“So Doctor?” Amy asked swinging round the console as the doctor flicked switches here and there with a skip and and a jump. “Yes thats me” he grinned then paused suddenly “sometimes” he corrected before continuing with his jumping. “How many rooms are in this place?” she asked “Yeah, I found a door labelled ‘scone room’” Rory said pulling a face and the doctor shot him a look “What’s wrong with that?” he asked “I like scones” he said with an additional mutter under his breath. “Yeah, but it leads to questions, how many rooms?” Amy asked again. “Oh I don’t know um… a lot?” he said as if too many things where going on in his head and throwing his arms in the air as he thought. “Hang… on” he said pausing suddenly as if he was realising something that should have been obvious. “There’s something else… what is it?” he asked, the doctors voice had become caring and soft. “Doctor, what’s the room with the wooden door?” Amy asked curiously with a bounce as she made her way over to her best friend. His face fell. Why do all the latest companions keep asking? “Nothing, forget it” he said and tried to fake being the excitable puppy he usually was. “No” Amy said dragging out the letters in her Scottish accent. “What is it? Only door to look like its falling apart, so it has to be something” she said following him as he danced around the centre of the TARDIS. “Well of course it has to be something, it can’t literally be nothing, thats impossible. But it doesn’t matter, just leave it.”
“Right well then–“ she said before glancing at her husband and nodding. Before the doctor could stop either of them they had disappeared into the TARDIS corridors. He sighed and leaned his elbows on the console so that his head could rest in the palms of his hands in exhaustion. “Why Y/N does no one ever listen to me?” he muttered out loud.
“Amy?” Rory hissed as he followed her down the corridors. “He said don’t” “Yeah and when do I listen to him? There is something about this door and its important” she said. On reaching the door she reached out on of her perfectly manicured hands and twisted the handle. “It won’t open” she complained “Mind out” Rory said and she moved to one side trying to open it as well but still nothing. “Move” said a soft voice behind the pair made them freeze, look at each other with a sideways glance before turning around to see the doctor stood there. His face was forlorn, that sad expression he did when he was thinking about the past. “Donna found this room as well…” he said and smiled sadly a little bit “I really ought to hide it better” he mused. “Doctor, what’s in there?” Amy asked again. “Something I tried very hard to forget about” he sighed before stepping forwards and pushing the door open without even trying.
On walking in Amy and Rory saw the same thing Donna Noble had done all those years ago; dark and dusty filled with the same furniture. The TARDIS may have changed but this room is a constant. “Doctor… what is this…?” Amy asked “and who is she?” Amy pointed at a picture frame on the vanity table, it was of a girl with Y/C/H and a kind face. “She um…” it was as if the doctor was struggling to find the right words to explain what had happened, or didn’t want to. “Hang on, is that a… a cot?” Rory asked and the doctor smile sadly “Um… yeah.”
“Doctor, do you have children?” Amy asked and he shook his head “She was going to-“ “She being?” “Y/N she was going to have a baby” he said and tears began to well in his eyes. This regeneration of the doctor is much more open emotionally than the last one. “My baby” he added before falling on the bed, face first. What Amy and Rory didn’t know was that he had fallen onto your pillow. Breathing in the sent of your perfume that lingered behind, preserved by the TARDIS just like everything else in the room. “Doctor?” Amy asked carefully, glancing at Rory and creeping forwards to sit on the edge of the bed to place a comforting hand on his shoulder. His head rolled over to look at her, his eyes red and tear streaked cheeks. “What was she like?” Amy asked in an attempt to try and cheer him up. “She was… she was like a star… my own personal star that stayed with me. She was… she was Y/N” he told her before sitting up slowly to look at the pair. “We where going to have a baby… she worried it was going to have three heads or a space face” he chuckled remembering.
