Just a collection of a few fics that I really really like. None of them are mine obviously. Most of them are reader inserts unless marked otherwise. Mostly female reader inserts.
When stated 18+ DO NOT PROCEED AS A MINOR
☆ fluff, ◇ angst/sad, * smut, ♡ personal favourite (even tho most of them are my favs)
(unfinished and unedited, if a link doesn’t work tell me in the comments)
“She must be utterly heartbroken,” you remarked delightedly, elbowing the Doctor in the ribs as you regarded his companion snidely. She was eager, far too eager for just a casual friend, and all too similar to how you had been.
“Stop it,” he warned, glancing over the top of his glasses from where he was fiddling with some mechanics. As you continued to marvel at the chaos around you, the Doctor rolled his eyes and groaned. “Are you going to help or just continue to stand there?”
“Ah, well, I thought I might just continue to notice the puppy-dog eyes your companion keeps giving you. It must be soul-destroying, knowing that you’re still hung up on Rose.” You held back a bitter laugh, turning to face the fried circuitry. Frayed copper wires poked out of the grate, and you hissed as a spark landed on your skin, marvelling at how quickly the red mark disappeared.
“Don’t mention her name. And at least she can love,” he murmured, pulling on a blue-cased wire with a triumphant aha! “This should disable the central neural network. If we reroute the power to the-”
“Seal on the doors, we can permanently deadlock all the exits and therefore the entrances so they can’t get in. I’m not stupid, Doctor.” You protested, trying to create a spark to hotwire the energy router so that the Doctor could carry out the complex plan he undoubtedly had. “Also, ouch, harsh. I don’t need to love; enough people love me that it makes up for it.”
“I know.” He peered over the top of his glasses at his wire, barely paying attention to his surrounding. You had expected more amusement, but you weren’t surprised that he was finally sick of you. It had been a long time coming. “You’ve made that abundantly clear in the past.”
You scoffed. Sure, Doc, take the moral high ground here. You’d been there at that intergalactic brothel a couple hundred years ago and, boy, did he go wild.
“Behave.” He warned, as if he knew what was going on in your head. To be honest, you wouldn’t be surprised if he somehow did. Time Lord magic or whatever.
You hissed as the energy coursed through the wires, glowing white hot as you held them tightly together. They seared into your skin, marking a path as they burned brightly in your grip.
“I’ve got power!” The Doctor cheered and his companion joined in, rushing over to see what he was fiddling with. He had power.
“Oh, wow, Doctor, you’re so clever!” She gushed and you couldn’t hold back from rolling your eyes. It made you sick to even listen to. Where was your inundation of praise?
“Right, so I’m going to link these two bits, and then just this needs doing,” he sonic-ed it with his screwdriver, “and then, Y/N, you’re going to have to whack that big button on the wall.”
You stared at him in disbelief. “Why can’t she do it?”
“Because if Martha gets shot, she’ll actually get hurt. If you get shot, you’ll just complain.” He was unbelievably patronising, and you huffed bitterly. When you didn’t move, he actually turned to look at you for the first time and raised an eyebrow. “Why aren’t you going?
He really hadn’t noticed. God, he was losing his touch. You gritted your teeth as your vision began to grow fuzzy at the edges, trying your hardest to blink away the dancing black spots. “Because if I leave to press the button, you’ll lose all power. And, extra special bonus, if you don’t fucking hurry up, I am going to pass out.”
The Doctor sniffed the air, catching the scent of burning flesh, and glanced at your hands. His eyes widened as they found the source of the smell.
“What are you doing?”
“Saving us. Now hurry the fuck up!”
“Martha, you need to do it.”
His companion jumped up, ready to obey his every order. As the Doctor turned away, you let a nostalgic smile flicker across your face. Once, you had been so naïve and hopeful, and the world had shown you its true colours.
She smacked the button and doors slid shut, sealing with a heavy pop. As angry faces in helmets appeared at the porthole, your vision swam to and fro. You gagged silently, bile rising to the back of your throat as your muscles finally forced you to release and slip quietly to the floor.
“Come on, don’t be boring!” You giggled, yanking the Doctor up from his spot on the steps. His fedora slipped, and he wrinkled his nose, in the most adorable way you’d ever seen.
“I’m never boring,” he pouted, and you leant forward to adjust his hat. “Thanks.”
You spun round, pointing at the central console for dramatic effect. “TARDIS, my love, you know what to do!”
The familiar rhythm started playing over the speakers, your body slowly swaying as you tapped out the beat. You locked eyes with the Doctor, shaking your head at the amused grin playing across his lips.
“I want to break free-ee.” You sung loudly, trying to keep a straight face while eyeing up the Doctor. A snort broke past your lips, before you quickly composed yourself. “I want to break free!”
He sighed as you beckoned for him to join you.
“I want to break free from your lies, you’re so-”
“-Self-satisfied.” You gave him a soft smile as he took over. “I don’t need you-oo, I’ve got to break free.”
“God kno-ows, God knows I want to break free!”
You grabbed his hands, spinning him round and crashing against the console, his body pressing you into it. Pausing for a breath, you glanced up at him. His eyes were fixated on yours, your breath catching in your throat.
I’ve fallen in love
You had never vocalised your feelings, letting them languish at the back of your mind. The strange dynamic of your relationship was enough for you, or so you had convinced yourself. You knew it would never truly work out, even if you tried; there was always someone better than you, someone he wasn’t quite over.
I’ve fallen in love for the first time
At least this one was in love with you too. Or as in love as he could be.
Because there was wonderful, wonderful Amy. And how could you ever compare to River who shone brighter than any star he’d ever seen. And always, always, Rose danced at the back of his mind, tainting any moment with you.
And this time I know it’s for real
He associated you with her sometimes, eyes glossing as he remembered past journeys. This regeneration was childish, hiding grief behind a delight in the world he had lost many, many years ago.
“You okay?” His smile had fallen as he studied your face, eyes narrowing. He still didn’t quite get human emotions.
You nodded, stretching up to press your lips to his cheek.
Synopsis: The Doctor finds the last of your possessions (unofficial prequel to disillusioned)
The Doctor reached his hand up, patting the surface beside his toolbox as he glowered at the mess of wires. If he didn’t know that the TARDIS was very much on his side, he would say that she had deliberately sabotaged herself.
Huh.
His finger closed around something large. Pages. A book? Proper 21st century Earth fake leather, judging by the feel of it. He definitely didn’t have one of those just lying around.
