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Chapter 23: Star-Crossed Lovers
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Minerva and Zohar sat inside one of the sitting rooms of the castle, catching up on the most recent news Minerva had to announce. There was big news to tell, after all, and Minerva couldn't wait!
"You're really getting married!?" Zohar squealed like a little five year old at the news, making Minerva laugh, "Oh my moon's sake! That's fantastic!"
"Yeah?" Minerva was so relieved to hear that another Moontsay besides her was happy to know she was getting married, she only hoped her grandfather would have the same reaction when she told him.
"Yes! When is it!?"
"In a couple hours," Minerva replied, "Stacey, Donna, and Martha are already working so all you need to do is take this," she handed Zohar a vortex manipulator, "And just teleport to that location," she pointed to the already inscribed coordinates, "And don't even try moving it, alright?"
"Got it, princess. So, how's about that dress? Do you have one? Cos you know the Moontsays here are already working on your wardrobe."
"No, I don't want them to know yet," Minerva clarified, "Plus, I've got my dress on Earth already. But as for the Moontsays, I'm going to talk to my grandfather and see what he thinks and then once I'm married I'll announce it to the people."
"How do you think Mayar's going to take it?" Zohar asked...right when Mayar himself entered the room.
"What am I supposed to take?" Mayar looked from one woman to the other.
Minerva looked at Zohar and nodded for her to leave them alone for the moment, "I'll see you there," she called after Zohar.
"Of course," Zohar left the room.
"Hi grandpa..." Minerva waved nervously. She had purposely waited to tell her grandfather at the last minute to avoid as much as problems.
"Kaeya, what is going on? You may have regenerated twice but it's still pretty easy to tell when you're hiding something," Mayar crossed his arms, "Your father had that same look whenever he did something wrong."
"I didn't do anything wrong and I'm not hiding anything," she clarified, "That's why I'm here," she gestured to the spot she stood in, "Up front, telling you face to face."
"What's there to tell?" he raised an eyebrow.
"Okay look, I'm just gonna come out and say it..." she took a deep breath, "...the Doctor and I are getting married today, couple hours from now actually." She checked her watch to make sure.
Mayar's eyes widened, his arms dropping to his sides, "You're...you're what?"
"I'm getting married and...I'd really love it if you'd come," she hurried up to him, taking his hand, "We've chosen this little place on Earth where all our friends are gonna come and...and I'd really, really, really, really, really want you to be there too. You're adapted far enough to last at least an hour on earth which is all I need from you and..."
Mayar took his hand away from hers, making her sigh. She watched silently as the man began pacing back and forth, only guessing what he'd have to say about this.
"You are out of your mind!" he began with a clear ole shout, "You can't get married! You're just a girl!"
"Now grandpa," she put her hands on her hips, "You and I both know that I am way past the coming of age for the Moontsay's. I'm 903 years old and perfectly capable of being a wife...sort of..." she admitted she had no clue how to be a perfect wife but she'd work on it really hard to keep the Doctor happy.
"But you're not even ready to take the reigns of the kingdom!" Mayar continued, "Not to mention you're getting married to a Time Lord," he spat like it was the worst thing possible, which for him really was, "Can you imagine what the people are going to say about this?"
"May I remind you that we are all Time Lords in a way," Minerva began her case with the obvious, "We're of the same species—"
"No, we are not!" Mayar snapped, "My people aren't the cause of dozens of species' demise!"
"And neither is the Doctor!" Martha exclaimed, "Grandfather, this is my life, it's my heart, and I want to get married. And as for the kingdom, if you really think I'm unfit to rule it, then you should take the throne."
"I'm not the designated royal anymore, that's your job now. It's your responsibility to uplift this kingdom and you cannot run away from it!"
"I'm not trying to runaway from anything. I've been here haven't I? It's been five months of learning and learning and learning. I've had to meet every last Moontsay on this planet three times and I still remember all the names and faces. I'm doing my job, but it's not going to direct my life. Not anymore.
"But Kaeya, a Time Lord?" he waved his hands, "He's not the right one! You...you should be marrying someone else, someone Moontsay, or...or a prince, an actual prince."
"I'm marrying the right man, grandfather. We've been in love for centuries and it's finally happening. I get to marry him now, it's my title now," she sighed, "You loved my grandmother to pieces, right?" he nodded, "Imagine having to learn the fact that she was getting married to some other man..."
"Why would you say that?"
"Because that's what happened to me a long time ago. Back when I was a girl, like you'd say, the Doctor used to come here and visit me." Mayar's eyes widened, recalling the Doctor had mentioned something of that the first time they'd met. "We had so many plans for us...in the future...and then one day — one awful day — he visited me and he was so heartbroken. And do you know why?" Minerva shook her head, the tears fresh in her eyes as she recalled that moment. "Because he was going to be married off to another woman...that wasn't me. It was all arranged and neither he nor his fiancee had a word in it. He cried, he actually cried because he didn't want to marry her. He said he wanted to marry me but there was nothing he could do. We couldn't escape because I couldn't leave this planet...and after everything, I gathered all my courage and strength to tell him that it would be fine. I told him, I told him to marry that woman. I told him that there was nothing we could do. He was only wasting his time with me. I told him that I wanted him to be happy, to form a family of his own...I told him not to worry, that he should marry and simply forget about me."
"And the bastard happily went and married another woman, didn't he?" Mayar angrily demanded, wanting Minerva to see just how easily she was forgotten upon the Doctor meeting another woman.
"Don't call him that," she scolded, "He married...but he still came back. He came back every day to visit me. He said he'd told his wife everything, how he met me and how he'd still be meeting me."
"Kaeya you didn't...?" Mayar's eyes widened with terror at what that man could have persuaded his granddaughter to be and do for him.
"Nothing happened. We were friends, only friends. He had a wife and I respected that. That woman was so kind that she let him come to me whenever he wanted," Minerva bitterly laughed, "She even sent me gifts from Gallifrey once. For my birthday, the Doctor's wife actually sent me a gift. She was kind and I was awful, cos I still loved her husband. Grandfather, I had to live knowing that I could never have the man I wanted. I watched him live his life, have children, even grandchildren...while I remained on this planet, unwed and never courted."
"Which is why you would turn down any suitor your father or I ever brought to you," Mayar nodded as he understood, "So many proper suitors for you, only the best for the princess of the Silver Monsoon...and all that time she was wasting her time with a Time Lord who only played with her feelings."
"I was never fooled, grandfather. Don't you get it?"Minerva sighed and rubbed the side of her head, "I knew about everything. We never hid anything from each other. I was in love with another man and I wouldn't accept any suitor, both for mine and their sake's. Everyone deserves to marry someone who loves them. I wouldn't be the reason for someone's unhappiness."
"And that woman? The one the Doctor married. How do you think she felt knowing you were the 'other woman'? Hm?"
"I wasn't the other woman. I was a woman, a friend, his best friend. Nothing more, I swear. I spent centuries alone, never kissed, never touched, only to watch the people I love be happy. So now that it's finally falling into place, are you really not going to accompany me to my wedding? I really want you and my adoptive father to walk me down the aisle."
"That wedding would be an abomination, Kaeya. I cannot approve of that. You are a princess, you are to be married to someone who didn't destroy our planet!"
Minerva shook her head, wiping away some loose tears, "I knew this would be a mistake, but I had to try. You'll never agree to it, won't you?"
"No, I won't. I need you to stop this nonsense and stay here once and for all."
"No. I will not run from my responsibilities. I will try to be a good princess and a good leader. But apart from that, I will get married and it will be to the a Time Lord, whether you like it or not," she stepped forwards and pulled out another vortex manipulator, "I'm gonna leave this here," she set it on a glass table, "And if you decide to come, then I will await with great joy. But if you don't...then that'll be your problem cos I'm not stopping that wedding for anything. My story is finally coming to a happy ending, and I'm not gonna let anyone ruin it."
"You cannot become queen like this," he warned.
She shrugged, "Then I won't be queen."
"Kaeya," Mayar sighed, frustrated, "Won't you please think about this!?"
"Oh I've thought about this for centuries," she half-smiled, "Dreamed of it...and today it happens. So if you won't allow me to be queen because of this, then do what you have to do. Find someone else, take the throne, I don't care."
"Of course I'm not gonna take the throne from you. It's you that has to be queen, following into you're father's and mother's footsteps," Mayar shook his head, "But the people will not be happy about this."
