed to. This one’s rather protective.”
“But he has.”
“Yes, that’s the unfortunate side effect of being a time traveling daredevil. You’ve experienced that by now, haven’t you?” She waited for her younger self to nod before continuing, “He chose an older man this time around so we could appear similar in age as I was getting older.”
(Y/N) eyed the gray-haired Doctor, “That’s rather romantic.”
“Yes, he thought so too. Until it actually happened, and he hasn’t stopped complaining since. Hates being called granddad by anyone other than the kids.”
“Oh, yes – kids!” (Y/N) gasped, “How many do we have?”
“Three.”
The Doctor shouted, “Language!”
The elder (Y/N) ignored him, “Two boys and one girl.”
“When will they learn to listen to me,” the Doctor mumbled.
“What was that, dear?”
“I love you, darling.” He typed a few things on a screen, “You’re the light of my life.”
Elder (Y/N) nodded, “Too right, you are.” She bit the inside of her cheek, “Where was I? Oh, yes – William is the oldest. He’s a brilliant doctor of pediatrics; completely inherited his father’s arrogance but can never say no to a crying child.”
(Y/N) let her eyes travel to the floor, her mind snapshotting pictures from her past. “This is my kid brother, Thomas.”
“Our second is called Thomas,” the elder (Y/N) said, pondering herself, “He’s our little history professor. Travels the stars, that one. We’re very proud of him.”
“Brilliant scientist,” the Doctor chimed, “He’s nearly figured the formula to regrowing tardis’ without Gallifrey.”
Elder (Y/N) almost giggled at her own stunned reaction, “It should please you to know that Will studied under Dr. Martha Jones-Smith. And he only became interested in the field because of nurse Rory.”
“Good old Roricus,” the Doctor hummed.
“I think I met them before.”
“Did you?” the Doctor said, “Thought I taught them better than that.”
Elder (Y/N) clacked her tongue, “Nonsense – don’t tell me you were never curious of seeing your parents while they were still dating.”
“Yes, but just for a visit? At least tell me they were there to solve a mystery or help save the world!”
(Y/N) shook her head, “We met at an outdoor retreat.”
“Oh, probably deleted that information,” the Doctor said, pressing a few buttons and pulling a lever.
“You’re going to meet someone called Clara,” elder (Y/N) interrupted, “Keep her around. She’ll be important in Tom’s decision to be a teacher. Though I always hoped I had some kind of influence in that career too.”
“Are you ever going to stop revealing her future,” the Doctor rambled, “There won’t be any surprises!”
(Y/N) felt emotion in her throat at the thought of her friends being there for her children, “And our third?”
The Doctor sighed, “Little girl called Emma.”
(Y/N) almost scoffed, disbelieving. Her mind sent another round of snapshotted pictures. “You can disapprove of my methods all you like, Doctor. But I’m just like you.”
“She’s the most like her dad, she is,” (Y/N) laughed, “Jumping across the universe and saving people.”
“If only that infernal Professor Song hadn’t gotten her to become an archeologist.”
“But she does good with it,” elder (Y/N) said. “The Doctor can never say no to her. She has him wrapped around her little finger.”
The Doctor shrugged, “She’s my little girl.” He swung around, “Hang on a minute. You said you knew this was going to happen.” He pointed a finger at his wife.
She snickered, “Yes, dear – how else was I to know we needed Clara? Or that we needed to have three children. All of them have a crucial purpose to our futures.”
“When did this happen?” he asked, “You never cared to tell me?”
“I couldn’t say,” she shrugged, “Spoilers. You’d let it go to your head.”
“Nonsense,” he grumbled, “Tell me – what were you doing right before you were zapped here?”
(Y/N) flickered her eyes between the married couple, “I uh… well the Doctor gave me a scavenger hunt. And I met him in the artifact room. He had put Amy’s wedding bouquet in a display case.”
“Yes, a very important family heirloom.”
“And he was there… with a ring box.”
“WHAT!” the Doctor slipped away from the console, “And you left him there? Don’t you realize he’s absolutely beside himself worrying about where you just vanished?” He pointed towards his wife, “You could’ve told me this is where you disappeared to.”
She shrugged, “Spoilers.”
“But he’s got a very important question to ask!” He turned to the younger (Y/N), “You have to get back to him now! The poor man is losing his marbles thinking you’re lost. Don’t let him wait in his panic now.”
“It wasn’t my choice to vanish! It just happened,” she cried, “Don’t get mad at me.”
Elder (Y/N) smiled sadly, “He’s just remembering how it felt.”
“Well, send me back if you can!” She felt his panic, “You’ve been working all this while.”
He frowned, “I thought I’d lost you to space when in reality you were sent here chatting away with your older self, having a grand old time.”
His wife came behind him and took his hand, “But there was never need to worry. I’d seen we were going to be all right. We had a whole future ahead of us – a family to look forward to. We had all of time and space for it to work out.” She kissed the back of his hand, “You’re just too impatient for it. I couldn’t tell you.”
He sighed, gazing down at her with somber eyes. It was knowing and dear and warm. It was a gaze that said they didn’t need words to say what they meant to each other.
(Y/N) looked at them and felt her heart stutter. She wanted her Doctor to look at her like that.
“Can you send me back?”
The Doctor turned lazily to her, clearly lovestruck by his wife, “Of course I can. I’m the Doctor aren’t I?” And he entered his coordinates into the console, pulling on an accelerator.
(Y/N) immediately felt that strange surge of energy tingle up her legs. Her spine shivered, static tickling her veins. “I think it’s working.”
“Now, dear, remember that journal of yours. It’ll be important for historians and time travelers everywhere.”
