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Request: (13) Don’t worry, I’ve got you.  (40) I’ll keep you safe. Colour: Grey

Requester: Anon

Pairing: Eleventh Doctor x Platonic!Companion!Reader

Warning: None

Words: 1329

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You speed around the corner and rested your back against the cool metal wall as you tried to catch your breath. Closing your eyes, a tear escaped down your cheek. You and he had planned on a relaxing day in modern Paris when a hoard of Cybermen decided to attack the city. With only a glimpse and scan of the surroundings, they had remembered who The Doctor was and chased both of you through the streets. The Doctor disappeared when you had run into the warehouse.

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A/N: This is my first imagine about the Doctor and my first imagine without the Joker so this is kind of new to me. I hope this one is okay, I wasn’t really sure on where to go with it. Feedback is very much welcomed, please tell me if you’d like to read more of this or if you’d rather not :)

Request(s):

Anonymous: Oooohhh could I please get a super fluffy Tenth Doctor? Like reader is insecure about everything and like “why did the doctor pick me?!” And he just reassures her and tells her she’s perfect and he wouldn’t want anyone else traveling all of time and space with him.

Warning(s): None.

Word count: 1,196

MASTERLIST


It was rough travelling with the Doctor, you could never deny that, but somehow the thrill and the rush of it all just drew you into a deep dark pit that you couldn’t get out of. That was the thing, it was all just so addictive.

An unexpected trip to the 1900’s had brought you here, sitting alone in the TARDIS’ console room as you listened to the deep and comforting hum that she provided, your thoughts clouding your mind as all you could think about how bad you felt about yourself. You’d never normally feel this way because the Doctor was just so good at making you feel special and taking your mind off things by showing you the stars, but it came a time where even the brightest of sun’s couldn’t wipe away the feeling that had stuck to you.

Aliens weren’t known to be the kindest of creatures, of course, and you were quite aware of that. You had your fair share of abductions, beatings and threats over the duration of your travelling with the Doctor but nothing really prepared you for this. It wasn’t even an alien that had caused you to feel so low. At least you didn’t think it was. You guessed it was just a human. A plain old human who happened to be at the wrong place at the wrong time and happened to know just a little too much about you and the Doctor. Whatever it was and wherever it was from, the words it spat out hit you like a ton of bricks and you could just feel yourself sinking deeper and deeper into disappear.

You almost never knew where he was, the Doctor, but you could guarantee he had an amazing story to tell when he came back and found you. You were shocked that he even let you out on your own in such an unfamiliar place, or maybe he was just clumsy and got too excited for his own good. Either way, you had returned to the TARDIS in a fit of tears after the encounter with the thing, whatever it was and slumped on the chair, grateful that the Doctor wasn’t here to see you in such a state. You were a strong woman and had never cried for your own misfortune in front of him before and you wanted to keep it that way.

It wasn’t long until he burst through the wooden doors holding numerous items in hands with a huge grin on his face, his mouth running a marathon like it always did. Oh how you loved this man. He was extraordinary.

He stopped halfway through his story about his own little adventure and the gifts he had brought you when he spotted your slightly smudged makeup and the fake smile that you had plastered across your face. There was nothing that could get past him.

“A- Are you okay, Y/N?” He asked softly, setting the items down on the floor before he slowly walked over to your slouching figure, the sudden concern in his tone making you feel more emotional than ever. It was very unusual for him to see you like this and it was difficult for him to know what to do in this sort of situation, especially since it was you. He cared a great deal for you and it broke his hearts whenever something happened.

You were quick to nod and blink back the freshly formed tears that threatened to spill as he crouched down in front of you, his warm hands resting on your knees in his attempt to comfort you. Those lovable dark brown eyes caught yours in a long and hard stare, his face softening when a slight whimper escaped your lips. “It’s just- I just feel like- Oh I don’t know.”

He furrowed his eyebrows and motioned for you to carry on, his large alien hand now taking your small human one, his thumb rubbing small circles on your skin as he concentrated on you.

“Why did you pick me, Doctor? Really? I’m nothing.” You blurted out, a single salty tear escaping from your eye and running down your cheek.  The Doctor frowned when the words came out your mouth, a sudden wave of hurt overtaking him. He couldn’t understand why you were sad like this and then for you to doubt yourself in such a horrible way just upset him deeply. You looked so helpless and depressed and he couldn’t bare to see you like that. “You’d be better off with someone else.”