"I don't care," she whispered, tired of repeating the same thing over and over, "Cos I deserve this. I deserve to be happy too. If they can marry whoever they want, then why can't I?"
"Kaeya, what am I gonna do with you!?"
"I don't know," she shrugged, "But right now, I'm gonna go visit my parent's, my grandfather's and sister's shrine. I'm gonna ask for their blessings and then I'll be on my way."
"That's another thing I meant to talk about with you, you know," Mayar pointed.
She sighed, "I told you. Alan Lozano and Olivia Souza were my grandfather and sister as a human and they will be recognized on that shrine. That's my final word as princess on it."
"But Kaeya, it's a holy shrine. Humans can't be placed on it!"
"You're forgetting I'm part human now. I won't ignore it. My grandfather's and Liv's shrines will be finished, that's an order. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm gonna go visit it. I really hope you come to my wedding. I'm all you have left, and you're all I have left...won't you watch your granddaughter happily marry?"
Mayar did not answer, he simply turned away. Minerva sighed and headed out of the room. She truly hated arguing with him. They'd been apart for so long that she just really wanted to catch up on everything. But the man was very complicated, he still stuck to the old views of the Moontsays like the rest. He saw the Doctor as a menace and an intruder. She knew it was very unlikely to see Mayar at her wedding. But she had done her job and informed him of the ceremony and even given him a way to get there. She'd done what a good princess would do...now it was just up to him.
~ 0 ~
Minerva slowly walked into a solitary, cold iced room that held four iced statues, two of those still under construction. The room was rather large with open windows high above. The finished two iced statues were of her parents, her birth parents, that were carved together as one. They stared blankly ahead, her father father holding her mother by the waist and a hand. On the platform they stood was an actual photograph of them placed at their feet.
Minerva stopped in front of that platform first and knelt down silently, looking up at the iced statue with a small sigh, "I really hope you're not angry as my grandfather is. But I really need your blessing from wherever you are. Mom, dad, I love him. I really, really, love him. This is a day I've dreamt of since we met face to face. I promise that I will help our people, I won't ignore them. I swear. But please, all I ask is that you give me your blessing; bless this marriage and whatever it may hold for us in the future," she placed an iced sphere on the platform, "I remember now that you loved to eat these, dad," she chuckled lightly, "Now that I taste them, they really taste like strawberries. And here you go mom," she put another sphere down, "You know, this one tastes like mint chocolate. Now I understand where I got that like from," she stood up and stepped back, gazing upon the great statue, "I love you, mother, father," she spoke her first words in the language of her people.
She'd been practicing her Moontsay language from the first day she'd begun her lessons with her grandfather. Yes, she still knew a good amount of her home language but she felt like some things were missing and had decided to continue using her English. The Moontsay language was something special and should always be used properly.
Minerva moved on to the next two statues, one of her grandfather and another of Liv. Both statues were still unfinished, her grandfather's still missing half his upper body while Liv's missing the arms. She placed on her grandfather's platform an apple and smiled, "Look at me now grandpa, I'm in the actual stars. Oh, you would've loved to see them. They're rather gorgeous. I know humans don't release spirits like the Moontsays but I still believe in the afterlife and I know that you're okay, and that you're watching me. You know, you've seen, how much I love that Martian, I know you'll give me a blessing too."
With that, she moved to the last statue, Liv's. She sighed and placed down an orange tulip next to Liv's picture frame, "I can't believe you forgave me," she knelt down in front of the platform, "I'm glad you had someone with you during your last moments. You met the most amazing man, right? He's really sorry he couldn't do anything for you, but he did give me your message. You forgave me, Liv," she started sniffling, "You actually forgave me. You have no idea how much that meant to me. I'm so sorry for what happened to you, and I swear that I will always remember you as a good sister...cos you were one. I can remember every last moment we shared as kids, before you grew afraid of me. They were wonderful. But now, big sister, I'm all grown up...and I'm getting married. You think you can give a blessing too? It'd mean the world to me after everything," she looked up with watery eyes and found her tulip on the floor. Slightly confused, Minerva picked up the tulip and put it back on the platform, "Well...I'm off to go do it. I'm gonna get married..." she bit her lip, "...right after one more trip."
~ 0 ~
"Yes, and I need those papers taken by today," Sophia Souza called to her assistant as they walked out of her office.
Before the door closed, Minerva walked in, staying by the doorway to look at her adopted mother.
"Kate, what are you still doing here? I already gave you the..." Sophia stopped when she looked up, seeing the woman that to her was completely unknown, "Who the hell are you?"
Minerva closed the door and walked up to the desk, "Your daughter."
"What? Listen, I am fairly busy as you can see," she gestured to the stack of papers on her desk, "So whatever you need, please just say—"
"I'm getting married mother," Minerva spoke in a harder tone, "Your second daughter, Minerva, is getting married."
Sophia studied the woman in front of her, stopping at the chocolate brown eyes where she gasped, "Minerva..."
"It's me," Minerva insisted, "I...I had to change my face..."
"You finally did it, you turned back to your alien self," Sophia leaned back on her chair, feeling that same fear and yet awe she had felt 17 years ago, "I gotta say, it's pretty intriguing how you manage to do that..."
"I'm getting married today, and...I was wondering if you'd like to attend."
Sophia let out a small laughter, "Married? Who are you marrying?"
"The Doctor."
And Sophia's laughter was cut short at that, "Oh, of course," she rolled her eyes, "And you're doing it here? On a planet that doesn't belong to you?"
"Forgive me mother but I've lived here for 17 years and the Doctor for far more years than that. We love this planet with equal strength and can think of no better place than this one to marry in."
"And do you think he'd be pleased to see me there?"
"He would welcome you because I'd ask him to."
Sophia scoffed, "Oh really?"
Minerva nodded, "He knows how important it is and he'd never deny me the opportunity to see my only breathing mother at my wedding."
"Breathing mother?"
There was silence for a minute or two before Minerva decided to explain, "My birth mother died in a war, along with my biological father."
"Oh, so I'm all you have left," Sophia stood up and swayed her head, "When's the wedding?"
"It's tonight...are you coming?"
"Never," Sophia spat, her tone and expression growing dark, "The only wedding I'd attend to is my real daughter's...and that is not you."
"I'm the only daughter you have left," Minerva argued weakly, "I lived with you for fourteen years and that doesn't matter to you? I grew alongside Olivia and-"
"You killed her!" Sophia pointed, "You with your radical emotions, you killed her!"
"My emotions control my powers but at that moment they weren't activated," Minerva informed, "She died because of what you said, and a horrible car accident. But I promise you I am truly sorry for what happened to Liv. She forgave me for that and if she did, then why can't you?"
"She would never-"
"She did," Minerva sighed, "The Doctor was with her during her last moments and she told him she forgave me. So if she did, why can't you do that? After everything that's happened, I still have affection for you. You took me to your home, you gave me everything I needed...if you truly hated me then you would've left me in the streets-"
"Minerva, please do not waste your time and just go," Sophia gestured to her closed door.
"But—"
"I have no utter interest in your silly wedding and would much rather stay with all these papers," Sophia sat down on her chair.
"But mom..." Minerva whispered, "...even dad's coming...he's gonna walk me down the aisle."
Sophia rolled her eyes, "Please do refrain yourself from speaking to me about that man. I suppose you haven't heard: we're divorcing."
"Divorcing?" Minerva blinked, shocked to hear that.
She'd only had a couple of minutes with her father today so perhaps he hadn't had the time to mention it to her. But...divorce...that-that was something she actually wasn't expecting. She knew her human parent's relationship wasn't the best lately but she never actually considered the idea of them divorcing.
"Oh yes, Nicolas filed for divorce a couple days ago," Sophia put her hands together on her desk, acting as if the topic was casual, "It should be a rather nice time. Congratulations, Minerva, you have officially destroyed my family."
"You're blaming me? Again?" Minerva put a hand over her chest, "But...how is that my fault? You're the one with the icky attitude. You destroyed your own marriage!"
"We were fine until I took you home," Sophia snapped, "And by the way, you don't think I ever tried taking you back? Of course I considered it! But by that time it was too dangerous, you would've been linked back to us and then put all of us in danger. Now please, do yourself a favor and get out."
"I'm not giving up on you," Minerva declared in a shaky voice.
Sophia scoffed, "That's nice, now please go. I have too much work to waste it on you."
Minerva sighed, ignoring her last words as she walked back to the door, "I'm not giving up," she repeated, "It'll take something powerful for me to just leave you, you'll see," with that she walked out and left the door opened.