“And give the old me some slack, eh?” the Doctor said, holding tight to his wife’s hand, “He loves you an awful lot. Losing you is his worst nightmare.”
“Let him protect you, is what he’s saying,” elder (Y/N) said, “Makes him feel better.” She winked.
“Hug him real tight,” the Doctor muttered, “Don’t let go.”
And somewhere around her navel tugged her forward. A zap like a bolt of lightning ran through her, locking her limbs into place. A puff of smoke enveloped her as she rubbed at her stinging eyes.
“I hope I don’t have to get used to that,” she coughed, her head heavy with lead again.
But then something slammed into her, gripping her tight. The breath was knocked from her lungs, and she wheezed a laugh. She was squeezed so tight that she couldn’t see his face.
“Doctor… can’t breathe.”
He was positively quaking, “Where the hell have you been?” His fingers clawed around her as if he was trying to pull as much of her to him as possible.
“I don’t know,” she whispered, “I don’t remember. How long was I gone?”
“Too long,” he said into her shoulder, “Long enough to think you were lost forever.”
She remembered the words of his next regeneration. And she hugged him real tight. “I’m all right. I’m here. There’s nothing to worry about.”
He took a deep breath, finally retracting his hold to grasp her face.
His eyes were the same lake water green. Perhaps a bit pink around the rims. His face was no longer lined, his eyebrows not bushy but his chin considerably larger. His hair was floppy and brown, very different from the flyaway grey. And his bowtie bobbed at his throat as he took in her face.
“Nevereverdo that again,” he said, angry in tone but his face full of leftover panic. “You terrified me.”
She smiled slowly, reaching up to brush his fringe away, “Ask me.” She gave a watery laugh, “You can ask me now.”
He tilted his head and began to smile as well, “You sure? You’re not going to disappear again?” He fumbled for his tweed pocket.
“I’m not going anywhere,” she grinned, her eyes welling up as she saw the ring box.
The Doctor blew an audible breath, “Right – here we go.” He sniffed, falling to one knee, “(Y/N)…”
She clutched her chest, “Yes!”
“Wait a moment,” he laughed, grinning like he was looking at the most wonderous sight. “(Y/N), would you be willing to save my life?”
“Yes!”
He chuckled, “And do me the absolute honor of traveling the stars together, for all of time and space?”
“Yes, you clever idiot!”
The Doctor opened his ring box and stared imploringly at her, “Will you marry me?”
She squealed, and jumped on him, knocking the pair of them to the floor, “Yes, yes, yes!”
He wrapped his arms around her middle, supporting her into a sitting position. They laughed heartily, the Doctor fumbling with extracting the ring from the box. In a tangle of limbs on the ground, he found her hand and thread the ring on her finger.
It was a beautiful rectangular sapphire. It was set as a crown, ringlets of intricate silver designs winding around her finger. It glittered in the light – the sky of a million stars blazing within the deepest blue. The whole of time and space bound in a vow.
“Do you like it?” he asked like a boy desiring praise.
She grasped his face, planting a kiss on him, “I love you.”
“I love you,” he kissed back, “More and more every day.”
She held him close, “For all of time and space.”
Now the fiancée, it seemed like a million years ago she was known as the dying girl.
Warnings: AHHH this is IT! the EPILOGUE. I’m so proud I managed to get this far with this series. It’s been such a long time coming - thank you to those that stuck with it! There’s a fair amount of FLUFF here!!!!
Request: This is just from my own head
A/N: The Doctor takes you on a ‘practice’ honeymoon - full of antics, new friends, and telepathy - and perhaps the final question. Does he propose? Happily ever after?
The bed wouldn’t stop wiggling, swaying (Y/N) from her deep sleep. She groaned, shifting uncomfortably until her eyes opened lazily. It was still pitch dark.
She rubbed at her face, suddenly noticing that the mattress was weighed down on her left side. It was easy to notice as she normally slept in the middle of the bed.
She lifted her head and saw the Doctor snuggled there, buried under her blankets and cuddling her pillows.
(Y/N) rested on her elbows, sighing at him. The conclusion was clear: he had another nightmare.
She leaned over and poked his nose. He scrunched his face and grumbled.
“What are you doing?”
He took a deep calming breath, surrounded by (Y/N). Her room. Her bed. Her blankets. Her smell. Herself.
The Doctor scooted towards her, eyes still closed, “Safe.”
Her brow creased, smirking, “You being cryptic again?”
He nudged even closer to her, his head now reaching her shoulder, “Safe.”
(Y/N) bit the inside of her cheek, looking at the serenity of his face. Quietly she lifted her arm, and he took full advantage, wriggling into her embrace and holding her torso.
She giggled, getting comfortable again with their arms wrapped around each other. She began combing through his hair, one of his new favorite pastimes. It was lulling him to sleep.
His breath tickled her collarbone. (Y/N) rested her cheek against his head, running her fingers down the base of his neck.
She sighed into him, whispering, “I love you.”
She felt the Doctor stop breathing against her. And in a matter of seconds his fingers tickled her as he climbed his way to her face to kiss every inch of it.
“HA! Doctor!”
He peppered kisses along her cheeks and nose and lips. “I love you too!”
~~~
The Doctor wrung his hands, hunching his shoulders against the console. “Romantic. I can be romantic, can’t I? Of course I can – I’m a professional – the king of romance. Don’t quote me on that.”
Amy had her arms folded tightly, leaning against the railing. Rory was sitting beside her and fiddling with a ring box. The one they were meant to keep safe.
“How am I supposed to get her to say yes if I don’t ask her right?” the Doctor slammed his hands into his eyes.
“She’s going to say yes regardless of how you ask her,” Amy retorted, “You’re overthinking this, Doctor.”