“What’s made you say this?”

You shrugged, averting your eyes away from his gaze and looking at your black shoes which were nearly touching his, his crouching figure making the bottom half of the suit almost too tight for him. You didn’t like acting this way in front of the Doctor but once the book had been opened, it was extremely difficult to close. You decided not to tell the Doctor about the events that had caused you to be upset because you knew that he could get very protective and there was no way the Doctor would let it go. You just wanted to forget about it.

The Doctor suddenly sprung to his feet, making you jump at the unexpected movement. His hand was still attached to yours as he pulled you up and lead you to the controls. You were confused as to what he was doing. He was pulling leavers, flicking switches and pressing buttons here, there and everywhere while you used your sleeve to pat dry your tear stained cheeks, the TARDIS beginning to slowly move. Moments later, she came to a halt and the Doctor plodded down to the door, motioning for you to follow him.

The doors swung open and an amazing sight of the Earth in the solar system met your eyes, the natural processes taking place in the atmosphere and the all the wonderful things about a human life happening in front of you. It never failed to astonish you with all the places the Doctor took you to. Even simple things like planet Earth would get you all excited and giddy. That’s just the effect the Doctor had on you.

“See this?” He pointed to the Earth. “There’s no one else living on there who I would rather have with me. No one. And if you can’t believe me then I will keep telling you everyday. You’re the perfect companion, you’re my shining star, Y/N. I don’t know how you don’t see it.”

His simple words comforted you greatly and in an instant you felt your mood rise, your heart warming and a feeling of love filling you up. A small smile crept onto your lips as you continued to fix your eyes on your home planet as it rotated, bathing in the hot sun millions of miles away while the Doctor wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you into his side. The heat radiating from his body relaxed you, a sweet hum sounding from the Doctor as you both stood peacefully watching the world go by, feeling nothing more than love and happiness.


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anonymous asked:

The pitter-pat of bare feet on the TARDIS grate filled the console room long before the owner of the feet made it in. "Oi, you get back here right now!" rang out, followed by a little giggle and faster feet. Crouching by the entryway, the Doctor caught his daughter in his arms and swung her over his head. That made her laugh and clap, until Rose exploded into the room. "Bathroom. NOW." "Don't wanna!" The Doctor swung his little blonde pixie onto his shoulders. "What if Papa helps you tonight?"

Ahhhh kid!fic! Domestics on the TARDIS! Thank you, ask box fairy! :D You are making me very happy tonight. 

New Light 1/3

Prompt fill for @doctorroseprompts . Prompt is Rose outlives Tentoo. Also a twelve x Rose reunion fic. 

Twelve x Rose | Teen | Beta’ed by Catherine | Part 1/3 | Read the rest here: http://archiveofourown.org/works/11078286

Bill
Bill Potts woke up from a nightmare in the middle of the night, still convinced that she could feel her hands slipping from a broken lever. Could still feel herself falling. The odd thing was, it felt like a memory.

Bill slid out of bed, deciding to see if the TARDIS was as infinite as she’d been told. She wasn’t paying much attention to where her feet carried her, until she reached the TARDIS console room.

Smiling, she gently patted the console. The ship let out a quiet, urgent hum in response. Bill got the strange sense that the impossible ship was trying to tell her something.

She looked down, shaking her head. That was when she noticed the pair of sneakered feet sticking out from behind the console. The Doctor didn’t wear shoes like that, and the legs appeared to be female. They weren’t moving. Bill, overwhelmed by concern for the unknown woman, momentarily threw caution to the four winds. She straightened and rounded the console.

A young woman lay there, face down. Her blonde hair was fanned out over the floor, and she wore jeans and a blue-black leather jacket. Bill wondered briefly how she’d gotten on the TARDIS. She knelt down beside the woman, momentarily afraid that she wasn’t breathing. Flipping the unconscious woman onto her back, Bill felt around for a pulse, and breathed a sigh of relief when she found one.

Abruptly a feverish hand latched onto her wrist with bruising strength. Burning golden eyes snapped open, boring into Bill’s dark ones. That couldn’t be normal. The woman seemed to be struggling to speak. Bill leaned in closer to hear. “The Doctor… need the Doctor.”

Bill recoiled slightly. She knew about the Doctor. “I don’t think that’s wise. I can get Nardole, though.”