Sophia watched her walk out then ran her hands through her hair, "My god that woman gets everything...and I'm left with nothing," she glanced at her picture frame on her desk of her and Olivia when she'd been a toddler, "She took you from me," Sophia picked up the frame, "That awful woman took you from me..."
Suddenly, the door to her office slammed shut. Sophia flinched and looked up. She shook her head and set the picture frame back on the desk and returned to work, quietly wiping a tear from her face.
~ 0 ~
"Alright, I got the masks," Donna Noble entered a small room where the Doctor, Mickey, Jack, Aaron, Cody & Nicolas were. She held several face masks in her hand as she walked over to a small table with a mirror. As she set them down, she heard the men grumbling behind her. She raised an eyebrow but kept her back to them, "That better not have been any complaints..."
"No, of course not!" Mickey immediately shook his head as the ginger turned around.
"I didn't even say anything," the Doctor raised his hands in surrender.
Donna looked at all of them with a suspicious look, "Good. Because I have enough on my plate to carry another weight of complaining grown men! So I'll say it again: there better not be any complains from any of you," she pointed to each and every one of them.
There was utter silence as all the men nodded their heads.
"God help the man you marry," Jack coughed.
"What was that?" Donna demanded, hands on her hips.
"Nothing," Jack turned away.
"Donna, you seem a bit stressed..." Cody remarked, eyeing the ginger woman.
"Yes, I am," she nodded and walked for a small wine set behind them, "Scuse me, scuse me," she pushed them aside and quickly started pouring herself a drink, "Planning a wedding in four days is quite possibly mission impossible," she turned around with a proud grin, "And yet, we've done it. Ha!" she gulped the whole drink down.
"Congratulations," Nicolas honestly said.
"Thank you," Donna did a mock-bow.
"Can I see Minerva now?" the Doctor jumped out of his chair, uncaring of congratulations unless it was for him and his Clever Girl.
"Don't you even dare, spaceman!" she pointed at him as she set her empty glass down.
"But it's been hours," he threw his head back in frustration.
"Do you even know how much hair that woman has!?" Donna shook her head, "I thought straight hair was a monster but this regeneration took that into a whole new level. Curls! Why!?"
Suddenly, all the Doctor's frustration was gone, "How does she look?" he whispered with a small smile.
Donna poured herself another drink as she smiled, "Gorgeous!" she turned and handed him the newly filled glass, "She's a bloody princess for a reason. But you can't see her, so don't even try anything!"
"We'll make sure he doesn't," Mickey assured.
"I'm serious, I'm holding all of you responsible," Donna warned, "Not even a peek, understood?"
"Understood," came all the nods of the men...except the Doctor.
Donna turned to the Doctor with an expectant look, "Spaceman, are we clear?" the man innocently looked to the side, "Haven't you heard the superstition, though!?"
"I'm not human!" he blurted, "And neither is she! So c'mon, I just want to see her for five minutes..." he rethought the time, "...maybe an hour...or maybe forever."
"No!" Donna half-shouted, "You're on Earth and therefore you'll follow the Earthly customs," she looked over to the men, "Take care of him, please."
"Don't worry, Donna," Jack moved over to the Doctor's side, "We'll tie him up if we have to."
"I'm holding you to that," she warned, "And those are your masks, so please wear them."
"Yes, ma'am," they all agreed.
She looked over at the Doctor with a genuine, small smile, "I think you'll find your wait to be very worthwhile," she patted his shoulders and walked out the door.
The Doctor looked between the shut door and the men for a couple seconds...and then he bolted.
"GET HIM!" Jack pointed and everyone ran after the Time Lord.
~ 0 ~
"There's my beautiful granddaughter," Isadora entered Minerva's dressing room with a small box in her hands.
Minerva was standing in the center of the room with Martha and Stacey pinning on her veil. She was dressed in her wedding dress, make up and hair done and simply missing her bouquet and mask which Donna was currently on the job of getting.
"I look okay, then?" Minerva nervously asked, fidgeting in her dress.
"Minerva, please don't move," Martha pleaded and forcefully made the brunette stand still.
Isadora chuckled as she neared them, "Nervous getting to you?" she looked at Minerva.
The brunette nodded fast, making Martha and Stacey groan in frustration. Zohar came up from behind and held Minerva's head still.
"Thank you," Martha and Stacey said.
"Sorry," Minerva sheepishly said to the pair behind her.
Isadora chuckled again, "Alright, I'll try not to make her move that much. I just came by to give you this." She opened up the box in her hand. Inside was a hair comb with baby blue rhinestone flowers and with painted leaves that sprouted from roots.
"Oh that is beautiful," Stacey blinked at the sight. Zohar and Martha agreed with a nod.
"I thought Minerva could use it today," Isadora explained as she took the comb out from the box, "Sophia wore it on her wedding day, I wore it, my mother, her mother..."
"Oh, but...that's-that's not right," Minerva sighed, "I'm not technically related—"
"You are a Lozano," Isadora pointed, almost warning her, "A Souza-Lozano. I don't care where you're from, a queen of gaddabee like that nice blonde woman told me earlier."
Minerva chuckled, "Oh, Astrid."
"You're my granddaughter just like Olivia was. So, it's only right you wear this today and continue the tradition," Isadora moved to the side and started putting in the comb.
"I just feel wrong taking it. Liv should have had this comb," Minerva sighed, "Not me."
"God knows why he does things. Only he knows why Olivia had to pass before any of us," Isadora reminded, "But she's at peace and so should you. You'll continue the tradition and who knows, one day you'll continue the tradition with your own daughter."
"Now that she actually can, ha!" Martha nudged Minerva who simply blushed, "I can see it already, little Elizabeth running around the TARDIS."
"Martha, please don't start," Minerva mumbled.
"She'll be calling you mum," Martha then paused and got to thinking, "Or maybe 'mom' cos she might turn out to be American...oh!" she clapped her hands, "But she'll definitely have long brown hair like you and be fast-talker like the Doctor and—"
"Martha likes Mickey," Minerva coughed and the whole room went quiet. Martha stared at Minerva with a half-open mouth in silence, her face warming up as the rest looked at her. Minerva just smirked and sighed in content, suddenly not so nervous, "So, how's it going out there?" she looked at her grandmother.
"Everything is just fine," Isadora finished up the comb and stepped back in front of Minerva, "Donna has made complete sure of that."
"Thank God for Donna Noble," Minerva breathed, "Plan a wedding in four days could only be done by her."
"But she's still pretty peeved it's going to be in the night," Zohar remarked, "Why is that again?"
Minerva just smiled, "Cos it's special to the Doctor and I."
"And the masks?"
"Metaphor."
"Lanterns?"
"Special."
"Well," Donna opened the door and strolled inside, holding more masks in her hand while another the bouquet, "Everyone is all ready and I've got the final details," she waved the masks and bouquet.
Minerva brightly smiled, "It's almost time..." she whispered in anxious anticipation.
~ 0 ~
"Is this really necessary?" the Doctor grumbled as he felt the rope around him tighten up. He currently sat on his chair again...tied up...something Jack had quite nicely done.
"We're all sort of afraid of Donna, so yes, this is quite necessary," Aaron nodded.
"Plus, I sort of promised her I'd tie you up if it was necessary," Jack added, finishing up the knot behind.
"And I think we're all kind of of Donna," Cody threw in the truth that made all the others nod.
"I was only kidding about seeing Minerva..." the Doctor said, looking down as he mumbled, "...not really..."
"You were only five feet from Minerva's door," Mickey reminded.
"I wasn't actually going to go see her," the Doctor tried, his gaze still down.
"You were about to shout her name," Nicolas said.
"Face it Doc, you have no self-control right now," Jack patted the Doctor's shoulder, "So you'll just be staying like this for a couple more minutes, alright?"
"Which reminds me, I get to go see Minerva right now," Nicolas declared.
"Rub it in," the Doctor muttered.
"Sorry, but someone's got to walk her down the aisle, remember?"
"Oh, I'll have a peek too," Aaron smirked, "Until later, Doctor."
"This isn't funny!" the Doctor called as the two men started heading out, struggling to get free, "Someone untie me right now!"
"Are you going to run back to Minerva?" Mickey raised an eyebrow.
"...no."
"I think we should get more rope," Cody suggested and received the nods of agreements of the others. With a mock-salute to the Doctor, and a smirk, he headed for the doors.