“Doctor?” “Hmm?” “I’m going to take a stab in the dark and say something like this has never happened before?” you asked and he glanced at you from behind the console with a frown. “You mean…?” “I mean” you said jumping to your feet, facing him and forcing him to stop jumping around and look at you. “What if its got I don’t know… three heads or a space face?” you pulled a disgruntled face “A space face, whats that supposed to mean?” he asked looking almost offended and going to play with something on the console. “Oh you really bother me sometimes” you huffed “you know what I mean!” he shot you another look “Time lord” you pointed at him. “Human” you pointed at yourself. “Baby” you pointed at your stomach. Tears welled a little in your eyes as you began to panic and your heart began to race. He saw the fear on your face and sighed stopping to walk round and pull you close into his arms and place a kiss on your forehead. “No, this hasn’t happened before… but I promise Y/N that I’ll keep you, both, safe.”
“What happened to her?” Amy asked pulling the doctor back to reality. “She died. She had gone to labour…” the doctor trailed off again as the tears over took. Amy’s hand flew to her mouth as her heart broke. “Y/N died… I couldn’t save her, the baby was too much like me. I killed her” he cried.
Music blared around
the TARDIS thanks to you. You had decided that you needed the sound, that you
needed to let go for a little while before the next big adventure that the
Doctor took you on. You knew that he was off somewhere else, sorting things
out, so you were relaxing in the only way that helped you, by dancing.
A small cough made
you jump, though. You turned around quickly to see the Doctor grinning at you.
‘Sorry, I’ll just –’
you started, moving towards the controls.
‘No, don’t,’ said
the Doctor quickly, moving to do some odd little dance move. ‘It’s brilliant.’
He then started to prance around the TARDIS, making you grin like an idiot as
he seemed to miss the timings of the music.
You watched him for
a few moments, giggling the whole time, before he moved to take your hand,
drawing you to dance with him.
‘Oh, you’re a
natural,’ you joked, laughing as he tried to spin you around.
‘Years of practice,’
he countered, grinning the whole time in a way that you had never seen from him
before. It was nice to see him so relaxed, to share this with him.
A/N: Gif credit goes to the
respective owners; I just found them on Google (added the links in the
for the prompt "Person B of your OTP has been away for a long time (business, education, a journey or battle, etc.) and has finally returned home. While sleeping together one night, Person A wakes up/can’t sleep and turns to B, who is fast asleep. Eventually, A breaks down in tears, having missed B for quite a while, and wraps their arms around B. Bonus: B wakes up from hearing A’s crying and silently holds A to comfort them until they stop crying, occasionally kissing A on the forehead,“ from @doctorroseprompts!
summary: Rose is awakened by the most surprising things.
What a good day, she thought. She was spinning circles round the console again, in the TARDIS with her pinstriped Doctor, dancing to In The Mood and laughing the whole way through. She couldn’t really place her finger on anything he’d said or done, but they were both laughing at whatever it had been. She couldn’t remember being this happy.
She felt something tighten around her waist, and what felt to be the Doctor’s arms slowly morphed into something else. It was a bit too….something and the truth of the matter started peeking through the cracks. She’d never found the Doctor, she was stuck in a parallel universe! The ecstasy of this moment morphed into dread as she slowly awoke. Yet as it slipped away she grasped at it with both hands. She didn’t want this fantasy to end sooner than it had to.
Her eyes flashed open and her view landed on the ceiling. Her heart was pounding and she felt like crying.
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imagine rami malek showing up late to his ballroom dancing class and apologizing profusely to his instructor. as he takes his place, he tells himself that he will dance as furiously and as passionately as possible to make up for his tardiness
A shtriga case sets Dean on edge. “Dean what the hell is going on?” You ask. Dean sighs before explaining what happened.
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-Dean’s flashback & POV-
It was long before Y/N showed up into our lives, it was just me, Sam, and Katie. The three of us were staying in a hotel in Fort Douglas, Wisconsin.
Katie was just a baby at the time and we just ran out of diapers. Even though dad told me to stay put, I disobeyed him, I left the room to get some baby supplies for Katie. Both of them were already asleep by then- Katie fell asleep against Sam’s chest… I wished that I had a camera.