“I’m going to mess it up, I know I will,” he rambled, “If I wasn’t so much of an idiot…”
Amy yelled out, “Oi! You’re clever and you know it.”
“A clever idiot,” the Doctor now said, “How can I convince (Y/N) to marry me?”
“How can you ever doubt that she’ll say yes?”
Rory piped up, “He has a point.”
Amy kicked him with her foot as the Doctor pointed at him in thanks.
“What?” Rory cried, “It’s natural to doubt even if you’ve been together for years.” He waited for Amy to kick him again, “You did run off on our wedding night – a bloke worries.”
“Yeah, but (Y/N) is the type that would settle down and enjoy a family life.”
The Doctor groaned, “This isn’t helping!”
“What do you want us to say?” Amy asked, “I’ve already told you there’s nothing to worry about. She’s going to say yes.”
Rory opened the box and peered at the ring, “Maybe you just need to be certain she’s ready for the question.”
Amy scoffed, “Oh, please. She’s ready.”
“How do you know?”
“Girls talk.”
Rory rested his arms on his knees, “Yeah, but the Doctor would like to know that for himself.”
“How do I do that?” the Doctor wrung his hands again.
“A date.”
“A date!” he exclaimed as if it were an original thought. “We’ll go on an adventure that’s actually a date – she won’t know that of course – but I’ll know it.”
Amy gaped, “What?”
The Doctor twirled around, finding a spare compartment on the console and rummaging through it. He yanked out a baseball, an umbrella, and a hair dryer before extracting a jewelry box.
“It will be a cleverly devised plan where I’ll find out if she’s ready to be married – if she’d want to marry me – and what her preferences are on how to be asked.”
Amy had a crease in her brow, gawking at him, “Do you remember when I said you were overthinking this? It’s getting worse.”
The Doctor pulled a couple things from the jewelry box, tossing it over his shoulder. It shattered on the floor.
“Nonsense,” he said, holding one of the small objects to the light, “I’m clever, remember?”
“A clever idiot.”
The Doctor placed the object onto his finger. It was a simple golden band. “Right, (Y/N)!”
“What are you doing?” Rory cried out, shoving the ring box into his pocket. “I thought there was going to be some planning.”
“There has been planning,” the Doctor said, admiring his ring, “This was the planning.”
“What is the date, then?” Rory asked, flabbergasted.
“(Y/N)!” the Doctor shouted, “Don’t worry, I’m sure you’ll hear all about it during girl talk. (Y/N), I need you!”
From the top of the stairs came (Y/N), a thick novel in her hand and a blanket wrapped around her shoulders, “What are you yelling about? I was in the library.”
“Ah, having a swim?” the Doctor asked, knotting his fingers.
(Y/N) scrunched her brow, but smiled, “I was reading,” she held up her book, “And having a cuddle on the couch.” She lifted the edge of her blanket.
“Oh, yes,” the Doctor laughed quite unlike himself, “Bit nervous I suppose.” He then sprinted towards the stairs to reach her.
“Nervous about what?”
“We’ve got a top secret mission,” he said, flinging the blanket from her shoulders with a flourish, “And you and I are going undercover.”
“Undercover?” she laughed, lifting her novel away from his hands, “You are not throwing my book.”
The Doctor snapped his fingers, “All right, just set it down. We’ve got to go!” He ran to the console to set their destination.
“Hello, Amy – Rory,” she said, used to the Doctor’s antics by now. “Enjoying your morning?”
Rory got to his feet rather clumsily, folding his arms to hide the bulge in his coat pocket. “Fine, fine. How about you?”
“Well, I was getting to an exciting bit in my book before being rudely interrupted.”
“What are you looking at me like that for?” the Doctor asked.
(Y/N) sighed, “And Amy… why are you looking all huffy?”
“I am not,” she retorted, “Your boyfriend is just working on my last ounce of patience.”
“He tends to do that,” (Y/N) said, “How exactly are we going undercover?” She turned to the console to see the Doctor waving his left hand around. Something was twinkling there.
“A married couple. Has a nice ring to it. AHA, get it?” he jumped down towards her, brandishing something in his hand, “Figured it’d make things easier where we’re going.”
She stared at the second ring. It was a simple gold band, slimmer than the one the Doctor had on. And this one had a tiny white diamond in the middle.
“Do you like it?” he asked, lightly taking her left hand and gently placing the ring on her finger.
She didn’t respond for a while – she was too preoccupied trying to memorize the feeling of the Doctor giving her a ring.
“Um… well, I prefer silver. I like the simplicity, small diamonds. But perhaps a bit more of those, and maybe something a bit more unique with the band.”
The Doctor was looking at her with such seriousness, as if he were locking that into memory. “Yes, good to know – thanks for that. But for now, will that suffice?”
(Y/N) giggled, lifting her hand to admire the way it looked, “I suppose for now.” She squinted her eyes at him, “What are you trying to do?”
The Doctor twiddled his fingers, running to the door, “Uuuhhh… questions for later. At the moment we are undercover.”
She gave a look to Amy and Rory, “I expect an explanation when we get back.”
Rory nodded to her, avoiding her gaze, but Amy rolled her eyes, “I’m sure you’ll figure it out by the end of the day.”
“Come along, wife,” the Doctor said, all giddy like, “Let’s go.”
“All right, husband,” she said. It made the Doctor giggle again. “Let’s have that adventure.”
They joined hands and left the TARDIS. They were outdoors. They were surrounded by a beautiful pine forest, bristling in the light breeze. Birds were chirping and a river was somewhere nearby, rushing against rocks.