"For the best liar, you really can't lie about Minerva, huh?" Jack teased the Doctor.
"Shut up and untie me."
"Restrain, Doctor. Restrain," Jack reminded, "Just a few more minutes and then you'll have the wife forever...starting with tonight," he smirked.
Both Mickey and the Doctor gave the immortal man a sharp look, "You've been waiting to crack up those lines all day, haven't you?" Mickey asked, crossing his arms.
"It's my job to tease," Jack shrugged, "Plus, I've had to suck it all in with the father and uncle around."
"Yeah, well, knock it off," the Doctor warned, "And would you please untie me? Minerva won't be too pleased to find my suit with rope stains."
"Alright, but don't run anymore," Jack said before going behind the chair, "Mickey, stay in front in case he tries anything."
"Don't think we won't tie you again," Mickey pointed.
The Doctor remained silent as the ropes were taken off him. As soon as he stood up, however, there was a flash of light in front of them. The trio shielded their eyes for a minute until the light faded.
"Mayar? What are you doing here?" the Doctor asked once the view was visible.
He knew Minerva would go and invite the man to the wedding, but he also knew Mayar would decline and not show up. To have him here was just, well...confusing.
"I am here to warn you, Doctor," Mayar remained in his place, his expression hard as he stared ahead.
"Warn me of what?"
"You are not the man for my granddaughter and this wedding will have no meaning on the Monsoon."
"Here's the thing, I don't care what you think," the Doctor shrugged, "Cos this is what Minerva wants, and what Minerva wants I give and do. We're getting married, can't you be happy for her?"
"Oh she'll be getting married," Mayar nodded in agreement, a small smile spreading on his face as he looked to the side, "But with someone who truly deserves her and is up to her level. I have just the man in mind for her."
"Why are you telling us this?" Mickey raised an eyebrow.
"Because I wanted the Doctor to know this. This silly wedding will not last. I will see to it that Kaeya realizes the biggest mistake she is committing. And when she does, I will welcome her on the Monsoon with open arms. She'll take her rightful place on the throne with a man of her status."
"You know it truly saddens me that you just can't be happy for her," the Doctor sighed, "We both love her, whether you want to admit it or not. We both want her to take her rightful place, but unlike you I want to see her actually being happy. I'd let her be whatever she wanted, I'd let her go if she wanted. But the reality is, she doesn't. She loves me and I love her, and she wants to marry me. I know it would mean a lot to Minerva if you stayed tonight, so please stay. I have no trouble with that. I just want her to be happy and what makes her happy is having all her family and friends with us tonight."
"I don't believe you," Mayar shook his head, "I don't know how you have Kaeya wrapped around your little finger but you don't fool me. I will see to it that she realizes her mistake and leaves you to come home with her own people and become a proper queen."
With that, Mayar activated the manipulator and flashed out.
"Well that's a nice man," Jack concluded and turned to the Doctor, "Don't listen to him, Doc. It's pretty clear what Minerva wants and it's not to marry some kind of prince."
"I feel bad for her, though," the Doctor sighed, "I know how important it was for her to have Mayar here tonight. But he doesn't even think about what she wants, her happiness. He's so poisoned with the old thoughts of the Moontsays that he thinks I just want the power Minerva's acquiring."
"Well we can't stay here and get all sad," Mickey clapped his hands, "Cos it's time to get out there and marry."
"You're right," the Doctor nodded, beaming when he made a realization, "I get to see Minerva now! Let's go!" he ordered and rushed out.
"No self control whatsoever," Jack declared with a sigh.
"None," Mickey agreed and the two grabbed the remaining masks and walked out.
~ 0 ~
A lovely little London park was the choice of place where the wedding was to take place. The sun had just set which allowed the strings of lanterns that surrounded the park to be lighted up. It was a small gathering of guests, mainly the usual companions and Minerva's human family. The small group of guests were promptly sat on the chairs awaiting for the ceremony to begin. The bridesmaids, including the maid of honor, Martha Jones, were promptly awaiting on the bride's side of the altar, while the groomsmen stood on the groom's side, the 'best man' title being handed down to Mickey Smith.
Secretly, the Doctor and Minerva had planned that to come exactly this way. They were both aware of the little crushes going on between Minerva's best friends and so, after so much teasing from Martha, they decided to get back at her and join her up with Mickey. Their last secret as fiancee's, they liked to think.
"I'm here! I'm here! I'm here!" little Tamara Donovan cheered as she rushed up to the starting point of the aisle, making the rest of the guests, except her mother, laugh. Once Tamara saw the scolding look her mother was giving her she quickly straightened up and cleared her throat in the best manner a five year old could give, "I meant...the bride is here," she announced in a proper tone.
"Can you please tell her to hurry?" the Doctor called in a pleading tone from his place at the altar.
"Self control," Mickey whispered behind him.
"That goes to hell the minute I see her," he muttered.
The soft, traditional music began playing and down walked the adorable, little flower girl wearing her own masquerade mask, throwing her flower petals as she came. She giggled excessively as she looked around, loving the job she had been tasked with. Behind her came Donna and Stacey, the maid of honor already waiting at the altar, also wearing masquerade masks to match with their blue dresses. If it was up to the Doctor, however rude it may have sounded, he would've just pushed through all them to get to his beautiful bride...
...and boy was she beautiful.
"Self control, Doctor," Mickey reminded once more at the sight of Minerva.
Minerva walked down the aisle with her arm linked around her father's, smiling brightly as ever. She wore a beautiful white wedding gown with a small tail behind her. The dress was in an off-the-shoulder style, a sweetheart neckline with glittering crystals and pearls encrusting the neckline and strings down on the skirt. Minerva's hair had a Heidi-braid at the top of her head with her soft curls cascading to her mid-back. Her veil was pinned up behind her braid and was currently behind her back due to her white masquerade mask that was on her face. She carried her flower bouquet of lavender crocuses, the flowers of happiness as the Doctor once told her.
Both Minerva and Nicolas reached up to the altar with calmness, which was really more on Nicolas's part. If it was up to Minerva she would've ran down the aisle just to reach her Martian.
"I don't really think I need to ask for you to make her happy," Nicolas concluded as he glanced between the couple.
"Not one bit," the Doctor replied, currently staring at Minerva with dazed look, "It's number one on my to-do list..."
"Then I guess there's really not much to say here," Nicolas looked over at Minerva with a sad smile, "I know I'm not the best father, and not even your real father, but I know I want what he'd want, which is for you to be happy. So, you go on and marry this man, and be happy."
"Thank you, dad," Minerva half-smiled. He kissed her forehead then walked back to his seat.
"Goddess," the Doctor breathed as he took her over again.
Minerva thanked the mask over her eyes and part of her cheeks because it covered her blush, "You wanna see something cool?" he gave her an odd look as she slightly lifted her right foot to reveal a crystal shoe underneath her dress, "I'm pulling a Cinderella."
The Doctor just smiled at her, "I'm more of a Rapunzel kinda guy..."
"So am I," she whispered.
"Welcome, family, friends and loved ones. We gather here today to celebrate the wedding of Minerva and John," the officiant began, trying to keep his odd look away as best as possible.
He'd never seen such a ceremony before, everyone wore masquerade masks! The bride, apparently, wore crystal shoes! Not to mention how they'd magically gotten an officiant, himself, on orders of the highest authority in London, the Queen. But, as it looked, the couple did seem to have those stares of pure love which was enough for him to conduct the ceremony.
"You have come here to share in this formal commitment they make to one another, to offer your love and support to this union, and to allow Minerva and John to start their married life together surrounded by the people dearest and most important to them. To all your guests, they are happy to share this moment with you two," he eyed the couple just to make sure they were listening as it seemed like their gazes would wander back to each other, "They have known most of you for several years. You watched them grow up, you went to school with them, or you worked with them. Because you are the ones who have supported them and known them so well, it is only fitting that you are the ones to share this once-in-a-lifetime moment with them. Also, a wedding day is often a day when couples miss family members no longer with them. For the bride and groom, there are family members whose memories they hold dear. Would either of you care to share some of those members?"
"My birth parents and maternal grandmother," Minerva said with a half-smile, "From my adopted family, my older sister and my grandfather."
"My...entire family," the Doctor smiled at Minerva, the pain of losing everything suddenly not so painful as he took in who he was about to marry. She would be her family from now on, and the rest of their friends. And what a family it would be.
"May the memories of your loved ones brighten this day and warm your hearts," the officiant said, both nodding in thanks, "Marriage is perhaps the greatest and most challenging adventure of human relationships."
