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
She could tell the light was on from the pink glow of her eyelids. But when she moved to
investigate, she found her muscles burning.
She whimpered, wiggling around the sheets. Yes, they were definitely sheets.
She didn’t remember ever getting into bed.
A few hesitant blinks later, and (Y/N) was rolling her head to the side, observing the room around her. It took a few moments, but she recognized it. She was in the Doctor’s bedroom.
That thought made her smile. Of course he got to her in time. He always pulled through in the end.
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)!”