Ahead was a log and stone cabin, framed by trees and mountains. Peculiarly the mountains glistened like they were made from more than just rock. The cabin was many stories high and had extensions including a probable greenhouse and an elaborate back garden full of hedges, fields, and meadows.
“Is this… an outdoor retreat?” (Y/N) asked.
The Doctor squeezed her hand, “Smell that fresh air!” He took a dramatic breath. “We’ve got to go check in.”
“Is this an excuse to go on holiday together? Cause that’s basically what we do every time we go out on an adventure.”
The Doctor pulled on her hand, “No, no – we’re still undercover to gather information.”
“What kind of information?” They padded along a cobblestone path.
“That’s uh… classified.”
(Y/N) laughed, letting the Doctor open the large oak front door for her. “Maybe Amy is right. I’ll figure your motives out before long.”
A hostess desk was just inside and a cheery woman, who was clearly not human, greeted them with a blueish smile.
“Good afternoon, how are you?”
“Splendid,” the Doctor said, “My wife and I are wanting a little weekend getaway.” He wrapped an arm around (Y/N)’s shoulders, pulling her into him excitedly.
The hostess grinned, “Oh, how nice! Is this visit for any particular reason?” She opened a logbook to check for room availability.
The Doctor couldn’t stop his smiling, “Well, it’s actually our honeymoon.”
“Honeymoon?” the hostess said, almost sad, “Oh, you should’ve called ahead. We could’ve set up the entire honeymoon suite and perks with the purchase of the honeymooners package deal.”
“Good to know,” the Doctor said, “But that’s all right. Is there something else complimentary that we could enjoy while we’re here?”
(Y/N) leaned over, “It’s really all right, we’re just here to enjoy the scenery.”
The hostess nodded, “Yes, well – at the moment we’re accommodating some families and other guests for our annual stargazing fest. There’s quite the spectacular shooting star show tonight. Seeing as you’re an obviously lovely newly married couple… I could give you a discount on a room with a balcony – beautiful views. And I’ll slip you into the VIP dining room, free of charge.”
“Spectacular,” the Doctor remarked, “Put us down for the weekend.”
“Really, thank you for the trouble. We appreciate it.” (Y/N) removed the Doctor’s arm, so they were holding hands again. “Never let the husband plan the first trip – lesson learned.”
The Doctor looked offended, but the hostess interrupted, “Here is the key to your room. There is a luncheon just in the back garden now. Feel free to enjoy a meal before going up.”
“Thank you,” (Y/N) said, taking the key before the Doctor, “Have a lovely evening.” She tugged on his hand, and they made for the glass double doors to the dining room and back garden.
“Lesson learned?” the Doctor mocked.
(Y/N) patted his arm, “Oh, hush. This is all undercover work – we’re playing a part.”
They peered around at the few tables set in the garden. There was really only space at one table with two men.
(Y/N) tugged on the Doctor, “Come along. If we’re here we might as well be sociable.”
“Shall I introduce us as Dr. and Mrs.?”
She made a face, “Let’s stick with first names. I like this – being undercover. It’s sort of like this is our trial run.”
“For what?” the Doctor asked, looping her arm through his, “Being investigative partners?”
“No, for being actually married.”
The Doctor tripped over his own ankle, dragging (Y/N) down a bit.
“Woah, there,” she laughed, winking at the other guests, “My husbands a bit jet lagged. Quite the flight over here.”
They neared the table with the remaining seats – facing the two men. They looked comical at the couples antics.
The Doctor pulled a chair out for (Y/N), and she sat in it laughing, “Do you mind if we join you?”
“Not at all,” one of the men said, “You two look like a riot.”
“I promise to keep her in line,” the Doctor said, though his confident smile fell, “Unless she’s made up her mind about something – then I have no say at all. I’m just along for the ride at that point.”
(Y/N) gave him an admiring smile, reaching for his hand. “My name is (Y/N). You can call him the Doctor. He refuses to be called by anything else.”
“I like that name,” said the other man, leaning forward, “I’m a kind of doctor myself.”
“Fantastic,” said the Doctor, “Practicing what in particular?”
The man reached out a hand to shake, “Pediatrics. The name’s William.” He had dark hair and light eyes. His jaw was strong and angular, dimples clearly visible in his smile – all in all a rather handsome face.
The Doctor was oblivious to that, of course, as he shook his hand, “Hello, Dr. Will. You can tell he’s a medical man by the handshake. Good, strong handshake.”
(Y/N) rolled her eyes, “You’ll have to excuse my husband. He says strange things – chronically.”
Will laughed, resting back in his chair and smacking the shoulder of the man next to him. “This is my kid brother, Thomas. He can be on the quiet side, but he sure knows how to host a dinner party.”
The brother did appear embarrassed by the introduction. He was shy with his glances, his face much more boyish than his angular brother. It suited his sandier hair and light brown eyes.
“It’s all about the attire,” Tom said quietly, “You must look the part to play a proper host.” He reached up and straightened a bowtie at his collar.
The Doctor snapped his fingers, pointing at Tom, “Brilliant – absolutely brilliant. We are going to get along splendidly; I can already tell.”
“What do you do for a living, Tom?” (Y/N) asked pleasantly. She was warming up to him instantly, wanting him to be comfortable in conversation. They would have to be friendly if they were to stay the whole weekend.
The man crossed his legs, hiding his hands between them, “Ah, well – I’m a schoolteacher.”
“He’s being modest,” Will said, reaching for his glass of what looked to be something fruity. “He’s a history professor.”
“A professor!” the Doctor exclaimed, “And of history, no less. Do you teach at a university?”
“I teach around,” Tom said, quietly. “I’m a scientist by nature. I travel the galaxies to teach lectures, but to also conduct research.”
William smacked his lips at his drink, “Fond of space exploration, this one.”