"Well not just for humans," Minerva cut in, calmly taking the officiant's confused face, "For anyone of any kind...isn't that right, John?" she looked at the Doctor with a knowing smile.
"Oh yes," he nodded in agreement, "Any kind of people..."
"Right..." the officiant looked from one another for a second before he continued, "No ceremony can create your marriage; only you can do that – through love and patience; through dedication and perseverance; through talking and listening, helping and supporting and believing in each other; through tenderness and laughter; through learning to forgive, learning to appreciate your differences, and by learning to make the important things matter, and to let go of the rest. What this ceremony can do is to witness and affirm the choice you make to stand together as life-mates and partners. Now, I need to take your declaration of intent. Will you, John, take this woman to be your wedded wife?"
"I will," the Doctor nodded.
"Will you, Minerva, take this man to be your wedded husband?"
"Oh, I will," she breathed.
"Who would like to read their wedding vows first?" the officiant asked.
"Oh we didn't need to write them down," Minerva waved him, "It's all up here, isn't it?" she looked at the Doctor while pointing to her head.
"Yes it is," he nodded.
"You go first, dear," she offered, "Just this once, gentlemen go first."
"Ever so kind of you," he remarked, taking a small breath before he spoke his next words, "Our story hasn't been quite the simplest to live or tell, but its ending made the journey worthwhile. We come from, quite literally, different worlds that have no like for each other. And yet, we did not follow those silly likes. Like a Star-crossed story, we met and fell in love at such a young age. We became the best of friends that slowly and beautifully fell in love with each other. I realized how kind and genuine you were; you were like no woman I ever met. No one could capture my feeling into actual words. I was probably, and still am, the most annoying, but brilliant," he had to add which made her chuckle, "Rambling man you probably have ever seen and yet you still loved me. That...that's an accomplishment, honestly. I drive everyone else mad and yet you laugh at me because you think it's lovable when it's really not. I discovered in you what it really meant to have a motive in life, to have that one person you can call your soul mate with confidence. And yet, after all those discoveries, I never dared to tell you how I felt exactly. I was young and scared...I hid those feelings for you under a veil, under a mask for centuries. But today, today I take off this veil, this mask," he started removing his masquerade mask and allowed Minerva to see just how nervous he actually was, "I want you to know that I love you, I love you with every core of my being and nothing will ever stop it. You are a sassy, clever girl that I want to marry today and always have at my side."
Minerva bit her lip and felt like she could just melt in his arms after hearing all that. She took a deep breath before she began her vows, "Our story was and is most definitely a Star-crossed fantasy. It's probably not the ideal story every girl dreams but it's my story and I wouldn't give it up for anything. When I met you for the first time, face to face, I knew that you were the one I was going to fall in love with...I just didn't think it'd be so quick, or that you would actually love me back! To me you were the most brilliant, adventurous man I had ever met. You became my best friend, my confidant of my dreams...and my endless supporter. You understood me better than anyone else, you were there despite being worlds apart whenever I needed you. All those gifts you used to give me I kept because they were objects you looked upon at thought of me. And each time you came to visit me, you made me fall more in love with you...but just like you, I never said. I couldn't gather up my courage to tell you that I loved you and wanted to have you at my side. I wore the same veil, the same mask, to cover up my feelings because I was scared..." she swallowed, "...but today, all that ends. I get to take off this veil and this mask," she began removing her mask from her face, "And show you my true feelings, forever and always. I love you, silly Martian. You're my Martian, my insanely brilliant, ridiculous banana-loving alien...and there is no one I'd ever want to be with than you."
"Please remain facing each other," the officiant instructed, now really struggling to keep his questionable face away after hearing such odd metaphors, "I ask you to repeat after me, Minerva," the brunette nodded, ""I, Minerva, take you, John, to be my husband, my constant friend and partner, and my love. I will share my life with yours, build our dreams together, support you through times of trouble, and rejoice with you in times of happiness. I will work to create a bond of honesty, respect, and trust; one that withstands the tides of time and change, and grows along with us. I vow to honor and respect you for all that you are and will become, taking pride in who we are, both separately and together. I promise to challenge you, and to accept challenges from you. This commitment is made in love, kept in faith, lived in hope, and made new every day of our lives and I pledge this to you from the bottom of my heart, for all the days of our lives."
Minerva nodded, thanking for her now far advanced mind that was able to retain all those words in memory, "I," she stepped forwards and leaned up to the Doctor's ear to whisper, "Kaeya" she stepped back with a smirk, "take you, my Martian, to be my husband, my constant friend and partner, and my love. I will share my life with yours, build our dreams together, support you through times of trouble, and rejoice with you in times of happiness. I will work to create a bond of honesty, respect, and trust; one that withstands the tides of time and change, and grows along with us. I vow to honor and respect you for all that you are and will become, taking pride in who we are, both separately and together. I promise to challenge you, and to accept challenges from you. This commitment is made in love, kept in faith, lived in hope, and made new every day of our lives and I pledge this to you from the bottom of my heart, for all the days of our lives."
The officiant raised an eyebrow, confused, "That's-that's not what I..." Minerva gave him a sharp look that no man would want to mess with, "Right, John, how about you?" he quickly moved on.
The Doctor bit back a chuckle, this woman was exactly who he wanted to marry, and now. He nodded and began his turn, "I," he stepped forwards and whispered to Minerva, "Theta," he stepped back and saw her soft smile that made his hearts nearly burst. That was the first time she had ever heard his true name, "Take you, my Clever Girl, to be my wife, my constant friend and partner, and my love. I will share my life with yours, build our dreams together, support you through times of trouble, and rejoice with you in times of happiness. I will work to create a bond of honesty, respect, and trust; one that withstands the tides of time and change, and grows along with us. I vow to honor and respect you for all that you are and will become, taking pride in who we are, both separately and together. I promise to challenge you, and to accept challenges from you. This commitment is made in love, kept in faith, lived in hope, and made new every day of our lives and I pledge this to you from the bottom of my heart, for all the days of our lives."
"That's still not what I said," the officiant mumbled before he moved on, "And may we have the rings, please?" Mickey stepped up with the rings and set them on the table in front of the pair, "I ask the groom to place the ring on the bride's finger and repeat after me…. I give you this ring. Wear it with love and joy. As this ring has no end, My love is also forever."
The Doctor picked up Minerva's ring and said his words, "I give you this ring. Wear it with love and joy. As this ring has no end, My love is also forever," he carefully slid the blue & silver ring on her finger.
"Now I ask the bride, place the ring on the groom's finger and repeat after me…. With this ring, I marry you. Wear this ring forever As a sign of my love."
Minerva picked up the Doctor's ring and repeated the words, "With this ring, I marry you. Wear this ring forever As a sign of my love," she slid the ring down his finger.
"May the wedding rings you exchanged today remind you always that you are surrounded by enduring love. While this wedding is a celebration of love and commitment, it is also a legal ceremony. I ask the Maid of Honor and Best Man to join me and the bride and groom at the table," both Mickey and Martha stepped up again, "The signing of a marriage certificate is not just a legal requirement. It is in fact an ancient custom that represents the concept that not only must marriage be entered into consensually by both parties, but that it is also a social contract between a couple and their community…for the good of all. Signing the marriage documents is also a self-defining moment for the groom and bride…perhaps one of the most impactful and consequential moments of their lives. So I ask them to sign the documents before them," Mickey moved to sign first then handed Martha the pen, with a little sheepish smile that made the Doctor and Minerva smirk behind.
After a couple minutes later, Mickey and Martha returned to their places while the officiant checked over the papers. The officiant looked up with a smile, "It is my honor and delight to declare you husband and wife. You may seal this declaration with a kiss."
"1969 I gave you a necklace," the Doctor whispered to Minerva as they stepped closer, "Right on this park, near that lake," he looked past her to the lake that was once frozen 41 years ago."
"And what do you give me today?" she raised an eyebrow.
"Our first kiss as husband and wife..."
"I like," she declared.
Both leaned over to form their first kiss as husband and wife, forgetting the rest of the people around them as they deepened their kiss. Though they had to break apart when a silver glow started taking over Minerva. Everyone stared with wide eyes, the officer with horrified eyes, to see the bride releasing silver light.
"It's alright!" Zohar gave the call that made the Doctor and Minerva look to her, "It's alright," Zohar assured with her hands in front of her, a soft smile spreading across her face, "It's the Moontsay Linkage. It's been activated."