When I got back I saw that black robed son of a bitch feeding off of Sammy. I hesitated to fire the shotgun dad left because I didn’t want to hit my siblings. Dad burst through the door with his gun raised. “Get out of the way!” Dad yelled. I did as I was told. Dad shot the shtriga a few times causing it to leave. He then pulled my brother close to him, cradling his head. “Sammy. Sammy. Sammy. You okay?”
“Yeah Dad, what’s going on?” A confused and tired Sam asked in response.
“You all right?” Dad then looked at me with a disappointed look. “What happened?”
“We ran out of diapers… I left to go get some.”
“I told you not to leave this room. I told you not to let them out of your sight!”
-End of flashback-
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-No ones POV-
“Dad just … grabbed us and booked. Dropped us off at Pastor Jim’s about three hours away, but by the time he got back to Fort Douglas the shtriga had disappeared, it was just gone. It never surfaced until now. You know, Dad never spoke about it again, I didn’t ask. But he…ah…he looked at me different, you know? Which was worse. Not that I blame him. He gave me an order and I didn’t listen, I almost got you and Katie killed.” Dean says finishing up his explanation.
“You were just a kid.” Sam whispers.
“You shouldn’t be k—” You start to say.
“Don’t. Don’t. Dad knew this was unfinished business for me. He sent me here to finish it.” Dean interrupts.
“Okay… so now what?” Katie asks. This kid, Michael actually says he’d be the bait… because the shtriga hurt his little brother.
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One day the three of you are hanging out in the motel room, it was a hunt free day. Dean turns on some tunes, and well you can’t help it, you start to sway along to the beat song. Eventually that swaying turns into dancing with an imaginary partner.
“What are you doing kiddo?” Dean asks with a small laugh.
“This song was one of the few that played in the TARDIS and I ended up dancing with Jack, the Doctor and Rose.” You reply.
“You look ridiculous dancing like that by yourself.”
“You could join her, you know.” Katie says not bothering to look up from what she is doing.
“Yeah so could everyone else.” Dean states. You freeze when you hear the wheezing and groaning noise of the TARDIS. You walk over to the window and look out, a small smile forms on your face.
“Hello again old friend.” You mutter when you see the big blue box. “I’ll be back.” You say grabbing a room key, and heading out into the parking lot. You knock on the door expecting Jack to still be there and answering the door. Instead it’s Rose that answers.
“Y/N, it is so good to see you.” Rose says.
“You got the TARDIS working again?” You ask in response.
“Somewhat. I need some help though.”
“What’s going on?”
“It’s the Doctor- he’s changed.”
“What do you mean by changed?” Rose then explains that he changed everything about him with something that looked like nano genes, and she came to you because you had more knowledge about this kind of thing then she does. You don’t bother to ask how they found you, that’s not important at the moment. What is important at the moment is to calm your hysterical friend down.
“Rose?” Katie asks when you bring Rose inside. “How’d you get here?” Rose doesn’t answer because she’s in so much shock. You have your friend sit down, pressing a paper cup of coffee into her hands, then draping a blanket over her shoulders.
“I’m guessing you keep forgetting the Doctor is technically an alien even if he looks human.” You say sitting down next to your friend. She nods a little bit.
“He completely changed on me- that’s why I came to you… you deal with things like this constantly Y/N. I don’t.” Rose explains. “I don’t know what to do.”
“Can you explain how he changed?” Dean gently asks.
“This golden stuff came out of his head and hands… one moment he was the Doctor the next he was this stranger.”
“Okay, not a shape shifter… if he was a shape shifter it would’ve looked like someone was crawling out of someone else’s skin.” You throw your brother a bitch face. “What it’s true.”
“Do you mind not freaking Rose out more?” You reply. “That golden stuff was called regeneration energy, it’s how the Doctor’s people cheat death.” You grab your laptop and open a web browser and Google the Doctor. You then show Rose some of the past versions of the Doctor. “If he barely regenerated he’s going to need our help.”
“What do you mean?” Rose asks looking at you.
“Best way how to put it, he might be acting like a drunk.”
“(Nickname)?” Dean asks as Sam walks into the motel room burdened with supplies.