The woman sat up with an effort, and whispered two words into Bill’s ear. “Tell the Doctor that. He’ll listen.” She went limp, and Bill eased her gently to the ground. Bill left to go get the Doctor, those eerie words still ringing in her ears.

The Doctor
The Doctor leaned back in a plush red armchair, fingers steepled over his middle. As he often did at this time of night, his mind wandered into the past, and remembered the many faces that dwelled there.
Scarlette.
Riversong.
Jo.
Tegan.
Charley.

But there was one face and name he had tried and mostly failed to forget.

In his ninth body, her love had been the only reason he’d seen fit to keep living. In his tenth, her smile had been etched onto his very hearts, a testament to his love for her. Even after he’d lost her. In his eleventh incarnation, the ache no longer threatened his very existence, though he still felt like fragile glass. In this body, the knife-sharp pain of losing her had faded to a mere tingle.

But his love for her burned as bright as the golden flame she’d once been. He suspected he’d carry that love to the end. His end, because she’d been dead and gone for centuries.

Her name was Rose Tyler, and she was the one woman for whom the Doctor had broken the Time Lord’s rules.

But it hadn’t been enough. The Doctor tried to forget her, and most nights he succeeded. Some nights, like tonight, Rose seemed closer than ever. On these nights, he could almost remember her face, and all of her deeds burned bright, as if inscribed on the night sky, from Bad Wolf to striding parallel to parallel.

It had been eleven hundred years since he’d last touched Rose Tyler. Since he’d last seen her face.

The Doctor sighed, lifted a hand to rub his face - and stopped. Bill stood in the door, a look of near-panic on her face. Then she said two words that sent all the blood rushing out of his face. “Bad Wolf.” She blurted.

Up until that point, the Doctor had been ignoring the input from his telepathic centres. A constellation of billions of tiny sparks of life burst inside his brain. Including one inside the TARDIS. The Doctor didn’t even bother to say anything, just bolted for the console room with all of his considerable speed.

He skidded to a halt just on the other side of the console, and slowly picked his way to her. Her face was blurred and faded in his memory, but he had no doubt that the unconscious woman who lay on the floor of his TARDIS was one Rose Tyler.

Joy and terror chased each other around his hearts in equal measure. She was alive! But Rose might not stay that way if he didn’t do something. There wasn’t even a question. The Doctor scooped her up and headed for the medbay at a brisk jog.

Bill
She stood in the door of the medbay, watching as the Doctor listened with a stethoscope to the unconscious woman’s heartbeat. Bill had seen the Doctor sarcastic, serious, and silly, but never tender. It was quite obvious that he loved the woman, whoever she was. So why had he never mentioned her?

Rose
Rose’s world was a hazy sea of pain. There was something wrong with her hearts - no, wait, that couldn’t be right. Rose only had one. Didn’t she? Nevertheless, her senses were telling her otherwise. Slowly Rose became aware of her surroundings. She was lying on a cold, metallic table. The cold metal of a stethoscope pressed into her skin.

Sound came next. She could hear the beating of five hearts, including her own. Over that, she could hear two voices, one conversational, the other sounding rather grumpy. The grumpy voice had a pleasant Scottish accent, the other a cheerful London accent much like her own. “She’s waking up.”

“Just who is ‘she’? You never said, Doctor.” The last bit was less cheerful and more accusing. Wait, what? Doctor? Rose sat up so fast that she overbalanced and started to fall over again. Two strong hands caught her and lowered her back down.

Rose belatedly opened her eyes. Two faces loomed over her. One was young, female, and inquisitive. Her telepathic senses told her that the other face belonged to the Doctor. Rose studied him curiously, while wondering which face this was. He had an age worn face, with piercing ice blue eyes, attack eyebrows, and a sharp expression that softened somewhat when he looked at her.

Rose made an effort to sit up more slowly this time, and watched with amusement as the Doctor hovered like a mother hen. She could feel the young woman watching them curiously. Rose realised that she was being just slightly rude to the Doctor’s friend. She twisted as much as she could without falling over. Extending a friendly hand, Rose grinned. “Hi, I’m Rose Tyler. What’s your name?”

The other woman gingerly shook Rose’s hand, as if she thought she might bite. “Bill Potts.” Rose was dismayed to see faint, fingerprint-shaped bruises on Bill’s wrist, even more so when she realised that she had put them there. Her grin faded.