Minerva looked at her hands that bathed in silver before feeling fingers under her chin. The Doctor made her look up and see him smiling. He didn't even care that the silver glow had started moving onto him. It settled in him then quickly faded, Minerva's just a tad slower.
They simply returned to their kiss, their second married kiss.
~ 0 ~
Minerva watched with a sad smile her family and friends gathered around tables in the park, ignoring the chilly air that had been set loose. There was her grandmother, her father, her uncle and Ms. Donovan at one table. In another was Donna, her mother and granddad and Stacey. In the other table was Martha, Astrid, Zohar, Cody Mickey and was lovely...and yet...
"Okay, you are not allowed to have that face after just being married," the Doctor took a seat beside her, setting down their glasses on the table.
"What face?" she looked at him.
"The sad one! It's not allowed!"
She half-smiled and looked out again, "I'm sorry, it's just...I thought my grandfather would come, despite our argument I thought he'd come and at least watch...and he didn't come."
The Doctor had decided to keep quiet on the little visit Mayar had made to him before the ceremony. He figured it was better for Minerva to think he didn't make an appearance than to know he did come but had made awful warnings and statements. It was their wedding day, she deserved to be happy. And it was his job to make sure that always was the case.
"But you can't be sad over one person, look at all those that did come," he gestured to their family and friends, "Your best friends are here, your ginger sister's here, your grandmother, father...etc. All these people love you and came to share this moment with you."
Minerva looked at him with a small smile and took his hand, "They're your family too, you know. My adopted family is now your family too."
"And I am very glad they came, so you should be too," he nodded. She looked at him for a minute more then laughed, confusing him, "What?"
She waved him off as she finished, "It's just, I find your ability to get me all better a true gift. You do it so easily and with no trouble."
"Well I had to get the gift to be able to have you," he shrugged, "And I have you now, Mrs. Smith."
She made a face through her smile and kissed their interlocked hands, "About that...I don't really plan on using that name."
"What?" he frowned, even more confused.
"Doctor, c'mon, Minerva Smith? " she crinkled her face at it and shook her name, "It doesn't really fit. I think I'll be keeping Minerva Souza."
"But...but that's not the way it goes!"
"Yes it is," and with the face Minerva had, the Doctor had no choice but to agree.
"Yes it is," he sighed.
She chuckled, "There we go. Besides, I finally snagged the title of the Doctor's wife, ha!" she bit her lip and smirked, "And just to tell you, on the Monsoon, there are no divorces...so you're stuck with me now, forever."
"Oh what ever shall I do?" he smirked back and leaned to kiss her.
"How about we leave the eating of each other's faces for later, huh?" Martha called as she and Mickey came over.
"Go away dear Martha," Minerva absently said as she just stared at the Doctor, "Like now."
"Something tells me we'll be hearing of a little Elizabeth very soon..."
"What?" the Doctor looked at her with confusion, missing the comical expression Minerva had put on after Martha's words.
"What do you mean?" Mickey asked Martha, also quite confused. Martha smirked and leaned to his ear am whispered the explanation, "OH! You're good!" he praised her and laughed.
"Well can I get the explanation?" the Doctor raised an eyebrow.
Minerva quickly turned his head with her hands and brightly smiled, "It's nothing, it's really just — I'M GONNA KILL YOU!" she glared at Martha.
Martha laughed at the threat, "Yeah, yeah, Donna will kill you if you get blood stains on your dress."
"Minerva, what's going on?" the Doctor asked her, feeling left out being the only one that didn't understand the joke.
"It's nothing," Minerva assured, "Hey why don't we go dance!?"
"But-"
"Dance!" Minerva declared and stood up, pulling the Doctor up as well. She cast a sharp look at her best friends, "Can we get some music please?"
"Minerva, I'd really like to know—"
Minerva put her hand over the Doctor's mouth and stared down Mickey and Martha, "Music...now."
"And we're on it," Mickey quickly nodded and turned to leave, but not before he whispered to the Doctor, "Good luck, mate," and rushed off with Martha.
"Alright, Clever Girl, what's going—"
But Minerva brought him to her lips for a nice kiss, one that she made sure would leave him hazed enough for a distraction. She was more than glad to see the results after pulling away, "Would you dance with me, husband dear?"
Just as she'd planned, the Doctor had let everything go and nodded, "I would love to, dear wife."
And so the pair walked to the center of the small party and got into position for their first dance as a married couple. Once the music began to play, they started to sway to the slow song. They lasted for about five minutes dancing quietly, just basking in their moment...and then...
"Minerva..." the Doctor said, calm and normal level voice.
"Yes?"
"Who's Elizabeth?"
"Dammit," he heard the small whisper.
"What's going on, Clever Girl?" he chuckled.
"Oh alright," she sighed and looked up, "Martha started this little joke back in 1969..."
"About an Elizabeth?"
"Sort of. See, remember how I called her Martha Elizabeth Jones?" he nodded and noticed how she suddenly started to blush, "Well, she sort of came up with the idea that we'd have a little girl, a daughter, named Elizabeth."
"Oh..." the Doctor blinked, feeling his own blush begin to form on his neck and cheeks.
That Martha sure had a way of teasing them and getting them all red. But this certain topic actually made Minerva feel a little uncomfortable.
"Well, I mean...it's...it's not impossible anymore..." the Doctor struggled to find some words to say. That hadn't been a topic they actually thought about since Minerva's regeneration.
"Right," Minerva mumbled.
"I mean, if we wanted to...we could...but, um...maybe not right now..."
"Yeah," Minerva looked up at him with a bit of relief, "Cos, cos it's too early for any of that. I'm not, I don't think of myself as capable to be a mother. I mean if we're being honest, the thought if it terrifies me. What with the mothers I had, one is dead and the other is complicated so I don't really feel capable and-"
"Hey, hey, hey," the Doctor put his hands on Minerva's face, forcing her to stop, "You don't need get so worried about this. It's far too early for that. Let's just ignore Martha, yeah?"
"Yeah," she whispered.
"This is our wedding day and the only thing we should be thinking about is where we'll travel to after this?"
"You mean for our honeymoon?"
"Yes, I was thinking that intergalactic beach on Florida? Oh, or how about the 50's? Or the 20's? I wouldn't mind seeing you in one of those little flapper dresses..." the Doctor rested his temple against hers.
"Oh you cheeky man," Minerva blushed, "I married a cheeky husband, oh no..."
"But you married a cheeky man that absolutely loves you," he kissed her temple.
"That I did," she agreed. Suddenly, she was dipped down, squealing and laughing.
"Can't have a dance without our traditional dip, right?" the Doctor asked, smirking.
"No, I guess not..."
" And certainly, not with out the traditional ending," slowly, he brought her back up and straight to his lips.
~ 0 ~
"Are you ready?" Minerva called to the group of women that awaited her to throw her flower bouquet. She was standing on a chair holding her bouquet while the Doctor held her legs in case she fell.
"Yes!" Donna shouted, "Stop teasing us and throw it, clever sister!"
Minerva beamed, "1...2..3! Go!" she threw her bouquet over her head and immediately heard the squeals of the women trying to catch it.
"Alright, come down, my Clever Girl," the Doctor picked her off the chair and set her down to her feet, the front of her dress ridding and being bunched up between them.
"Oh my god!" they heard a voice from the women.
"Oh of course!" Donna exclaimed.
Minerva fixed the front of her dress and looked back at the same time the Doctor did to see Martha holding the flower bouquet.
"Oh I am so not gonna let this go," Minerva declared with a huge smirk, "Revenge is too sweet right now."
"Now, now, let's not be the teaser this time..." the Doctor warned, his small smirk appearing on his face as well, "...without me."
Minerva looked at him with pure joy, "I am so glad I married you."
"Perfect team, right?".
"Partners in Crime," she took his hand and nodded to Martha.
They shared a smirk and a nod before heading over to poor Martha, "Oh Maaartha!" they called together.
~ 0 ~
"They're going to be pretty peeved at us for running off on them," Minerva laughed as she and the Doctor neared the TARDIS.
She was currently in the Doctor's arms, bridal style of course, and was often casting glances behind them to see if any of their guests had followed them. The pair had assured the guests that they would stay and cut their cake...and then took off the moment they had the opportunity. The TARDIS was set in the same park but nearly across the place and was silently waiting for its inhabitants to return.
"What? They're going to be mad at some newlyweds for wanting to start on their forever?" the Doctor gave Minerva a sharp look, "Because that would be really awful of them."