“Not you?” asked the Doctor.
“I’ve found my fancy on a planet called Earth – ever heard of it?”
(Y/N) and the Doctor shared a look, laughing immediately. She nodded, “Yes, we’ve lived there for a number of years, actually. We’re very fond of the planet.”
“How about that,” Will chuckled, “Well, that’s where I practice my pediatrics. I bounce between countries, but with some help from my brother, we’ve researched incredibly innovative studies. We’ve just about found a cure to the common cold.”
“No,” the Doctor muttered, “Impossible. But that would make you…”
“An absolute genius?” Will said with some arrogance, “Why yes, it does.”
Tom cleared his throat, “Sometimes I believe he enjoys being the face more than the doctor.”
“Don’t be like that,” Will said, clearing the air with his smile. “You know that’s not true.”
The Doctor folded his arms, “Because of the children.” His smile was fond, admiring, “You’re a healer of children. No sane man could hold an ounce of arrogance when looking upon a sick child.”
Will looked towards the table as if he’d been discovered. It made Tom smile brighter.
“Your deductions are spot on,” Tom said.
(Y/N) put a finger to her chin, “Is it the stargazing festival that brings you here?”
“Yes,” Will said. Clearly he was the one that spoke for the two of them in public outings. “This is a family favorite location. We all visit here now and again – a great meeting place for reunions, actually.” He nudged his brother.
“What brings you two here?”
The Doctor got that stupid grin on his face, “It’s our honeymoon.” He bounced on his seat, intertwining his and (Y/N)’s fingers. He lifted their hands to show off the golden wedding ring.
The brothers held slight confusion in their gazes.
“Your honeymoon?”
“Yes,” (Y/N) played along, “Isn’t the ring beautiful?”
Thomas peered at it, “Yes, quite.” But the look on his face didn’t hold the same affirmation.
Will questioned, “How long have you two known each other?”
“Oh, it’s been years now,” (Y/N) laughed before the Doctor could exaggerate a false number. “I’d say nearly five.”
The brothers nodded, seemingly less confused by that answer.
“Should’ve seen the wedding,” the Doctor whistled. “Lasted for days. This one…” he jutted a thumb in (Y/N)’s direction, “Was very particular about how she wanted things done.”
“Oh, really?” (Y/N) scoffed, “I thought we knew who the drama queen was in this relationship.”
The Doctor shook his head, “She wanted everything chartreuse. Such an odd color, but what the bride wants, the bride gets. A fifty tiered cake, glow in the dark balloons, a live orchestra, a five course meal for the luncheon… the list goes on and on. Quite the bridezilla if you ask me…”
The brothers appeared amused by the talk. It seemed they could sense the Doctor wasn’t being overly truthful – probably by the furious look on (Y/N)’s face.
She screwed her lips and stared at him, trying to think of a comeback to shut him up. “Yes, well – if I hadn’t felt as rushed to do the wedding maybe we could’ve done a thoughtful, quiet ceremony.”
“Oh, nonsense,” the Doctor said, “You just couldn’t stand not being married to me for another day.”
“No, I do believe it was the hormones.” She put a few fingers to her temple, suddenly flushed, “I was all over the place when we first found out.”
All three of the men turned to look at her with bewilderment.
She leaned forward and whispered, “We’re pregnant, you see. He’s been scared stiff ever since I told him.” She took a deep breath, touching the Doctor’s arm. “The baby wants something sweet. Do you want something from the refreshments, dear?”
The Doctor was staring at her gob smacked. The surprise comeback definitely shut him up. He swallowed hard and lightly shook his head.
(Y/N) got up from the table, pretending to be off balanced by her growing stomach, and walking with a wide gait towards the platters behind them.
The Doctor blinked a few times, watching her go – his imagination running wild.
The voice of Will cut through his thoughts, “Um… congratulations are in order? Though it looks like you’re just as surprised by that information as we are.”
Tom and Will did look increasingly more confused the longer they talked.
The Doctor shook his head, sighing out a smile, “All right, chaps. Here’s the deal. We’re not actually married yet. Not even engaged.” He held up his ring finger, “This is a wedding ring I stole from a prince decades ago. This is all a rouse.”
Will looked like he was hiding a loud laugh, “Might I ask why you’re making it all up?”
“Because I like free stuff. And newly weds are usually entitled to free things on their honeymoon. I wanted to see what free stuff we could get here. And…” he peered around his shoulder to see where (Y/N) was at, “I want a gauge on what she might like. I do plan on proposing quite soon.”
The clarity seemed to relieve the brothers.
“So you made up a game to pretend you’re married to see how she’d feel about being married?” Tom said jovially.
“And perhaps to see if we should make this place a honeymoon spot. I expect the honeymoon phase to last years at least.” The Doctor sat back, growing lost in thought, “I want her to enjoy the places we visit.”
“Surely you’ll keep some a surprise, though,” Tom asked, clearly invested.
The Doctor brightened, “Oh, yes. I’ve had a lot of time to think it through. I did say I wanted it to last years.” He smiled sweetly, “I just want her to have fun.”
“So, the pregnancy is a rouse too?” Will asked.
The Doctor dimmed, “Yes. Yes, that was simply to get back at me for calling her a bridezilla.”
“Don’t worry, Doctor,” Tom said, “Your secret is safe with us.”
“We’ll keep it up for you, if you’d like,” Will winked.
The Doctor smiled at them, grateful, “I do believe she likes playing the part.”
~~~
They were residing in their shared bedroom, getting ready for the night. (Y/N) stood in front of a full length mirror, dressed in a nightgown. She kept looking at herself from the side, holding her stomach.