“Hey Rose. Where’s everyone else?” Sam asks setting down the supplies.
“That’s why she’s here Sammy, the Doctor needs help.” You answer. “Speaking of which the poor bloke is still in the TARDIS. I’ll be back.” You then head back to the TARDIS to find the Doctor looking like he is about to collapse. Your instincts take over and you catch him before he falls. “I got ya Doctor.” You say draping his arm around his shoulders helping him stay upright.
“Y/N Winchester…” He mutters.
“Stay with me Doctor- just a little further.” Your alien friend collapses as soon as the two of you enter the motel room. Thankfully Sam is right there to help you catch the time lord.
“You weren’t kidding about him being in rough shape.” Sam says. “So now what?” You place two fingers on the side of the Doctor’s neck, there’s one heart beat. You then move your hand to the other side of his neck- there’s the second heart. Both heartbeats are a little weak.
“Well, good news is that both hearts are working. Bad news his pulses are weak.” You say.
“Get ahold of John. He might know what to do.” Dean suggests.
“You are brilliant Dean.” You say as you fish out your laptop.
“Y/N, what’s going on?” Rose asks, the initial shock is over for now.
“Right now, taking care of you and the Doctor.”
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“Rose, duck.” You say when everyone was about to get killed by a spinning plant. Bullets don’t work on that sucker. Rose grabs the Doctor’s sonic screwdriver and puts it in the Doctor’s hand.
“Help me!” She says. The Doctor sits bolt upright and sonics that thing, causing the death plant to explode.
“Remote control. But who’s controlling it?” The Doctor asks. He then rubs his temples. “You woke me up too soon. I’m still regenerating. I’m bursting with energy.” As he says that some regeneration energy exits his mouth. “My head! I’m having a neuron implosion!”
“Need any pain killers Doc?” Dean asks. “I have some in my bag if you need them.”
“No, thanks for the offer… I need something but I can’t think of it.”
“Let us know when you remember.”
“How are you guys so calm about this?” Rose asks, as the Doctor goes down against the pillows again.
“Because we’re used to crazy shit like this.” Katie says. “This is pretty much an average day for us.”
“Nearly being killed by plant is a new one.” Dean points out. You start to do something on your laptop. You press play on a video that is on the BBC news website. Your eyebrows furrow together.
“Rose, did you understand any of that?” You ask your friend referring to the alien language in the video. Rose shakes her head. “Great…”
“What’s going on?” Sam asks.
“How should I know, the part of the TARDIS that translates alien languages isn’t working.” You answer throwing a glance at the Doctor’s limp form, before returning your attention back to your laptop. “HOLY SHIT!”
“What?” Katie asks.
“Newest headline… all across the globe people are standing on rooftops about ready to jump.”
“I think we need to get to the TARDIS.” Dean suggests.
“Good idea. Someone help me with the Doctor.” Rose states.
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Once inside the Tardis there is a jolt and the TARDIS is moving, except the engines aren’t on. Dean lets out a string of curse words and flying. “Dean, the engines aren’t even on! Something actually picked up the TARDIS.” You state accidentally knocking over a cup of tea. When the TARDIS stops moving everyone except the Doctor pokes their heads out of the police box.
“Rose. Rose! I’ve got you. My Lord. Oh, my precious thing. The Doctor, is he with you?” The prime minister says when she helps Rose catch her balance.
“No. We’re on our own.” Rose replies.
“The yellow and (hair color) girl. They have the clever blue box. Therefore, they speak for your planet.” The person with a translating machine says. He also says Sycorax, you guess that is what this alien species is called.
“Any idea on what to say?” You ask softly to your friend who shakes her head. “Improvising it is then.”
“We, er, I address the Sycorax according to Article Fifteen of the Shadow Proclamation. I command you to leave this world with all the authority of the Slitheen Parliament of Raxacoricofallapatorius, and er, the Gelth Confederacy as er, sanctioned by the Mighty Jagrafess and, oh, the Daleks! Now, leave this planet in peace! In peace.” Rose says. The Sycorax roar with laughter.