He hauled himself up to the platform, avoiding the various tools he had left scattered around. The hammer-wrench (hanch? wrammer?) had seemed like a great idea initially, but broke awfully often for something welded together with such precision and he was starting to think that the TARDIS was deliberately damaging it to keep it away from her. Right. The book.
Flicking the pages, the soft scent of faded perfume and well-worn pages drifted up. Oh. It was yours. But you were gone and all that was left of you was your book. The familiar scrawl of your handwriting crammed the pages with dreams and hopes maybe. Dreams and hopes he had totally destroyed.
A gentle waft of cool air from the TARDIS vents flipped the pages, and as they settled, the Doctor’s eyes focused on your words. He knew it was wrong. An invasion of your privacy. But it wasn’t as if he would see you again.
Dear Diary,
I really fucking like him. I like being close to him, fuck, I look at him and just feel so attracted to him. And it’s not just that. I love talking to him, we get on well, always have something to say (maybe because I agree to everything?)
A bitter, unfamiliar taste poisoned his mouth as he twisted his lips into a grimace. Who did you like?
He turned the page.
Dear Diary,
I don’t know if I can do this. I really like him. But I know I’ll always come second to Rose. Oh. He blinked. The Doctor won’t talk about her anymore and I know she’s gone so it’s not fair that I’m getting jealous and disliking her. But I just want to be someone’s first choice. I don’t want to compete for his attention with a ghost, and know that of course he prefers her. It’s Rose fucking Tyler!
I think what’s so disheartening is the idea that you’ll never be enough. You. Singular. Aren’t. Enough. For. Them. But I knew what I was signing up for – it’s my own stupid fault for getting attached (I’ll never compare to her).
But you were enough. And more. He had driven you away, but…
It was for the better. This way you couldn’t get hurt or die, you could settle down, have a nice family, and have a fulfilling life on Earth. It wasn’t as if he was constantly turning around to explain something to you, or to watch the awe creeping onto your face. And then remembering that you were gone.
It had been nice to see it all through someone else’s eyes again.
He turned the page again. It was like a torturous compulsion, he needed to know what you had said.
Dear Diary,
I didn’t know love hurt. No. That’s stupid to say. It’s not love. But God it’s the closest I’ve ever been to it.
The book shut with a snap, and he threaded the clasp shut again. The TARDIS hummed and he laughed. He laughed because that was the only thing he could do.
He leant his head back against the console. “I’ve been really stupid, haven’t I?”
The TARDIS hummed, glowing brighter in affirmation.
“But I can’t go back for her. She’s safer without me.”
This is the second part of a three part mini-series. Part one is here and my masterlist is here. I hope you enjoy it, let me know if you want to be tagged in the final part! DOOWEEEOOOO!
Eventually, as she always does, River left. The Doctor stared at the space she once occupied. Something felt off… he felt off. He was alone in a way that he had not been since he met Rose all those years ago. Even the idea of reuniting with Amy and Rory did not ease his sense of heartache. There was something missing, something important. Something so important that it was written on his hearts, even if it was out of reach of his mind. He tried to shake the feeling, to bury it and move on, but he couldn’t, not with this.
Telling himself that it must’ve been some weird after effect of being drugged, he decided to ignore it and focus instead on Amy and Rory who he needed to pick up from Amsterduke. He maneuvered the controls and held on as the TARDIS took off. Finding the couple was easy as he merely had to ask where the humans were. They were both very glad to see him, as they had gotten into a bit of a pickle themselves. Once it was all said and done and everyone had made it back to the TARDIS, they all had a good laugh about it.
Though even as they were joking around, Amy could see the loss in her friend’s eyes. She wondered what had happened in the short time that they were separated, but decided that it was better that she didn’t ask.
The next morning, the Doctor was getting ready to wake everyone up for the upcoming adventure and doing some light ready as he journeyed through the halls as he had done countless times before. Head still in the book, he reached out for a doorknob that wasn’t there. He looked up to see that he stood before a blank wall. While the TARDIS did like to move things around on occasion, this was peculiar. The Doctor racked his brain but couldn’t remember anything ever being in that spot. Yet, he felt so drawn to it. There *was* something there, there had to be.
“Doctor?” Amy asked puzzled by his attention to the wall.
“Hmm? Yes. Sorry, just had a thought.”
‘That’s always dangerous. Should I start running or hide?’ she joked.
“Hey!” he feigned offense.
“What? I didn’t say anything,” Amy asked looking slightly concerned.
“Of course not, where were we?” he asked, an unsettling feeling taking over again.
“Are you alright?”
“Amy, sweet married Amy, in all our time together I thought by now you would have learned better than to ask such a silly question. I’m fine. No, I’m better than fine I’m great! Now go grab Rory and get ready to see Venice.”
Over the next two months, there were many moments like the one above. The Doctor would find himself with certain objects, places, or phrases and feel like there was something off. It was like they should mean something to him other than what they did. Sometimes he’d catch himself having two-way conversation, but whose words came to mind he couldn’t tell. All he knew is that the didn’t belong to him. It always came in short waves, and it was getting harder and harder to ignore. He’d spend his nights wandering through the TARDIS to see if anything would trigger something. He was grasping at straws, but had no choice. He felt incomplete, like whatever it was that he had forgotten or lost was the last piece of a puzzle that he hadn’t even truly been aware that he’d been solving. The problem was that he wasn’t able to see the whole picture without that piece, and he couldn’t find that piece without seeing the whole picture.
Amy and Rory noticed his change of demeanor regardless of how he tried to hide it. They were starting to get worried about him and tried to keep his mind busy. They purposefully avoided bringing it up, not wanting to upset him. That was until one day his distractedness had almost gotten him killed. It was on that day that once they were safely back in the TARDIS that Amy forced him to sit down.
“Okay, talk,” she ordered.
“What do you mean?”
“You’ve been hiding something from us, and it’s about time you clued us in,” she replied.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” the Doctor lied.
“Yes, you do. It’s been happening for a while now. It’s like no matter where we are or what we are doing that part of your mind is somewhere else. And we’ve tried to give you your space, but obviously, that hasn’t helped, so spill it.”
“I’m fine, you are reading too much into things Amy.”
“No you’re not, and it almost got you killed today, so we aren’t leaving here until you talk about it.”
“Rory, tell Amy that I’m fine,” the Doctor sought help.
“Honestly, Doctor I agree with her. Something’s off and it’s obviously something important if it’s affecting you this much,” Rory agreed.
The Doctor felt like a child who’d gotten caught sneaking a cookie out of the cookie jar. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to tell them, but what was he supposed to say? He didn’t know what was wrong, not really. If he did, he would have been able to do something about it by now. But there was something missing, or rather someone. And they were important, incredibly important.
