Timing - Eleventh Doctor X Reader
Warnings: Minor language
Summary: The Doctor (Eleven) is tries to get the confidence to tell the reader how he feels, but she takes the opportunity to get lost in the Tardis.
Giving oneself a pep-talk was much more difficult than it seemed, and unfortunately, the Doctor was learning it first hand.
For the thousandth time that evening, he banged his head against the library wall. “You can do this,” he muttered to himself. “Its just Y/N.”
Actually, that was the exact problem. Every time he even thought about her lately, he couldn’t help but feel… Funny. It was only recently he faced the facts and figured out what exactly that funny feeling was.
Head over heels in love. He tried not to let it happen, but here he was now, banging his head against a wall while she was in her room, probably texting some human boy that was much more handsome than himself with cooler bowties.
And damn, he really was in trouble now, wasn’t he?
“You’re a Time Lord, you shouldn’t have to deal with this.” He kept on muttering to himself, hoping to calm himself down. It wasn’t working.
“You’re going to do this,” he said, trying to raise his hopes. “You are the last Time Lord of Galifrey, and you are going to tell that girl how you feel.”
He stood back from the wall and took a deep breath, leaving the library. He could feel his confidence wavering as he got to her door and knocked. And when she didn’t answer, it came close to crumbling. He shook off the doubt and cleared his throat.
“Y/N? Are you in there? I need to… Talk to you.”
I sound like an idiot, don’t I?He thought.
When he got no reply, he said louder: “Y/N?”
He furrowed his brow before heading off to the console room She must be there instead.
But she wasn’t. She wasn’t in there, and the confidence he was had fell into a panicy mess. Quickly, he began a scan of the ship, looking for life forms. He breathed a sigh of relief when he saw what was surely her appear on the map.
Why in the world was she so deep in the Tardis? he thought. She was so far back, how did she even get there?
Whatever the reason, the Doctor knew he had to go after her.
So, he weaved in and out of the Tardis halls, making left turns then right turns and lefts again and rights again… When he felt he was drawing close to where she was, he began to call out her name.
“Y/N!” he shouted, over and over. It wasn’t long until his cries became more panicky when he was answered with silence.
He gave another desperate yell, louder than any pervious. This time, he received a small reply:
He breathed a sigh of relief, straining to hear her. He ran in the direction he thought it was from.
He rounded the corner, and grinned. Y/N was standing there with wide eyes, and he ran forward to pull her in his arms. He held her tightly and felt her smile.
Pulling back, he placed his hands on her shoulders and looked at her face. “What happened?”
She looked at him sheepishly. “I got lost.”
“Well, you had me worried sick,” he said. “A on top of that, you have absolutely the worst timing ever.”
She furrowed her brow in what the Doctor would consider a very cute way. “What do you mean?”
He took a deep breath. “I mean it took me all day to build up the courage to do this.”
He pressed his lips to hers, and after the initial surprise, she melted into it before breaking away to breathe. The pair grinned at each other, faces red as the Doctor fidgeted a bit.
“Well,” Y/N said, smiling ear from ear. “If you still have the courage, I wouldn’t mind doing that again.”