Bill looked between her and the Doctor. “So how do you know the Doctor?” A wave of memories punched Rose in the gut.

Her first Doctor, spinning her around while music lit the air. Bad Wolf. Changing, seeing everything. A broken lever. Striding parallel to parallel, determined to find the Doctor. Then, later, came the memory of a broken, dying Doctor.

Rose had cried when the timelines were altered, knowing that her Doctor had died, and there was nothing she could do about it. She’d walked away, for pete’s sake. Rose knew her eyes were overflowing with memories. “I knew him a long time ago. He was a different person back then.”

Rose could feel the Doctor’s flinch. She instantly regretted her words. Rose hadn’t meant it that way, but she didn’t know what to say to fix it, not with Bill there.

Bill looked between the two of them, those sharp, curious eyes seeming to zero in on everything between them. “I’m going to the kitchen to fix myself a cuppa. Do either of you want anything?” They both shook their heads.

Bill walked out with casual, I’m totally not up to something nonchalance. Rose chuckled slightly, shaking her head. At the Doctor’s odd look, she elaborated. “I think Bill ships us.” This got her a downright comical look of complete bewilderment. “The Doctor, the other Doctor, discovered a phrase called shipping, which means to want to people to be in a relationship. It was popular for about fifty years in the other universe.”

The Doctor
He watched with longing as Rose looked at him with merriment lighting up her eyes. Then sadness dimmed her eyes from luminous amber-gold to bitter, brittle chocolate. “How long has it been for you?”

The Doctor swiped a hand over his face in weary frustration. “Eleven hundred fifty six years and three days.”

Rose’s eyes widened, and she let out a slightly shaky laugh. “It’s only been sixty years for me.” Rose brushed a hand lightly over his face. “How many?”

He didn’t have to ask her to expound on that statement. “Two faces. I’m on my thirteenth regeneration, twelfth face.”

Rose grinned teasingly. “If Jackie were around to see us now, she’d have a heart attack from the age difference.”

The Doctor laughed, and was surprised by how good it felt. “As long as she doesn’t hypothetically slap me.” He paused. “What I don’t understand is how in the name of Rassilon you got on the TARDIS while she was in flight. Or how you now have two hearts and register to my telepathic senses.”

Rose ran a hand through her hair, looking tired. “It’s a long story.”

The Doctor snorted. “Then I suspect I’ll be here for a while.”

Rose smiled at him. “Rude.”

He smiled back, remembering the other half of their old joke. “And not ginger.”

Rose took a deep breath, and began to tell the story. “About ten years ago, not long after the other Doctor’s death, I noticed that the walls of the universe were permeable. Things started coming through. Even a TARDIS or two. Around that time, someone tried to mug me, and Bad Wolf came back.”

The Doctor studied her face. Were those flecks of gold in her eyes? The Doctor reluctantly pulled himself from his thoughts. “What happened next?”

Rose smiled. “When I woke up from it, I could see timelines. And in one, my timeline interwove with yours.” She played with a lock of hair, seemingly lost in thought. “Bad Wolf and I ran through countless universes in search of you. We met several versions of you, parallel versions. One actually had destroyed Gallifrey. Oddly enough, he lived with a Time Lady version of me. Strange looking bloke. Wore Victorian clothes, and had longish curly hair.” She broke off at the Doctor’s look. “You’re not seriously telling me you regenerated into him once?”

The Doctor nodded, feeling somewhat embarrassed of that incarnation. He’d been ridiculously sappy.

Rose’s eyes lit up, obviously delighted to have something to tease him about. “Don’t worry, Doctor. You’re always a pretty boy to me, no matter what face you wear.” She leaned up to kiss his cheek.

The Doctor touched the spot where her lips had rested, feeling odd. It had been so long since he’d last seen Rose, he wasn’t quite sure how to react to her. The Doctor stood up and began to pace, deep in thought. “So you’ve noticed changes in increments, every time you became Bad Wolf. The first level of change was extended lifespan. The second was probably telepathy and time senses. And so on. But this time, something was different. This time, you’d reached the maximum amount of changes. When Bad Wolf manifested, for the final time, there weren’t any more modifications to achieve. So Rose, you can’t become Bad Wolf again. It’ll kill you or force you to regenerate.”

No reply, except a tiny, soft snore. The Doctor turned around. Rose was curled up in a ball, one fist tangled in his discarded coat.