“Doctor?” Amy said voice changing from accusatory to concerned as she noticed a stray tear escaping his eye.
“It’s okay, whatever it is we’ll help you through it,” Rory added.
“That’s the problem,” he whispered.
“What is?” Amy pried.
“You can’t help me, I can’t even help me.”
“What do you mean?” she asked.
“Something happened while you guys were in Amsterduke. I have no clue what it was, but I lost something-someone there. And no matter where I look or how hard I try to remember, it’s just missing. Someone’s missing, someone important, someone I think I loved. But there is no indication that they ever existed except in small traces of familiarity,” he paused for a moment before adding, “It’s like there are all of these memories just under the surface and without the I am but a shell of the person I should be.”
The Doctor was now close to tears. His heart hurt and talking about it didn’t make it better. Amy and Rory probably thought he was crazy. If he didn’t know any better, he’d probably think he was crazy. Maybe he was crazy.
“Okay, so tell us everything that you remember about that day,” Amy started.
“That’s just it, I remember dropping you lovebirds off at Amsterduke. Then I remember coming to only to see River. I had no idea where I was, only that I was in pain. She brought me back to the TARDIS and the two of us did our usual banter, she left, I picked you up, we went to Venice,” the Doctor explained.
“And what about these memories? What has been triggering them?” Rory asked.
“Different things, sometimes its phrases, like pieces of a conversation I’ve already had. Or it’s reaching for something or looking somewhere where there is nothing, but that I feel something should be. It’s hard to explain.”
“Maybe this mystery person was erased like Rory was? I couldn’t remember him, but nothing he did changed. The timeline just adjusted. Maybe we can’t remember because we are humans, but they aren’t completely erased from you because you are a timelord?” Amy suggested.
“Amy, the crack in your wall was an anomaly something like that was a one time thing. This is different.”
“Maybe so, but that doesn’t mean it isn’t a different anomaly. Come on Doctor, even with all of the places and things that you have seen or heard of, surely it is possible that this is something similar,” Rory added.
“Even if you’re right, that doesn’t help. I don’t know where the anomaly was, when the anomaly was. And Amy was barely able to bring Rory back, so….” the Doctor’s face fell as he realized how hopeless the situation was.
“So it looks like we need to find River,” Rory interrupted.
“She’s the only one who can fill in the blanks of what happened that day. Maybe we can go back to that planet and find something or someone who knows something. We can’t give up on this without at least trying. You owe yourself that much,” she reasoned.
The Doctor sat there for a moment thinking everything over. Maybe, just maybe this could work. He had come out against worse odds in the past. It was at least worth a shot. He jumped up and spun around smile reappearing on his face as he readjusted his bowtie, “Off to see Professor River Song!”
A/n: This contains mental health triggers and is unlike anything that I would usually write. That being said, I know that a lot of people are going through a lot right now. I am always here if you need someone to talk to :)
You laid in your bed in the TARDIS just staring hopelessly at the ceiling. It had to be past 3 am, at least if time functioned even semi-normally in the TARDIS it would have been somewhere around there. You were physically exhausted, but your mind was awake. But this was not just your average sleeplessness, no, it was much worse.
You were sad. And it was stupid, you really knew that it was. But you felt consumingly and unexplainably alone. Which was so illogical and you hated that you felt this way, but that didn’t stop the painful ache in your chest and growing sense of dread.
You wished that you could escape into a peaceful or even restless sleep. However, you were overly aware that sleep would not be your friend tonight. In the absence of sleep, you attempted to distract yourself. But your usual ‘fixes’ weren’t doing anything for you. Something was different this time, more ominous and inescapable.
A small part of you was urging yourself to go and wake the Doctor. You knew that he wouldn’t rest until you were okay. And that was precisely the reason you refused to do so. He had been through so much and you were not about to add to the weight of the universe that he had already placed on his shoulders. He didn’t deserve to be bothered with your menial problems. And even if you wanted to, how were you supposed to talk to the LAST OF THE TIMELORDS about feeling lonely. The idea was laughable. Besides, this wasn’t that big of a deal, you just needed to ignore it until it went away.
But the more that you tried to push it from your mind, the worse you felt. It got to the point where you were sitting up, hugging your knees to your chest, trying to hold yourself together. You didn’t understand why this had to happen. Nothing had triggered this, you had such a good day. You tried to reason with your own mind, but it was no use.
You didn’t know how long you sat like that, just struggling to exist. Apparently, it was long enough for the TARDIS to notice and become concerned. She elected to wake her favorite Timelord, who was slightly irritated at first. But then he could sense how worried she was, something was wrong.
He was confused, but quickly got up and followed her soft humming which promptly stopped as he reached your door. He was slightly caught off guard by this but proceeded to knock softly. There was no answer, maybe you were sleeping? But surely the TARDIS wouldn’t have him come here if it wasn’t important. She unlocked the door as if pleading with him to enter.
He pushed the door open quietly, as he did some of the light from the hallway lite up your room just enough for him to see you. His stomach fell as he did. He quickly turned on the lights and fully entered your room. But you remained still, seemingly unphased.
“Oh, Y/n,” he sighed, standing in front of you.
It was the sound of his voice that caused you to snap back to reality. As you realized the situation you were in, tears started to stream down your face.
The Doctor sat down behind you and pulled you into his arms. Just holding you tightly as you sobbed. He whispered into your hair, just trying to calm you down. He was so thankful that the TARDIS had woken him up, wishing that she had done it sooner. He couldn’t even begin to imagine what you were feeling to make you react this way.
Eventually, you started to calm down, but the doctor’s hold on you never faltered. He wanted to say something, but he was at a loss for words. Which was saying a lot, especially for him.
“I-I’m sorry,” you tried to control your voice.
The Doctor’s heart broke even more with those words. “You have absolutely nothing to be sorry for.”
“I didn’t want you to see me like this.”
“Y/n, it’s okay to be less than okay every now and again. It’s not bad to cry. In fact I think it makes a person stronger. I’m just sorry that you had to be strong alone. You should’ve woken me,” The Doctor pauses in thought before adding, “You don’t have to tell me what happened. But if you want to talk about it I’m always here for you. I promise.”
“Thank you,” you replied, internally struggling with the decision of whether to let him in, let him see how broken you were, or to just move forward.
“Do you need anything?” he asked, as he himself was struggling to decide what to do next.
“Can we just stay like this for a little while?” you asked, immediately regretting it.
“Of course.”
And so, you laid in the Doctor’s arms feeling less alone. Your mind was soothed by the rhythmic beating of his hearts. Eventually against your will, you were lulled to sleep.