“You are very, very funny. And now you’re going to die.” The translator says.
“Touch my kid sister and you get a bullet to the face.” Dean growls. The prime minister isn’t much better then your brother. While the translator is translating the Sycorax suddenly starts speaking English. You and Rose share a look and smile.
“It’s working!” Both of you say in unison. That’s when the Doctor walks out with a cocky smirk.
“Did you miss me?” He asks, as the Sycorax cracks a whip and the Doctor catches it and yanks the whip out of their hand. “You could have someone’s eye out with that.”
“How dare!” The Sycorax in charge nearly yells. After breaking a club over his knee, the Doctor smiles at you, your family and your friend.
“You just can’t get the staff. Now, you, just wait. I’m busy. Y/N and Katie, hello! And Harriet Jones MP for Flydale North. Blimey, it’s like ‘This is Your Life’. Tea! That’s all I needed, a good cup of tea! Superheated infusion of free radicals and tannin. Just the thing for healing the synapses. Now, first thing’s first. Be honest, how do I look?” The Doctor states looking at you and Rose.
“Er, different.” Rose answers.
“Good different or bad different?”
“Am I ginger?”
“No, you’re just sort of brown.” The doctor pouts like a kicked puppy.
“I wanted to be ginger. I’ve never been ginger. And you, Rose Tyler, fat lot of good you were. You gave up on me. Oh, that’s rude. That’s the sort of man I am now, am I? Rude. Rude and not ginger.” You snicker softly to yourself. The prime minister doesn’t want to believe that the Doctor is actually the Doctor.
“If I might interrupt.” The leader of the Sycorax says.
“Yes, sorry. Hello, big fellow.”
“Who exactly are you?”
“Well, that’s the question.” You bite your tongue to stop yourself from saying ‘I thought it was to be or not to be.’
“I demand to know who you are!”
“I don’t know! See, here’s the thing. I’m the Doctor, but beyond that, I just don’t know. I literally do not know who I am.” The doctor states. “It’s all untested. Am I funny? Am I sarcastic? Sexy? Right old misery? Life and soul? Right handed? Left handed? A gambler? A fighter? A coward? A traitor? A liar? A nervous wreck? I mean, judging by the evidence, I’ve certainly got a gob. And how am I going to react when I see this, a great big threatening button. A great big threatening button which must not be pressed under any circumstances, am I right? Let me guess. It’s some sort of control matrix, hmm? Hold on, what’s feeding it?” You’re starting to like this version of the Doctor more then the Doctor you first met. The Doctor opens up a panel and continues to ramble. “And what’ve we got here? Blood? Yeah, definitely blood. Human blood. A Positive, with just a dash of iron. Ah, but that means blood control. Blood control! Oh, I haven’t seen blood control for years. You’re controlling all the A Positives. Which leaves us with a great big stinking problem. Because I really don’t know who I am. I don’t know when to stop. So if I see a great big threatening button which should never, ever, ever be pressed, then I just want to do this.” The crazy time lord hits the flashing button.
“No!” You, Rose and the prime minister say in unison. The button doesn’t do anything to the ship, you later find out that everyone with A Positive blood has gotten off the rooftops and went home. The Doctor starts talking to the Sycorax again.
“Well, yeah, you could, yeah, you could do that, of course you could. But why? Look at these people. These human beings. Consider their potential. From the day they arrive on the planet and blinking step into the sun, there is more to see than can ever be seen. More to do than. No, hold on. Sorry, that’s The Lion King. But the point still stands. Leave them alone!” You and your family snort when he says the Lion King.
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“You can always come with us Y/N.” The Doctor offers after everything.
“Maybe next time. Right this instant my family needs my help.” You reply. “But don’t worry, I’ll call if I need you.”
“Fair enough. See you around Winchesters.”
“Later Doctor!” You and your siblings wave as the TARDIS leaves the motel parking lot.
“So, now what?” Dean asks. “Things go back to normal then?”
“Normal? Normal is boring.” You joke. “I say we follow the road and see where it takes us.”