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“So where—or should I say when—do you want to go?”

“I couldn’t possibly choose; just pick somewhere—anywhere!” Adam enthused, turning in a circle where he stood on the TARDIS’s console room platform, staring at everything with wide eyes.

Pulling levers and pushing buttons, the Doctor smiled at her new companion’s enthusiasm and announced, “Setting course for adventure in the great, wide somewhere!”

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Bill Potts woke up from a nightmare in the middle of the night, still convinced that she could feel her hands slipping from a broken lever. Could still feel herself falling. The odd thing was, it felt like a memory. Bill slid out of bed, deciding to see if the TARDIS was as infinite as she’d been told. She wasn’t paying much attention to where her feet carried her, until she reached the TARDIS console room. Smiling, she gently patted the console. The ship let out a quiet, urgent hum in response. Bill got the strange sense that the impossible ship was trying to tell her something. She looked down, shaking her head. That was when she noticed the pair of sneakered feet sticking out from behind the console. The Doctor didn’t wear shoes like that, and the legs appeared to be female. They weren’t moving. Bill, overwhelmed by concern for the unknown woman, momentarily threw caution to the four winds. She straightened and rounded the console. A young woman lay there, face down. Her blonde hair was fanned out over the floor, and she wore jeans and a blue-black leather jacket. Bill wondered briefly how she’d gotten on the TARDIS. She knelt down beside the woman, momentarily afraid that she wasn’t breathing. Flipping the unconscious woman onto her back, Bill felt around for a pulse, and breathed a sigh of relief when she found one. Abruptly a feverish hand latched onto her wrist with bruising strength. Burning golden eyes snapped open, boring into Bill’s dark ones. That couldn’t be normal. The woman seemed to be struggling to speak. Bill leaned in closer to hear. “The Doctor… need the Doctor.” Bill recoiled slightly. She knew about the Doctor. “I don’t think that’s wise. I can get Nardole, though.” The woman sat up with an effort, and whispered two words into Bill’s ear. “Tell the Doctor that. He’ll listen.” She went limp, and Bill eased her gently to the ground. Bill left to go get the Doctor, those eerie words still ringing in her ears.

The Doctor leaned back in a plush red armchair, fingers steepled over his middle. As he often did at this time of night, his mind wandered into the past, and remembered the many faces that dwelled there. Scarlette. Riversong. Jo. Peri. Charley. But there was one face and name he had tried and mostly failed to forget. In his ninth body, her love had been the only reason he’d seen fit to keep living. In his tenth, her smile had been etched onto his very hearts, a testament to his love for her. Even after he’d lost her. In his eleventh incarnation, the ache no longer threatened his very existence, though he still felt like fragile glass. In this body, the knife-sharp pain of losing her had faded to a mere tingle. But his love for her burned as bright as the golden flame she’d once been. He suspected he’d carry that love to the end. His end, because she’d been dead and gone for centuries. Her name was Rose Tyler, and she was the one woman for whom the Doctor had broken the Time Lord’s rules. But it hadn’t been enough. The Doctor tried to forget her, and most nights he succeeded. Some nights, like tonight, Rose seemed closer than ever. On these nights, he could almost remember her face, and all of her deeds burned bright, as if inscribed on the night sky, from Bad Wolf to striding parallel to parallel.

—  New Light 

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He scrubbed his hands over his face, trying to erase the sickening memory of Rose without hers. "Stars help me, old girl," he murmured to the TARDIS, the console room barely illuminated in neon. "But I love her. And I've got no clue what to do about it." The ship was silent. "Really? You're nudging me all the time and now you've got nothing to say?" He sighed. "Suppose there isn't much to say. I love her. That's it." In the dark hallway, Rose clutched her tea and desperately hoped he meant it.

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Mark Barton Hill's recreation part original/part replica TOM BAKER TARDIS CONSOLE room
Great photos by the wonderful Paul Dykes of my work at The Doctor Who Experience. I have lovingly re-created the TARDIS console room that I saw in 1983 aged 7 at the 20th anniversary celebrations at Longleat House. I used some salvaged original parts and scaled it all up from them. It was featured in the 50th anniversary trailer and has lots of unique genuine switches and controls, making it the most authentic looking console.

Really, really nice photoset of the Season 20 TARDIS console. This thing had better find a loving home when the exhibit shuts down. (woes!)