The Doctor laid there still trying to take in what had happened. He wished that you would have opened up about what had caused this, but he better than anyone knew not to push you. He knew what is was like to feel like no one else deserves the burden that you carry. And he knew that this was not over, but he made a promise to himself that he would be there for you every step of the way. When you were ready, he would make sure you knew that you were not alone.
He looked down at your sleeping form and pushed some of your hair out of your face. He felt a sense of peace that was a rare occurrence for him. It was as if time stopped, he was entirely caught in the moment. Being there with you made him feel less alone in a way he never thought he would after what happened in Gallifrey. He hoped that being with him made you feel the same way.
Hi guys, this was an interesting concept that I thought I would try out. I haven’t quite decided if I want to leave it as a stand-alone or add a second part. Anyways, grab your bow-ties and enjoy!
You had gone on so many incredible adventures with The Doctor. As a side-effect, you had often been placed in dangerous situations, but you were never truly scared because you always knew that the Doctor would come for you. You knew that at the end of the day, everything was going to be okay because that was who he was, the man who saved the universe. You loved him with all of your heart and you chose willingly to put your faith in him.
But this time was different. This time you were absolutely terrified.
The Doctor and you had traveled to a planet to waste some time as Amy and Rory were ‘honeymooning’ in Amsterduke. You would never pass up a chance for one on one time with the Doctor and were excited to see what the day would bring.
And everything was going great, at least until the two of you were captured. When you woke up, you were being held in some type of pod. You couldn’t move to even begin to try to get out. You saw that across the room the Doctor was strapped down to some sort of table, the aliens were hovering over his seemingly unconscious body.
“Why are you doing this?” you yelled gaining their attention.
“We have been waiting for centuries to find someone with time vortex energy to use as a stabilizer. He refused us, so we are going to take away his option to disagree with us by making him autonomous,” one of the creatures said bluntly.
“What does that mean?” you asked already afraid of the answer.
“We will end his independent brain function, and put his body in a permanent state of homeostasis. But don’t worry, he won’t feel it.”
“You’re going to kill him!” you yelled.
“We have no other choice. But don’t worry, as he stabilizes the ruptures in time, his existence will be rewritten, you will not remember him,” the creature tried to reason.
Your mind rushed as you realized what it had just said and with complete confidence you said, “Use me.”
“What?” the creature, who you later learned was the leader, asked.
“I am covered with vortex energy, and am entirely willing, let me take his place,” you pleaded.
“Stop, what you are doing,” he order those that were working on the Doctor. He then turned back towards you. “You would be erased from time like you never existed.”
“I know, please, just let me take his place.”
“Why would you do that?”
“Because he is the most important man, the last of his kind, the savior of the universe. Killing him would devastate the world, but me? It wouldn’t even leave a mark.”
“Do you love him?” he asked.
“More than anything in this world,” you answered sincerely.
“Okay, we will test you, if you are compatible we will make the trade and let him go free, you have my word.”
With that, you were escorted to another room where a female came in and ran tests.
“You are very brave,” she said.
“Thank you,” you mumbled.
“Don’t worry, we can make it to where you will never feel it.”
“What if you don’t? What if I want to stay cognizant? To be able to remember everything?”
“You would be in agonizing pain, why would you want that?”
“Because then I wouldn’t lose him.”
“It would ultimately be up to you, though I wouldn’t recommend it.”
The tests came back and it was confirmed that you were compatible. The leader came back in and said that it was the most honorable thing to make a sacrifice for love. He asked if there was anything that you wanted to do before they put you in the capsule. You asked him for the chance to say goodbye to the Doctor and the ability to make a phone call to assure he’d be taken care of afterward. He agreed.
As you were led back to the room, you tried to prepare yourself. You knew that you could never tell him what you were about to do. He would try to talk you out of it, but the leader had been clear that it was you or the Doctor. If you tried to escape, he would kill you both and after what you witnessed earlier, you knew that he could. You took comfort in the fact that the Doctor wouldn’t remember any of this. You knew that if he did he would blame himself and it would absolutely tear him apart. But it was okay because he never would.
You put a brave face on and pushed the door open. The doctor was now sitting up, swinging his legs over the side of the bed. He still looked awful, but managed to shoot you a weak smile as you entered.
“I don’t know how you did it, but you saved me, they are letting us go,” the Doctor said.
“Well, I figured it was my turn. You’re always saving me,” you replied taking a seat beside him. ‘But not this time’ you thought.
“I just need about an hour to recover and then we can go back to the TARDIS and forget any of this ever existed.”
Those words hurt you and you hadn’t really realized that you’d started crying until the Doctor reached up to wipe your tears.
“Y/n? What’s the matter?”
“It’s nothing, I’m just glad that you’re okay. I was scared for a minute there,” you answered.
‘Even if that means that I will never see you again’
“Come on Y/n, I’ll always be okay as long as I’ve got you,” he promised.
This sentence brought more tears, which caused him to pull you into his arms with a painful inhale. You had to remind yourself that this was the only way. It was either you or him. And he would be fine, he wouldn’t remember you, he’d still have the Ponds and River. He would still be the Doctor, alive to fight another day.
Without really thinking, you whispered, “I love you.”
“I love you too, Y/n,” he whispered into your hair.
The two of you stayed like that until there was a knock on the door signaling that your time was up. You felt like it wasn’t enough time, but you knew deep down that no amount of time could have ever felt like it was enough.
“That’s my cue, I have to go check on something. Just stay here and rest up,” you faked a reassuring smile.
“Oh, okay,” the Doctor said with confusion in his voice. He could tell that something was off, but he couldn’t quite put his finger on what it was.
You gave him a tight squeeze and in a moment of weakness you kissed him. You hadn’t even really meant to do it, but something inside of you took over. The Doctor was slightly caught off guard, but happy nonetheless. Another knock was heard at the door and you pulled away, leaving the Doctor with a slight pout.
You walked towards the door, knowing better than to turn around and look at him again. He mistakenly took this for embarrassment over the kiss.
“Was I that bad?” he joked, longing for you to smile over your shoulder and laugh.
But as you refused to look at him, he realized that it was something else. You hesitated for a moment as you reached the door and said, “Goodbye Doctor, thanks for the adventures,” and without missing a beat exited the room.
“Wait? What do you mean goodbye? Y/n?” he asked trying to push himself to his feet ignoring the aching in his muscles and the fire in his lungs. He watched as the door shut behind you and tried to force it open. His hearts sank as he realized that his feeling that something was wrong was being confirmed. He forced himself over to his suit jacket to get his sonic, knowing deep down that he was running out of time. But it wasn’t there, someone must’ve taken it.