The Doctor was on the bed watching her with his mind delved in lost thought. His eyes trailed her frame, taking in the sight and locking it within his memory. The way she was holding her stomach as if she were harboring a secret treasure there.
“Maybe I should stuff my shirt to look more pregnant for tomorrow,” she said aloud, “Make it more convincing.”
She could see the Doctor’s reflection in the mirror. The way he was just silently looking. His eyes had that wide and innocent look about them.
She took off the fake wedding ring for the night, admiring it for a few moments before placing it on the dresser.
Her steps were quiet as she joined him on the bed. Sitting side by side, she shared his silence. Within a few moments, he was reaching over to take her hand, holding it curiously within both of his.
He took his time to admire it, using his thumbs to trace her fingers and to make little circles around her knuckles.
(Y/N) stared at him doing this. Her voice came out in a whisper, “Tell me what you’re thinking.”
He took a calming breath, as if he were making a complicated decision. One that might upset her.
“Would you like to practice your telepathy?”
She was taken by slight surprise. Since discovering her Time Lord heritage, (Y/N) hadn’t explored much past Gallifreyan and general history. Being a Time Lord, she was born with the ability of telepathy. An ability she hadn’t explored much.
“Sure,” she whispered back.
The Doctor turned until they were facing each other cross legged on the bed. He seemed more apprehensive than she’d seen him in a long time. This version of him reminded her of when she first woke up.
“You’re going to read my mind,” he said, “All you have to do is close your eyes and reach…”
He took her wrists and guided her hands to his temples.
“Wait,” she said, “You want me to dive into your mind freely? Since when do you…”
“I trust you, (Y/N),” he said kindly, though his eyes were still innocent and fearful. “I am a master of concealing my mind; everything you’ll see is because I want you to.”
She nodded, placing her fingers in the correct spots.
“Concentrate,” he said, “Open your mind… and reach out.”
(Y/N) did. She felt a spark of connection between them, and a movie screen appeared in her mind. She gasped upon seeing a familiar sight.
It was herself holding hands with a beanpole of a man.
He had his brown suit and matching trench coat, complimenting the bright red shoes. He was guiding her down the halls of the TARDIS.
“It’s got to be one of these closets.”
(Y/N) giggled, emotion burning as it crept up her throat. This was the day they went looking for pajamas.
The Doctor skid to a door, yanking it open – it revealed a dark hole where the only sound was that of crickets. He pulled it closed immediately, “Definitely not that one.”
She laughed at him, a look of wonder still on her face.
This was the early days, (Y/N) thought.
The Doctor pulled on another door and found it stuck, “Right… must be this one.” He relied on his sonic screwdriver – smaller and blue-tipped – and managed to unstick the handle. After a heavy hit with his shoulder, “Ow…” the door flung open. A mountain of useless and forgotten items poured out, burying them.
Shoes, blankets, basketballs, tires, swordfish, ribbons, rubber ducks, amongst other things… covered them up.
(Y/N) bit back another giggle at the memory.
The slender hand of the Doctor shot through the pile of lost things. He pulled himself up, coughing, “(Y/N)!”
Seconds later a smaller hand appeared, “I’m here! I’m fine.”
The Doctor grimaced, “Rubbish closet. Never know what you’re going to find.” He grit his teeth, reaching down with his still buried hand, “But sometimes… if you’re lucky… you’ll come across exactly what you need.”
He yanked hard and from the depths came a bundle of flannel.
“Flannel pajamas?” she laughed.
He grinned his classic grin.
(Y/N) swallowed hard.
“Oh, yes!” he said in the way he used to, “Brilliant, isn’t it?”
The movie screen flashed forward to a different memory – a different thought. This time (Y/N) was sitting on the ramp of the TARDIS, arms scraped and folded limply around her. Her gaze was watery and unblinking.
Immediately (Y/N) knew what this was. They had their first rather traumatic adventure. Too many people were lost, too many of the good ones. It involved terrifying creatures and nearly losing her own life.
The Doctor came down to join her, fitting snuggly on the ramp. He had his suit jacket off and was placing it gently on her shoulders.
“How are you doing?”
She continued to stare off.
He responded with a quiet nod. “I’m sorry that happened. It shouldn’t have happened. Not to you.”
She still refused to answer.
It was peculiar seeing the memory from an outside perspective. (Y/N) was now able to look at the Doctor’s expression.
He was pained. Guilty. Trying too hard to hide his feelings – which of course meant you could see them very plainly.
(Y/N) had forgotten all the little freckles across his nose. Had forgotten the pout of his lips.
She had forgotten how dark his eyes could be. The deepest brown – so deep you almost felt like you were falling into the vastness of them.
Instantly she found she wanted to see his green eyes. They were so much lighter. Light like the sun reflecting off lake water. She could skip rocks on that shore all day long.
Her throat ached, her nose burned. She knew tears were probably close to falling.
She turned around in her mind’s eye. And in the distance was a dancefloor. People in fancy dress and lights flaring like it was a rave.
Right in the middle was a girl dancing to her hearts content. Her hair was flying as she moved like no one was watching. Her smile was bright and wide – beautiful. (Y/N) found herself jealous that the Doctor was highlighting such a woman. (Y/N) found she wanted to be like her. Carefree and stunning.
She had her dress bunched in one hand to keep herself from tripping. Her other hand waved around as she twirled. Her laugh was genuine and contagious. And trailing down to her feet, (Y/N) realized she was barefoot.
“She’s beautiful,” (Y/N) whispered.
The voice of the Doctor was directly in front of her when he replied with, “She’s you.”
Immediately (Y/N) recognized the outfit as her bridesmaid dress. The dancefloor was Amy and Rory’s wedding. And the reason she was barefoot was because her heel had broken.
