spaceships are hard

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For the lonely astronaut and the alien full of longing. 

dimensionhoppingrose  asked:

Okay okay something happy. Um. OH. TenToo/Rose have a son, who comes home one day and tells them he's gay, and the Doctor is - well, the Doctor XD

*cracks knuckes* Let’s do this!

He’d been wanting to tell his parents for awhile now, but he didn’t know how. Should he tell his Mum first or his Dad? Both together? Separately? Or maybe he should tell his older sister first, and she’d tell him what to do.

The Doctor is tinkering in his office with some sort long metal tube thing that might have been a spaceship if you squinted hard enough and tilted your head a bit. Anyways, he’s tinkering when he hears his son come in.

“Dad, can I tell you something?”

“Of course. You know you always can.”

The Doctor continues to fiddle with the spaceship in his hands.

“Dad.”

“Yeah?”

His son sighs and his next words come out in a rush.

“I’mattractedtoboys.”

“Uh huh, that’s nice. Can you hand me that little micro-laser…that thing to your left next to the spanner?”

“Dad, did you hear me?”

“Uh huh, I always hear you.”

“Dad. I’m gay.”

“Yep.”

His son is now really frustrated and getting upset, thinking his Dad isn’t actuallly paying attention, or caring.

“Whatever.” He throws the micro-laser onto the table in front of his dad. “Knew this was a bad idea. Forget it.”

That finally snags the Doctor’s complete attention.

“Wait wait wait. Stop.”

“You obviously don’t fucking care.”

The Doctor is too shocked and wounded to reprimand his 15 year old on his language.

“What makes you say that?”

His son’s eyes are glistening now and he’s shaking from head to toe. The Doctor springs up from his workbench and envelops him into the biggest hug.

“Don’t you ever say that. Or think that. I care about everything going on in your life, and I am so, so sorry if I ever made you think otherwise.”

“Were you even listening to me?”

“Of course,” the Doctor soothes. “You’re gay.”

His son his shocked.

“You-you’re not angry? Or upset?”

The Doctor is confused.

“No? Why would I be?”

This makes his son cry harder and cling to the Doctor. The Doctor’s heart breaks. His son had really worked himself into quite the state, and the Doctor hated that his son had been dreading his reaction.

“Easy does it,” the Doctor murmured, rocking his son back and forth. “Breathe. There we go. Why were you so nervous to tell me? And why did you think I didn’t care?”

“You didn’t say anything.”

“I didn’t think anything needed to be said,” the Doctor says honestly. “It’s like when you were seven and told your Mum and me you wanted to quit football and wanted to learn to play the piano. It’s just who you are and what you want. Who am I to tell you how to live your life?”

“But… But I’m not normal.”

He spits the word out bitterly, and the Doctor holds him tighter.

“Who said you’re not normal?” he asks softly. 

His son shrugs.

“It’s just…you have Mum, Grandma has Grandpa, Tony has whatever her name is… I feel like I’m…”

“Hey, now,” the Doctor says gently. “Everybody is free to love or be attracted to whomever they’d like. Just because all you’ve seen are cases of heterosexuality, that doesn’t make it the default. You are who you are, and that’s fantastic.”

His son shudders in the Doctor’s arms.

There is suddenly a knock on the door, and Rose pops her head in.

“Is everything all right, I heard some…”

She freezes when she sees her son sobbing in her husbands arms, and she casts a panicked look at the Doctor. He shakes his head subtly, and mouths to her that they’ll be out in a minute. He can see she wants to protest, but she finally gives in and latches the door behind her.

“I think we’ve worried your Mum a bit,” the Doctor said lightly. “Shall we go out and have a chat with her?”

His son stiffens a bit, and the Doctor gives him another squeeze.

“You’re perfect just the way you are,” he said firmly. “Your Mum agrees. We love you so very much. Nothing will ever change that.”

His son nods and sniffs, running his hands over his face.

“There we go,” the Doctor soothes. “Feel better?”

His son nods.

“How long have you been wanting to tell me?” The Doctor is honestly curious.

“Awhile now,” he mumbles. “Just didn’t know how.”

“You can always tell me anything, you know that, right? I don’t care what it is. Don’t be scared to come talk to me. You’re my son, and nothing you could ever do or say would make me stop loving you. Okay?”

His son gives him a shy smile, and nods.

“Right. Shall we go talk to your mother and reassure her you’re not dying of some terminal illness? You know that now what she’s probably thinking.”

His son giggles, and then he wraps his arms once more around his Dad.

“Thanks, Dad.”

“Always.”

The Doctor is about to swing open the door of the workshop when he turns back to his son.

“So, anyone caught your eye yet?”

His son flushes furiously and mumbles, “Kid in my maths class.”

“What’s his name? When do we get to meet him?”

“Daaaad.”

“Oi, don’t think you’re getting out of it that easily! I’m screening your boyfriends just as much as I do your sister’s.”

His son groans loudly, but his heart jumps with happiness, as he pushes past his Dad to go talk with his Mum.

come talk tentoo x rose with me!!

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