He was starting to panic, he was trapped in here while you were out there. He wasn’t there to protect you. He was also incredibly frustrated as he now knew that you were hiding something from him, him. That could only mean that you were about to do something incredibly stupid, something that you didn’t think he’d be able to fix, something you didn’t want him to see. A tear rolled down his cheek, that wasn’t your decision to make. He forced himself back over to the door, and tried to open it. The exertion eventually came to much and he sunk down with his back against the wall. He felt so helpless, this was all his fault. And for the first time in a very long time, the Doctor cried. But even as the tears fell, he started to forget why he was crying.
By the time the door opened, he was surprised to see who entered. For it was the woman who perplexed him endlessly. The one he was pretty sure that he was going to marry someday.
“Hello Sweetie,” River said with a smile, though he saw the sadness in her eyes, but, he knew better than to ask. Spoilers.
“River? What happened? Where am I? Where are the Ponds?”
“Amy and Rory are on a honeymoon adventure in Amsterduke. You decided to come here and waste some time, but bit off a little more than you could chew. Your captors almost killed you, but it’s okay, everything has been handled. Should we go find the TARDIS?” she asked pitching him his sonic.
“Of course,” he said, though he had this strange feeling that something was missing.
River grabbed his coat, which he gratefully accepted. Something was missing, where was his bow-tie? Oh well, he had plenty more in the TARDIS. Though he couldn’t help but feel a bit out of sorts. The two of them made their way back to the TARDIS and the Doctor made himself some tea to help his body rebalance itself. When he returned to the console room, he was surprised at River’s unusually quiet demeanor.
“So, aren’t you going to ask where we are this time? Pull out our diaries, do the whole nine yards?” the Doctor asked, trying to lighten the mood.
“Oh, of course,” she said smile brightening her face. River knew how to put on an act for him. She was practically the only person alive who knew what had actually happened that day. But she could never tell him, time didn’t work like that. If there was any chance of getting you back, the Doctor would have to remember you for himself.
Characters: Tenth Doctor x ghost!Reader ; Donna Noble ; River Song.
Warnings: Mentions of Death of a Character, probably Spoilers of Season 4.
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It happened so faster than no one saw it coming, no one could get it time what happened in the librery unless was to late to ran away from the danger.
» 4022 saves. No survivors.«
That should be a warning enough for the Doctor, he should have grabbed your hand a made you go back into the TARDIS with Donna before everything went to hell. But no, that didn’t happen and The Doctor couldn’t stop to blame himself about the mess he made his companions get into.
The library, the “empty” librery, wasn’t empty at all… Was infected, with a big nest of Vastah Nerada and they were very upset about what happened with their natal forest.
Very upset, so upset than they started to attack the expedition’s group and The Doctor’s companions.
‘RUN!’ He screamed to you and Donna before to ran away with River Song behind him, Donna was before them but you were so lost in your own thoughts that you didnt see the lights turning off in that part of the library unless was to late to scape, you tried to scream, to call the Doctor for help but they were much faster and you barely could screamed.
‘DOCTOR!’
But it was to late, they were so far from you. You feel something scraching your right leg before to went into the darkness.
In the other side of the library, the Doctor and the rest of the group were trying to catch their breaths. Donna almost said a comment about how bad she wanted to get back into the TARDIS and run away from this place when the Doctor suddenly started to panicked.
‘Where is she!?’ He asked to River, who just stayed in silence.
‘Doctor…’ Donna walked next to him, trying to get his attention. ‘The lights… The lights of the corridor wasn’t off when we were running…’
The Doctor muttered something before to ran with his sonic screwdriver as a flashlight.
‘No, no, no-
‘Doctor? Doctor!?’ Your voice echoned in the darkness part of the librery, The Doctor seached for the origin of your voice, noticing it doesnt sound human anymore. In full worried and anxiety he pointed with his screwdriver the lamps, turning them on againg.
He still hearing your voice and Donna’s steps behind him, River follow them with her dairy on her hands.
‘Doctor!’
Donna saw how the Tenth Doctor stopped to walk and stayed close to your dead body. She gasped and take a few steps next to him.
'Oh my… (Y/N), everything is fine.’ The Doctor lied, he never understod why the Humans lie when another person is dying but he finally could figure it out, because it wasn’t a lie they said to comfort the dying-person it was something they said to comfort themselves.
’I didnt see it coming, Doctor. They’re so many… So many.’ Your voice said, he take your cellphone from your skeleton hand and watched sadly the shine blue light of the comunicator he put on it a few days ago just in case you ended traped into a Dalek’s ship. ’So many, so many.’
River gasped, 'Its happening, Doctor… I’m sorry.’ She tried to stay away from The Doctor, she wants to be with him but he wasnt her Doctor and It will be awful for him to be comforted by a stranger woman who knows his future regeneration.
Donna sobbed softly, she can’t find any words to say. What will she say in a moment like this?
-“Everything is fine Doctor”-?
-“It will end soon.”-?
The Doctor turned to her slowly, like he knew what Donna was thinking about and sighed. 'It will be end soon… I couldnt save her… I couldnt save anyone…’
'Don’t blame yourself Doctor.’ You said calmy, he looked again at your phone.
'You. Always. Save. The. Day.’
‘But-
’Don’t, Doctor. Just. Don’t. Blame. Yourself.’
'I have to save you, I should save you!’ The Doctor sighed, he didn’t care if Donna and River were watching him cry. He only cared about you, at the last thing of you trapped into your cellphone.
’ I have to…’ He couldnt find his words, The Doctor was in shock, no one know what to do, not Donna, not River… No one.
You’re gone, and exactly like happened with Rose he couldn’t said his last words.
The 9th Doctor will be sorprise to find he forgot about the little human child he hided inside of the TARDIS when he tried to save you from the massive attack of… Many living plastics dolls. ‘Oh well… This wasnt something what I could wait from me, just look at me! I’m stupid!’ He said sarcastically just to made you laugh.
'We are on a space ship?
'Yep’
'Like… Star wars?’
'Something like that, isn’t it fantastic?.’
The Tenth Doctor will be surprised at first but then he will be trying to find the way to take you back safely to your home.
'Hey little one, what’s your name? How did you ended here?’
'My name is (Y/N)… I was playing in my room and when I blinked I was already here.’
'Well (Y/N), I’ll take you back to your home. So, Allons-y!’
The 11th Doctor didnt mind about you being inside of the TARDIS, he enjoyed your company and seemed to see you as his child.