It was bewildering – she looked so beautiful. Had she always looked so beautiful?
It struck her like a bolt of lightning.
This was how the Doctor saw her.
Carefree and stunning. Genuine and contagious.
“You’re such a sap,” she laughed, and her voice was full of tears. She longed to reach out and tell the girl – tell herself – how beautiful she was. How deserving she was. How much her life would turn out to be.
But she was being swept off to memories she had never seen before. But these couldn’t have been memories. They were thoughts.
The daydreaming thoughts of the Doctor. The things he explored when he was lost in thought.
She saw flashes of an entire life. A life with her and the Doctor.
Surprisingly, they were all mundane things.
Washing dishes and spilling soapy water on each other. Wrapping Christmas presents and trying to sneak a peek at each other’s contents. Settling in for bed and him kissing her goodnight. A walk in the park and feeding the ducks. Unpacking cardboard boxes. Cuddling on the couch. Roasting smores over a fire. Jumping in rain puddles. Blowing out birthday candles.
A pregnant (Y/N).
She was cradling her stomach, the Doctor painting the walls of a nursery. A mobile of stars and planets twirled above a cot.
Holding a newborn, the Doctor hugging them protectively.
(Y/N) finally opened her eyes, feeling dried tears on her cheeks. She quickly removed her fingers from his head. She found the Doctor already looking at her, quite like he had been watching her reaction that entire time.
“You think about all those things – all those times I catch you lost in thought.”
He smiled, “I once told you that I was capable of being domestic.” He cupped her face, “That I do think about those things too.”
She choked out a laugh, “You really are such a sap. Have I ever told you that?”
He matched her laugh, bowing his head to kiss her.
~~~
Amy and Rory were whistling and meandering the console room, waiting for (Y/N) to show. It was all incredibly suspicious. And (Y/N) told them so the moment she walked down the stairs.
“What’s going on?”
“Oh, nothing,” Amy said, very unlike herself.
Rory cleared his throat, holding out a note, “We found this. It was uh… it was on the floor. But it has your name on it… so we thought… it was for you.”
The sigh that came from Amy spoke of her annoyance, “Yeah, the Doctor told us to give it to you.”
(Y/N) snorted, taking the piece of paper and reading aloud, “Younever know what you’re going to find. But sometimes, if you’re lucky, you’ll come across exactly what you need.” She looked up, puzzled.
Rory bounced on his toes and Amy bit her lip.
“What does this mean?”
“You tell us,” Amy said, excitement building. “It’s a clue for you.”
(Y/N) read the note again, “You never know what you’re going to find?” She had heard that wording before. Was this the reason the Doctor showed her that particular memory? “The rubbish closet,” she laughed.
Upon finding the old rubbish closet, she found another piece of paper with the Doctor’s twirly handwriting. It was another clue. She was being led on a scavenger hunt. More like a goose chase with a place like the TARDIS.
“Careful you don’t get your book wet.”
She took off towards the library. There on a pool chair was another note.
“She heard you. Enough space for two now.”
She ran for the full sized kitchen, remembering how panicked she was after he told her that. Another clue was stuck to a carton of custard.
And she went around like that for over a dozen clues. Finally she reached an old room she used to visit when the Doctor tutored her on all things Gallifreyan. The artifact room.
Glass cases on pedestals held objects of great value. Some ancient, some dangerous, some heirlooms. (Y/N) walked through them, peering to see if the next clue was in one of the displays.
She was rather invested in the game now. She was curious to see the purpose behind it. Although judging by the actions of Amy and Rory… she had a pretty good guess.
Butterflies were erupting in her stomach, attempting to flutter up past her frantic hearts.
She looked into another display to find a bunch of wilting flowers. But they weren’t just any flowers.
It was Amy’s wedding bouquet.
And taped to the outside was another note, reading, “You know what they say about the person who catches the bouquet.”
She could have sworn her breathing stopped.
“(Y/N)?”
She closed her eyes and grinned so wide she knew her cheeks would hurt soon. She slowly turned around to face the nervous voice calling her name.
There stood the Doctor, bowlegged and strapping in his tweed. He wore a new bowtie in her favorite color. And held in his hand was a small velvet box. A deep tardis blue box. A ring box.
She took a shuddering breath, tears immediately welling her eyes.
“Hello,” he whispered, full of anxiety. But her earsplitting grin was making him feel better, “(Y/N)…” He blinked.
All he did was blink.
And she was gone.
Just vanished.
Vanished into thin air.
“(Y/N)?” he whirled around, hearts dropping to his feet. “(Y/N)!”
Warnings: Just the cutest banter - I could literally see this happening in an episode
Request: “Awn! That Rory imagine gave me an idea! Can you please write one for me with the prompt ‘small kisses littered across the other’s face’? Rory is so cute and I really think he’s handsome ” Anon
A/N: Rory is lost in thought, much to the Doctor’s dismay, and is entirely too preoccupied thinking about some girl to go adventuring
The Doctor swayed in his makeshift swing, goggles locked tight on his face. He was peering above him at Rory, who was strangely quiet.
“What’s the sour look for?” the Doctor asked, fiddling with his wires.
Rory continued to lean against the console, staring off into space.
The Doctor screwed his lips in thought, kicking his feet in a silent tantrum. “What is the point of having you people around if I am still stuck with my own thoughts!”
“What? Sorry,” Rory still didn’t move, barely spoke above a whisper.
“This is exactly what I mean…” The Doctor practically fell out of his swing, “This wouldn’t be happening if you were a woman.”
Rory sighed.
“That should’ve gotten some kind of rouse out of you!” the Doctor walked up the stairs to the console floor, “What has got you so entangled in mindlessness?”