"Oh I suggest we just get inside that box of wonders before my ginger sister comes running after us," she pointed at the box in front of them.
"With pleasure," somehow, the Doctor managed to snap his fingers and open the box on command. He gave Minerva a smirk afterwards, "Told you that would come in handy."
"Alright, you were right," she conceded and looked up to her Martian only to be greeted with a soft kiss.
"Let's go home, my wife?"
She smiled and nodded, wrapping her arms around his neck, "Yes," she rested her head on his shoulder and watched him walked into the TARDIS.
"We're back!" the Doctor called to the old girl, the doors shutting behind them, "And just a note, you'll be the home to a wedded couple now."
Minerva chuckled as the humming started up, "I take it I'm welcomed?"
The Doctor walked up to the console, "Do you welcome Minerva as your second pilot?"
"What!?" Minerva looked at him with wide eyes, "No, no, no, I can't do that!"
"You can learn," was the Doctor's reply as he kissed her head, "I'm sure she'll be glad to let you learn."
Minerva looked at the rotor that was going up and down with what she assumed was a good welcome. She unwrapped one of her arms from the Doctor's and reached to touch the rotor, "Thank you, box of wonders. I promise to make your first pilot very happy...and force him to throw away that hammer."
After that, there was a crazy set of hums that made Minerva laugh.
"She's so happy about that last one," she said to him.
"Don't gang up on me though," he mumbled.
"I make no promises on that..."
He grumbled as he set on her the chairs and moved back to the console to get them started, "Well, then I guess I'll have to defend myself in any way I can."
"Yeah, good luck with that," she rested an elbow on the armrest and her cheek on her hand, softly smiling as she stared at him, "I'll use my ways to stop your defenses."
"Why do I feel like I just entered a never ending cycle of losing?" he turned and walked up in front of her.
"Because you just married the woman who only needs to use a sweet smile in order to get anything she wants," she tapped his nose.
"Yeah, well...I have my own ways to get what I want from you," he leaned forwards and wrapped his arms around her waist, slowly sliding her up to him.
"And how does that seem to go for you?" she raised an eyebrow.
"A little like this..." he lifted her up to his lips, struggling to carry her off the chair with her dress's skirt.
Minerva giggled as she parted, "How about we go to bed? Believe it or not, I'm actually tired."
"What ever my wife wants, she gets," he declared and pecked her lips. He scooped her in his arms again and headed inside the corridors.
"Well actually, there is something I do want right now..." she declared sheepishly, "...do you think I can finally see your room?"
"My room?" he blinked, confused of the request. He actually hadn't been inside his room for months. Ever since he began sleeping inside Minerva's room he didn't find the need for his room anymore.
"I know it's strange but I've actually never seen it. Even in my past incarnations I've only ever been inside the console room for my first and then every room minus yours for my second incarnation. I'm just curious..." she bit her lip.
"And I love your curiosity," he kissed her forehead.
"I get to see the Oncoming Storm's room?" she started smiling.
"Isn't that where we're going?" he nodded for her to look ahead.
She beamed in excitement and when they stopped in front of the Doctor's door she literally jumped out of his arms and walked right inside, "This is where you used to sleep in? Well, on those nights you chose to anyways," she looked at a desk against the wall that consisted of far too many papers scrambled about on top, "And then when you didn't you decided to be messy with papers..."
"I had ideas," the Doctor murmured behind her, feeling a bit ashamed she was seeing his mess.
"Oh dear, of contraptions that go 'ding' when there's stuff?" she rushed to a shelf across the desk to see different sort of objects sitting in place, "Are these your own souvenirs from your adventures?"
"Yes," he went after her, "Although now that I look at it, it's missing one last souvenir."
She turned around and moved around to plop down on the foot of his bed, testing how comfortable it was, "Like what?" she asked absently as she garnered her results.
"My own Moontsay," he shot a grin.
She stopped moving around and looked at him, "Oh really?"
He nodded and moved after her again, taking her hands and gently pulling her up, "Mhm, I nabbed myself the bloody princess — the future queen," he raised his eyebrows and flashed another grin.
"How lucky of you," she mumbled before kissing him.
She could feel his desire for her getting difficult to keep 'hidden' as he often thought he successfully did. That poor Martian really had no restrains when it came to her, and it made her feel powerful in a sense, to know that she was the only person he wanted. It was exactly how she felt about him, making him just as powerful when it came to her.
"Mm, wait," she suddenly pulled away, biting her lip as she considered what to do next.
The Doctor, on the other hand, simply smiled after she pulled away, his finger stroking her face, "It's alright, dear."
"You'd really be alright not having an actual wedding night?" she raised an eyebrow.
"It's not like it won't ever happen again. If all you feel like doing is cuddling tonight then that's exactly what we'll do," he Eskimo kissed her, making her smile.
"I married the right man," she nodded, "Can you do me a favor?"
"Anything."
"I left my white teddy bear in my room, can you get it for me? I think I want to sleep in here tonight."
"Sure, I'll be right back," he gave her a kiss then tapped her nose, "Don't go anywhere."
She nodded and watched him walk out, taking a content deep breath. She looked around, her hands going up to her veil with a small smirk.
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"I got it, Minerva," the Doctor walked into his room, "But if I can offer a suggestion..." the suggestion never came as he'd taken observation of his room.
The messiness had vanished and instead was replaced with lit candles everywhere. Currently, Minerva was finishing lighting up the last one when she glanced over, "You like?" she sheepishly asked.
"W-well, well, you..." no coherent words came to the Doctor's mind as he stared at her.
"So I thought more about it, and I came to the conclusion that I don't want to just cuddle tonight..." Minerva flashed a smirk as she turned to face him with her hands behind her back.
She had foregone her wedding dress, which now laid as a pile in a corner of the room along with her hair accessories except her veil and shoes. She now wore, instead, an emerald green and pink lingerie short dress. It had a deep v-neckline in the front with straps on her shoulders and a small gem belt under the bust.
"Are you..." the Doctor shook his head, greatly struggling to keep himself in line and actually speak real words, "...sure, a-are you sure?"
"Do I look unsure?" she gestured to herself with a chuckle, "I even got the TARDIS to send you around a couple times in the hallway so I could do this," she gestured to the neat room.
"Well..." he tilted his head and trailed her over for the fifth time or so, "...n-n-not really..."
"It's amazing what this wardrobe has you know," she held her arms out for him and the Martian obediently walked up to her, taking her in his arms, feeling his hearts nearly burst from his chest as he felt the ever-so-thin fabric that separated his fingers from her skin.
"Goddess," he managed to sputter out as her arms went around his neck.
"Martian," she smiled softly, "Theta," she tested the new name in her mouth as she set her hands on his face, "What a beautiful name that is."
He smiled back, "Kaeya, my beautiful flower."
"Mine wasn't a secret, remember?" she raised an eyebrow, "Who would've known all those centuries ago...we'd be here...married."
"Completely mine."
"Oh," Minerva chuckled, "You're completely mine, all mine," she smirked, "Is this to your liking?"
"I wouldn't be this nervous would I?" he countered, his breath hitching as she swiftly removed his jacket.
"I make you nervous? Excuse you, but I'm the one half-dressed here. How do you think I feel?" she casually asked while her hands went to undo his tie.
"This regeneration made you a bit more flirty, and seductive," he made a face and it was her turn to laugh.
"I'm just coming out of my shell, is that wrong?" she pecked his lips and remained only mere inches from them afterwards, "You're my husband, so...?"
"You're testing me," the Doctor said in an almost warning tone.
"Me?" she played innocent, "What would make you think that...?"
"I've got two words for you, Clever Girl..."
"And those are?" she smirked and leaned closer to an almost non-existent gap.
"Challenge accepted," the Doctor whispered just as his hand trailed up her thigh. When Minerva gasped he chose that moment to kiss her and begin their first passionate night of their forever.
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i love everything you do [10th doctor x reader - 18+]
It had all started off innocently enough...
Tags: fem!reader, smut, romantic smut, fluff, multiple orgasms (fem!receiving), praise, lots of praise, the doctor has a praise kink, mild hair pulling (it's 10, i had to), a little bit of gentle biting, bed sharing
Word Count: ~1.4k
CWs/TWs: none, this is super fluffy and sweet :)
It had started off innocently enough. You and the Doctor had been flirting all day. Teasing banter, quick glances, hands brushing every now and again — nothing you hadn’t done a million times before.