’(Y/N)! Lets go, I want to show you something!’ He grabbed your hand and made you ran with him, he stopped in front of the TARDIS’ doors. 'Are you ready sweetheart?’
'Always ready!’ You giggled, making the Time Lord smile.
'Then, just there is one thing to say… Geronimo!’ He said before to open the TARDIS and ran with you into a new aventure.
'This place isn’t safe for childrens!’ The twelfth Doctor yelled at the air, you were follow him like a lost puppy. Well basically you were something like that, he saved your life when the Cybermans tried to rule the Earth againg.
'But why?’ You asked, trying to catch his hand but he push you away.
'This. Ship. Its. Not. A. Place. For. Childrens.’
'But you’re acting like one, that doenst made you a children to?’
'Smart kid, now shut up.’
The 13th Doctor will be very happy to see you, she still being new in the whole thing of being for the first time a woman, and see you sleeping in the floor of the TARDIS with your favorite teddybear was something has made her two hearts melt of cuteness!
'Hi sweetie!! I’m The Doctor, what’s your name?’
’(Y/N)…’ You answer to her a bit sleepy, barely noticing you werent in your house anymore. 'Are you my mummy?’
The Doctor laughed softly. 'No. I’m not your mummy, sweetheart… But I’ll find her and returns you to her.’
(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.’
Summary: Running is a conditional clause with The Doctor. It’s unavoidable. However, that’s a little difficult for you and it’s just too much.
So this completely blind-sided me as I was never expecting anyone to ever request anything of me even though I made it clear that I’m happy to do so
Thank you, Anon!
[~]
All you needed was a carton of milk from the shop, having emptied your last carton at home. It was definitely not supposed to be this difficult.
The shop wasn’t open, what little sun there was turned over to grey clouds and to make your day that little bit worse, your leg was more irritable than normal today.
Any other day, a casual walk around town to another shop to get what you want wouldn’t be a problem; the walk home would be a breeze also. But alas, today is not that day as your damned leg wouldn’t even let you stand up to walk a few spaces to the duck pond in front of you.
Usually the pain isn’t this bad in your leg as you’ve walked further than this everyday this week! So what is your leg playing at?!
You didn’t even have your walking stick with you - which is only used never, a gift from a well-meaning doctor but has been gathering dust since the moment you got it - maybe now would have been a good time to clean it off for once?
For now, sitting here and watching people walk by, the odd cyclist or two and children running circles around their adults. A few of them deciding to run straight at a flock of pigeons on the concrete making the poor birds fly away.
You used to be able to do that at one point.
You used to be able to walk for miles.
Bitterness is a difficult emotion to counter when you mean no harm but your emotions were already way past ‘just frustrated’ beyond belief.
All this for a stupid shop.
You couldn’t even call in a friend to help you because you’re pretty sure he’s at work right now… Or maybe out with his wife? Either way.
“Hello… Is it okay if I sit here?”
Well, you have never seen any one dressed like that before.
“Sure yeah.” You replied, turning away from the man next to you, rubbing a sore spot on your leg.
No one spoke for a while, he watched how you scowled every time you did something with your legs. How you sighed a little deeper.
He was trying to track down a pattern to the latest alien problem Earth had attracted but in the middle of his investigation, your thoughts had breached his mental shields and somehow he was distracted enough to come investigate you.
You were only human, nothing alien at all, no capability to send your thoughts to any other sentient being… So why had he heard you?
Having had enough of sitting around and waiting for your leg to cooperate, you gripped the bench arm tightly and hauled yourself up, slowly starting to walk towards town. Maybe you should call a taxi? Nah, you’ll do that once you have bought what you need.
The Doctor sat and watched you walk away. His thoughts now his own again, suddenly his body jerked as he realised something.
“Hey!”
Stopping and turning your head, you watched the guy from before rush after you… Funny, you’d not seen a tweed coat flap like that before.
He stopped in front of you, just looking at you.
For a long time actually… “Yes?”
“Oh!” He startled, “I’m The Doctor, I’m currently investigating an alien threat to this planet and you look like you can help me.” He smiled.
Shaking your head you started limping off again, “not at all. You have fun now.”
“You really could help me though, I need an assistant, I’m running out of time!”
“Then find someone that’s capable of helping you, that isn’t me because I have other things to be doing.”
“Come on this is planet Earth! Surely you want to save it?”
Having enough of this nutter, you just carried on walking. But somehow he was persistent.
After your recent refusal, he stopped asking you to help him.
Instead “Do you know how to get to the nearest hospital?”
“Er yeah, it’s a fair distance to walk but by car it’s quicker.” You pointed in the direction off to your left, “just keep walking that way. You’ll get there.”
He dashed off shouting “come on then” behind him.
You just carried on, going to your own destination.
“You didn’t follow? Everyone follows when I tell them to! Why didn’t you? Everyone else gets curious and follows to find out what’s going on.” You heard from behind you as he jogged to close the distance.
Why couldn’t you just get rid of this crazy man already? Why you of all people and on today of all days?
“Look, fella,” you huffed, “I am not interested. I am not curious. I am fed up and just want to get off my feet. I cannot run and have no interest in following you.”
He stared at you. “Why can’t you run?” He asked after a while.
You’re taken aback, “of everything I’ve just said, that’s the bit you focus on? That I can’t run? Not that I don’t want anything to do with you, but that I can’t run?” You cursed under your breath and stalked away.
Rather than walking away, The Doctor was curious and followed you, walking at your side.
Done with the conversation, you didn’t speak and The Doctor didn’t say anything, too focused on trying to understand you and thinking about this new alien issue he needs to sort but also not wanting to just leave you because there is something special about you but this alien is causing problems and he needs to sort it and he’s forgotten where his TARDIS is oh no no he hasn’t he remembers though he could use it-
“So why can’t you run?”
“Oh for- I have a condition that affects the use of my leg that doctors can’t cure.” You rushed out in one breath, “I can barely walk, running is an impossibility. So no I’m not going to help you and no I’m not going to follow you.”
“Oh,” The Doctor gaped before jerking and rushing to scan you with his sonic screwdriver.
“I’d pay actual money to know what goes through their mind on a daily basis. What do you think they’re thinking about?”
“I dunno, but whatever they’re thinking about it’s something serious. I mean, look at them!”
The Doctor and Donna were currently inspecting the anomaly known as (Y/n), the teenager that had just started to tag along on their adventures. They were staring off into space blankly, barely blinking as they thought to themselves. What were they thinking about? Who knows, definitely not the Doctor or Donna.