He removed his goggles, revealing deep indents around his eyes, somewhat lessening the intimidation factor.
“Just lost in thought,” Rory said casually.
“What thought exactly?” the Doctor questioned, folding his arms like a defiant toddler.
Rory shrugged.
The Doctor grumbled before diving into the console. He typed in a few controls before ringing a school bell. It triggered an entire panel moving up and out of the way – beneath was a layer of glowing, mushy stuff.
In a fit of unrest, the Doctor grabbed Rory’s hand and shoved it into the unknown tissue of the console.
That finally roused something out of him, “Ah!” he fought against the Doctor’s grip, “What is that? What are you doing?”
“That is the telepathic interface of the TARDIS mainframe. She’s reading your rather occupied mind.”
Rory hesitated for a moment, “Reading my…”
The ship jolted into action, tilting this way and that, forcing the men to grip onto the console tighter.
“Where are we going?” Rory yelled, suddenly much more aware of their current situation.
The Doctor huffed, “To wherever your mind is at. Clearly it’s very important to you and I’d rather get it resolved with a little visit than have you stinking up my living room with your obnoxious silence.”
“Oh, Doctor – I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
“Having you as a companion is useless as is without your mind being preoccupied.”
“Right, thanks a lot.”
The pair of them braced as the TARDIS landed abruptly, Rory yanking his hand out of the mushy material of the console. The Doctor fidgeted with his fingers as he went for the door.
“If I’m such a nuisance, why do you keep me around?” Rory asked, eyeing the telepathic interface apprehensively.
“I never said you weren’t nice to look at.”
Rory whipped his head around, peering at the Doctor confusedly. “Wait a moment. You said we were going where my mind was…”
“Yep,” the Doctor said, reaching for the door handle, “So you can finally get back to doing your job – asking stupid questions and being amazed by my genius.” But before his hand could outstretch further, Rory came slamming into the frame.
“Now, n-now, Doctor,” he panted, “What if I don’t want you seeing what goes on inside my head?”
“I assure you it’s nothing compared to mine,” the Doctor grumbled again, “There can’t be anything you mundane humans think of that’ll surprise me.”
But Rory was looking more panicked, “How about you let me go out first – alone. A-And if I find anything interesting, I’ll come get you.”
“No you won’t,” the Doctor mocked, “You just don’t want me to see what’s out there!”
“Maybe I don’t!”
The Doctor stared at his friend with a set jaw, squinting his eyes suspiciously, “If it gets you to stop daydreaming about anything more than me… then fine.” He waved his hands exhaustedly, “Go… clear your head.”
Rory put his hands together, giving him a nod of thanks, “I’ll be back in a minute.” He reached behind him and pushed the door open. Turning he peered outside.
The Doctor was surprised to find his friend shocked still. He didn’t appear to be breathing.
“Rory…?”
“I’m fine,” he blinked a few times, a smile starting to appear on his face. He looked almost relieved – disbelieving – at what he was seeing. “I’ll see you…”
And he walked out of the ship. The Doctor watched the door close with knotted fingers. He could have sworn he heard a faint gasp and a laugh. A high laugh. Perhaps a femininelaugh.
He smirked, maybe bit a finger, as he thought not what,butwho Rory had been daydreaming about.
It was a rather humorous thought, and the Doctor found that it busied him for a number of hours. He tinkered away as he waited, playing some darts with a stone bust of Beethoven, rambling aloud as he made a crème brulee, and rummaging through his closet until he found his fez.
Not long after he debated ringing River up, the doors swung open.
Rory came waltzing in, lazy on his feet. He had an effortless smile, sighing without realizing it. The Doctor sat down, propping his legs up and messing with his fez.
“You’re late.”
“You didn’t have to wait up,” Rory said, dreamily.
The Doctor tilted his head, peering at Rory’s face. “What do you have there?” He stumbled to his feet, throwing his fez to the side like a frisbee.
“Where?” Rory asked, lightly touching his cheek.
“Just there,” the Doctor snickered, delighted as a schoolboy. “Did someone get a proper hello?”
Small kisses were littered across his face.
“That’s a rather deep shade of red – how sensuous.”
Rory felt at his face a little harder, finding that his fingertips were stained red. “I… oh… I, well – you see…”
“No need to explain,” the Doctor held up his hands, “I understand.”
“Thank you,” Rory said.
“Now who is this lady friend of yours?”
Rory gave him a deadpanned look. Of course the Doctor wasn’t going to let this go. He ran a hand over his lipstick stained face.
“Just a friend.”
“Rory, you and I are just friends.Just friends don’t find one’s lipstick on the other’s face.”
“She’s someone from my past.”
The Doctor waved his hands, “Oh, there’s a past now.”
“You’d know about it if you ever asked.”
“I’m more of the type to experience things firsthand.” The Doctor ran down the ramp and to the door.
“Don’t you dare, Doctor,” Rory yelled, running after him. “She doesn’t need to be tangled in this timey-spacey stuff.”
“Nonsense,” the Doctor said, straightening his bowtie. “It’s time I meet my future friend-in-law.”
“(Y/N) wouldn’t want…”
The Doctor grinned, “(Y/N) is it? Brilliant.”
Rory smacked himself on the forehead, “If you’re going to meet her, let’s do it the right way. No being cool and mysterious and dragging her across half the universe. She’s with me, see? Don’t go stealing her away.”
So there’s this one Doctor Who fanfiction I read a long time ago that was called That Which Survives: A Third Doctor ShortTrip. I don’t remember the author. It’s since been deleted, and there’s no snapshot of it on the Wayback Machine, but I was wondering if anyone had a copy of it anywhere. If so, please let me know! Many many virtual cookies if you do