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: blood and death - and BY GOLLY my HEART brEaKiNg! I rewatched ‘The End of Time’ and literally s o b b e d
Request: This is just from my own head
A/N: You and the Doctor grow closer but you also grow closer to the inevitable. And Holy Hell I’m so excited for you guys to read this part and the next one!
A raucous cough tore through her lungs, a metallic tang appearing on the back of her tongue. She wiped at her nose, clearing it of the blood it trickled.
“I could imagine the look on your stupid face,” she muttered, staring at the redness on her fingers, “You’d be so furious.” She grinned, laughing until she coughed again.
She sat at her dining table, hands shaky and sweaty as they held a leatherbound journal. The cover was etched with all sorts of designs, the same ones engraved on her zybanium watch. She had learned those funny circles and lines were Gallifreyan, the language of her people.
The Doctor had written the alphabet within the cover page, and in turn she was able to inscribe the writing on the front.
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)!”
Summary: It happened during another crazy adventure, like always. It hadn’t been long since you both had to say goodbye to Donna, and you needed to be distracted from the sadness resting within yourself, so off you were to the next space & time-adventure. The one thing you hadn’t expected though, was for you to meet the future Doctor again - and this time he claims to be your husband. (Takes place during ‘Day of the Doctor’)
It was infuriating, to see the Doctor having to prance around with queen Elizabeth, acting like a couple, while you had to stay in the Tardis and check the readings. You knew that it was to save the world from a Zygon invasion, but still, you couldn’t help the jealousy and doubt arising in you. After all, even though the Doctor and you had gotten closer after the incident on Azitora 5, you still danced around each other, too unsure of how to proceed. You had no way to label your relationship with the Doctor, as you hadn’t had time for a proper conversation about it yet. And you knew why. The Doctor had a hardened shell around him, too hurt by previous experiences to want to open up fully. It had taken you a long time to learn about the time war, and even more time to learn the names of some of his previous travelling companions. At one point, you had wished that you could have been more like Martha, with how she had forced the Doctor to stop hiding his past from her. But alas, you found yourself gasping for air in the deep waves of regret and anger that rolled off the man, every time his past came up. One might think your worries were unfounded, seeing as his future self had told you about his romantic relationship with your future self. However, time can be rewritten, and you really didn’t want it to be. Didn’t want to risk it. It still hurt when the Doctor did his fake proposal to the queen, even if he sprung back on his feet seconds later and revealed his true intentions for doing so. But you did not have much time to dwell on it, making the decision to disobey the Doctor’s order and take off after the group when the horse had transformed into a Zygon. You were not close to them, as they had taken off running long before you could even comprehend what you saw on the Tardis’ screen. When you finally managed to catch up with them, they were standing in a clearing in the forest, and there were two Elizabeths’. That should have been what worried you, but instead, you fixated on the swirl of light in the air. ‘’…a tear in the fabric of reality. Anything could happen!’’ You heard the Doctor exclaim. A fez dropped out. And then, just a bit later, so did a man. A man you recognized very well, even after only meeting him once - or, well, seeing that face once. It only took a few moments, before your Doctor had understood what was happening, both of them taking out their sonic screwdrivers to show the other that they were indeed both the Doctor. ‘’…Compensating?’’ Your Doctor asked the other, ‘’For what?’’ ‘’Regeneration, it’s a lottery.’’ You couldn’t help laughing at that, pulling everyone’s attention towards yourself. ‘’Oh, hello love.’’ The future Doctor left your Doctor behind and hastily made his way to you. Before you had time to respond, you let out a small yelp as you found yourself dipped, his lips connecting with yours. In the background you heard a scandalized Oi, what? but found it hard to focus with the way he moved his lips against yours, holding you up with one hand around your waist and the other underneath your head, his fingers tangled in your hair. Just as he pulled you back on your feet, you felt someone pull on your hand, away from the one who had just kissed you. ‘’What do you think you’re doing? They’re my partner!’’ You Doctor tugged on your hand, trying to get you closer to him, and further away from the other Doctor, whom he was levelling with an angry glare. ‘’Well, they’re my spouse.’’ The future Doctor tugged at your other hand, though gently, as if to not hurt you during the tugging war between him and his other self, who had now gone still, eyes wide open and his jaw slack. ‘’…Spouse?’’ His voice was small, unsure and if you listened closely, filled with an undertone of disbelief. His grip on your hand has loosened, to the point where it slipped from his grip as you were pulled into the chest of the other Doctor, your hands on his shoulders to stabilize yourself, as he shot the Doctor a victorious smirk. ‘’Yes, spouse. Consider yourself a lucky fella, you’ve got that to look forward to.’’ He then shifted his eyes down to you, a gentle grin on his face, ‘’Hello again.’’ ‘’Partner? Doctor, what do you mean, partner? Who are these people?’’ Came the queens voices, understandably confused at the current events happening in front of them. The two Doctors glanced at each other, searching for words to explain, before the future Doctor took the word again. ‘’Well, you see, this lovely person,’’ He gestured to you, ‘’Is my spouse. Happily married for a few years now.’’ He then gestured to your Doctor, ‘’However, since I’ve been very busy, they’ve been travelling with this gentleman here for a short while - they’re travelling-partners, right?’’ He glanced at his past self, who was still glaring at his future self’s hand still placed on your waist, before snapping his eyes up again and giving a reluctant, ‘’Right.’’ ‘’Now, your majesties, probably a good time to run.’’ - A lot of things happened after that. You met another version of the Doctor. One, who was younger yet looked older than the Doctor’s you were with. The Doctor - your Doctor - and his future self seemed scared of him, but before you had time to ask, the queens’ soldiers emerged and took you all away. You then met the Doctor’s future companion, Clara. A lovely woman. Very quick, you noticed soon after meeting her. It had been a bit strange at first, since this woman too knew your future self, and spoke to you with a familiarity that you couldn’t reciprocate, but you soon found yourself chatting away with her, growing more and more accustomed to her. She was by your side at the Doctor’s wedding with queen Elizabeth, distracting you with funny stories of future adventures, so that you could do something besides staring at the man you loved getting married to someone else (even if he had no feelings for her). ‘’This future version of the Doctor, I mean your version of the Doctor, is he always this… affectionate?’’ You whispered to her. The future Doctor had indeed been very clingy with you since the moment you had met him during the incident on Azitora 5. You knew that with every new face came a new personality, but then again, you had only known one face for so long. It almost seemed impossible that the change would be this obvious. ‘’Oh no, he’s usually much worse.’’ Clara whispered in return, stifling a giggle, ‘’He’s clearly trying to hold back here. I think he realizes that this version of you probably isn’t very used to it yet. Future you is though. Oh, you two can’t go ten minutes without snogging, even when there’s a crisis going on.’’ She rolled her eyes with a grin on her face. ‘’It gets very embarrassing when the Doctor does it in the middle of explaining his plans to the terrified people around him.’’ ‘’He does that?’’ You gasped, embarrassed by just imagining such a situation. ‘’He does it often.’’ She laughed at your reaction. The future Doctor joined in on the conversation as well, just before the married couple had to kiss, slinging his arm around your neck and turning both of you away from the sight while recalling a story of a small planet that had the strangest traditions for birthday celebrations. - It was later, much later, that you met your future self. After stopping the zygons, after storing Gallifrey away, frozen in time, you stood with your future self before you. The Doctors’ were busy talking about the fate of Gallifrey just behind you, standing in front of the picture of their home planet. Your future self had appeared just then, a bit cross at being left out of the action, but mostly concerned about the Doctor and Clara. Their eyes locked with your own, both of you taking a moment to observe the other, taking in all the differences - big and small. Their hair was different, you noticed, and you could spot small scars on their exposed skin. No doubt from their adventures with the Doctor. Before you knew it, you were within a feet distance of each other, still silently looking at each other. ‘’Wow, that’s weird.’’ Your voice intermingled with your future self’s. Both of you let out a little laugh at that. The weirdness of the situation was indescribable. ‘’Alright, Doctor, if you could keep your attention on saying your goodbyes instead of making goo goo eyes at your spouse.’’ Came Clara’s voice from behind you. ‘’I am not making goo goo eyes.’’ Came the Doctors’ annoyed voices, spoken at the same time. - You were back in the Tardis, having said your last goodbyes to the others. The future Doctor had brought your knuckles to his mouth to leave a small peck, before turning back to your future self. The last glimpse you caught of them before the Tardis’ door closed, was future you leaning into the Doctors’ side, who was hugging them with one arm, leaning his head down on theirs and they looked at the picture once more, speaking in hushed voices. Saying goodbye had been hard. You were so glad to know that the Doctor’s home planet was safe after all, but it hurt to know that he wouldn’t remember it, that he would feel the guilt for so many years before he, perhaps, found Gallifrey again. But this was how it was, the best you could do was to be there for him until then. ‘’So, where to next? Any particular mood we’re going for? Or…-’’ ‘’Wherever you wanna go.’’ You interrupted him, ‘’I’m sure I’ll enjoy it anyway.’’ He shot you the excited toothy grin that made your heart do backflips, and started his usual ritual of twirling around the Tardis’ console, pushing buttons and pulling levers, before reaching the lever he always pulled last before takeoff. His hands stilled on the lever. ‘’(Y/n). You remember how I said we wouldn’t be able to remember any of this? Due to the paradox?’’ He spoke gently, eyes still locked onto the console panel, as if too shy to look at you. ‘’Hm? Oh, yeah, I do… Is there something else I should be aware of? Some side effect?’’ ‘’No! No, nothing like that. It’s just… I was thinking…’’ He trailed off, before standing upright and walking to stand in front of you. ‘’Doct…-’’ ‘’I love you.’’ You felt yourself flush immediately, butterflies going crazy in your stomach. With your head spinning, you tried to make yourself say something back to the Doctor, but no sound came out from your gaping mouth as you stared back at him. ‘’You and I won’t be able to remember that I said that.’’ He continued, ‘’And that’s exactly why I wanted to do it. Because I realized that this whole thing, I’ll experience it again in the future. The zygons, saving Gallifrey… getting married somewhere along the way. And… I wanted to experience this again too.’’ He admitted sheepishly, but not breaking eye contact, as your eyes searched his, confused. He continued; ‘’I know I love you. That’s not going to change just because we won’t remember this little adventure, and eventually, I’ll get to say it again for the first time. Or maybe, it’ll be you who says it then.’’ He paused for a moment. ‘’I’m… I’m not good at these romantic gestures, but this. This felt right. Like it was something I had to do, after everything that’s just happened… Or maybe I just couldn’t help myself.’’ The Doctor finally smiled. Just a small, nervous smile, and it strangled your heart. You had longed to hear those words for so long, to be sure that your affections were returned, and yet doubt clawed at your mind, unable to accept the reality that was unfolding in front of you. ‘’But, time can be changed, right? How do we know for sure that it’ll work out?’’ You asked him, reaching out to hold his hands in yours, trying to convince yourself that this was indeed reality and not some cruel illusion. His hands held yours gingerly, squeezing gently as he let out a low chuckle. ‘’Well, you did just spend a good portion of this crisis getting snogged by my future self, so I think we’re safe to assume that it will.’’ You let out a gasp, ‘’It wasn’t nearly that much! And besides, he’s you! It’s your fault for being such a sap in the future.’’ He laughed at that, tugging you behind him as he walked back to the lever, and then brought one of his hands up to cup your chin, the other one landing on the lever. ‘’You know, there’s one other thing I wanted to do.’’ He titled your head up, and tilted his own down, ‘’…If you don’t mind.’’ You brought your hand over his, leaning in closer with a smile on your face, ‘’I don’t think I do. So go ahead, Doctor.’’ As he brought his lips against yours, you heard the telltale sound of the lever being pulled and the Tardis began to hum, as everything faded. You felt a bit tired. The sort of tired you feel when you’ve just woken up from a long night’s sleep - at peace and very unwilling to move. You felt a puff of warm air against your face, prompting you to finally open your eyes slowly, before they jumped wide open when you saw the Doctor’s face just inches from yours. His eyes were closed as well, but began to slowly blink open as you took a step backwards. That’s when you noticed his hands holding yours. He noticed too, and let go of your hands with a nervous laugh. He scratched his neck as he looked to the floor for a moment, but then focused on the Tardis’ screen. ‘’Well, looks like we’ve landed somewhere, somewhen. I’ll just… go have a quick look.’’ He muttered, striding towards the door. You didn’t answer, too busy trying to get your giddy nerves under control, your heart beating much too fast for your liking. ‘’Oh, huh, doesn’t look like the worst place to have landed. Should we go take a look?’’ He offered his hand to you. The light from outside caught in his hair, and you almost tripped over your own feet as you walked closer, those cursed butterflies zooming around in your guts, as you slid your hand into his. ‘’Of course. Anywhere with you Doctor.’’
So my doctor who story got a lot of attention and some people asking for a part two, and since ive been feeling inspired, ive decided to make a part 2. Might take a week or two, but will post when ready