The day had been miraculously tranquil. You’d gone and explored the ice caves on some distant planet with a name you couldn’t pronounce, and you two had shared a kiss as you watched the two suns set and the three moons rise over the horizon before climbing back into the TARDIS.
Somehow, all the flirting and long conversations had escalated, much like they had on several occasions before, and you had ended up bent over the ship’s console with the Doctor’s hands tangled in your hair, getting absolutely fucked out of your mind.
He pulled your hair, making you whine and arch your back into him, desperate for more.
“Oh, there’s my girl,” he grinned, leaning forward to plant a kiss on your shoulder. “You love this, don’t you? You’ve practically been begging for it all day, it’s adorable. Although, to be fair…” He snapped his hips forward, one hand moving down to grasp your waist. “You’re not the only one. I’ve been waiting for this for ages.”
You exhaled a laugh followed by a breathy moan. “Oh, c-come on, we did this last night, didn’t we? I haven’t — fuck! — kept you waiting that long, have I?”
“Well, I suppose not, no,” he responded, sounding almost nonchalant despite being buried as deep in your cunt as he could possibly get. The hand that was clutching your waist wandered upward to toy with your breast. He groaned softly, his pace quickening. “Still, feels like ages when I’ve been waiting all day to have you like this again,” he sighed, pulling you closer so that your back was pressed against his torso, wrapping his arms around you and gently kissing your neck.
“Such a romantic,” you teased.
“Mmm, you like it when I get all romantic with you, though, don’t you?” It was a question he knew the answer to well, especially as you practically melted in his arms at the feeling of his lips brushing against your ear.
You craned your neck, trying to get close enough to kiss him the way you wanted to, but before you could, he quickly pulled out, turned you to face him, and thrust back into you before you could protest. You gazed up at him, eyes practically heart-shaped with adoration.
“Kiss me,” you murmured, leaning upwards a bit.
He met you halfway, his soft lips colliding with yours. You choked out a moan as his tongue brushed against your lips, then against your own tongue as you opened your mouth into the kiss, desperate for more of him. He ran his fingers through your hair, hand coming to rest on the side of your face as he kissed you and kissed you for what felt like an eternity, still fucking into you as deep as he could with every thrust.
Your orgasm hit you before you even realized you were close, and you broke the kiss with a gasp, wrapping your arms around his slender shoulders and holding him close. He watched you as you came, drinking in every detail of your face, your voice, the way you moved. He grinned when you looked back at him, that same charming smile that had made you fall head over heels in the first place.
“God, you’re gorgeous,” he sighed, slowing down to give you time to rest as your orgasm subsided.
You turned your gaze away, feeling suddenly shy despite your intimate position. “Shut up,” you muttered, smiling, trying to hide the way your face flushed at the praise from him.
He took your chin in his hand, turning you back towards him. “Never,” he grinned, pulling you in to kiss your forehead.
You sighed blissfully and leaned into him. “Want to keep going?”
“Are you sure? It won’t be too much, will it?”
“I’m not going to break, Doctor. I can take it.”
“Well, then, if you insist…” He gave you a quick kiss on the nose before pulling out halfway, then slowly starting up his thorough pace again.
He gasped as you tightened around him, tilting his head back slightly, and you took the opportunity to lean in, running your teeth over a sensitive spot just beneath his jawline.
You knew every inch of him at this point, but you could never get tired of this - having him deep inside you, body pressed close to yours, your arms around each other. You could never get enough.
You ran a hand through his hair, tilting your face upward towards his ear to whisper to him.
“You’re always so good for me, Doctor.”
Your words immediately had the effect you wanted. He bit his bottom lip, trying unsuccessfully to stifle a groan.
“God, don’t say that, you’ll make me cum straightaway,” he panted.
“Why not?” you teased, your nails gently scratching at the nape of his neck, just how he liked it. “You don’t wanna cum? You don’t like hearing how good you are for me? How wonderful you feel inside me? How no one else has ever made me cum as hard as you do, my beautiful, brilliant Doctor?”
His mouth dropped open with a moan, hands tightening on your waist. “Oh, fuck, please…” he gasped, followed quickly by a whine of your name when you nipped at his earlobe. You could tell he was close, and you could feel your own orgasm building as he fucked you with reverence, his hands still moving restlessly, caressing and clutching at every part of you he could reach.
“Doctor,” you panted. “I’m close. I want you to cum with me, darling, can you...?”
He nodded vigorously, too drunk on your praise to catch his breath and answer. One hand moved between the two of you to rub against your clit, the other wrapped around your back, holding you as tightly as he could. His eyes were half-lidded, thoroughly mesmerized at the sight of his cock sliding in and out of your dripping cunt.
You tugged at his hair, desperate to see his face. His gaze immediately met yours, and anything you were about to say left your mind.
He was a sight to behold like this, with his hair ruffled from your grasp, his eyes wide and dark with lust, his lips parted and flushed pink from kissing you over and over. The look in his eyes, however, was what made you fall silent. You’d never seen such a lovestruck look on anyone, alien or human, and it made you feel so vulnerable.
A tidal wave of emotion swelled in your chest as your orgasm hit you, the overwhelming tenderness of the feeling making you tear up.
You clung to him as you came, burying your face in the crook of his neck, an endless stream of "I love you, I love you, I love you" falling from your lips over and over again. He came inside you seconds later, his hands buried in your hair, holding you close, keeping you safe. You saw stars, mind blissfully drifting away into the clouds.
As you both came down from your high, your exhaustion suddenly hit you, your body going limp in his arms.
“You alright, love?” he murmured, gently rubbing your back.
You nodded against his chest, eyes closed, the pleasure still overwhelming you.
“You want me to take you to bed?”
Again, you nodded, and he gently picked you up, carrying you through the halls of the TARDIS to your bedroom.
He laid you down softly on your shared bed, tucking you under the blankets before crawling into bed himself. He cradled you close, his tall frame against yours, and pressed a kiss to the crown of your head.
“I love you,” you murmured sleepily, giving him a warm smile. “You’re so good, Doctor. You really, really are.”
He smiled softly, tucking your hair behind your ear. "Oh, darling, you're wonderful," he sighed.
“Will you stay here? I know you don’t sleep much…”
“Of course I will, darling,” he whispered, wrapping your hands in his. “I’ll be right here in the morning, hmm? Now let’s get some sleep. We’ve got another day of adventure tomorrow.”
You certainly did.
A/N: sorry this took forever!!! i promise i'll be more consistent now that the holidays are over :) i'll have some alec smut and/or fluff coming out in the next day or so, but until then, i hope you enjoy this fic! any and all feedback is welcome, and requests are still open, so feel free to like/rb/comment/follow/send in asks/whatever you like! love you all, and thanks again for your patience!
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A Little Paradox Never Hurt Nobody (Doctor Who One-Shot)
Tenth Doctor x Eleventh Doctor x Fem!Reader 18+ ONLY / requests are open
Summary: It's been six months since Eleven joined you both, and it's safe to say things have escalated a little.
CW: smut, threesome, filthy stuff im so proud of this
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See, the thing about Time Lords is that they are notoriously competitive. Particularly Time Lords of different regenerations in the same place at the same time. Particularly Time Lords of different regenerations in the same place at the same time who both had (or was it has?) the same companion. Said companion was you. Said Time Lords were the Tenth and the Eleventh regenerations of the Doctor.
When the eleventh Doctor had spouted his way out of a portal and into the tenth’s console room, there had been rather a lot of shouting, a lot of confusion, and a lot of use of the word ‘paradox.’ Quite frankly, if you never heard that word ever again it would be far too soon.
After that, there was a lot of discussion around Eleven not being able to be there because he already knew how all this was going to go. All the things Ten had yet to live, Eleven had already been through and while it was general knowledge that one should not attempt to change one’s own past- one was not always able to control oneself if that particular opportunity should arise.
They’d tried pretty hard at first to figure out how to get him back. There was some ‘timey wimey’ reason as to why they couldn’t just use the TARDIS, and that had been about the extent of time and space travel knowledge you had, so you didn’t put any other suggestions in after that.
And so, Eleven was still with you six months later.
You didn’t know, of course, that Eleven still had you with him after Ten was due to regenerate in the future, not that you knew when that was, but what you also didn’t know until about a month into Eleven’s presence was that your relationship with Ten continued on with Eleven after a brief adjustment period. Fair enough.
And then Ten found out, and as they were both technically (but also not really) the same person, you ended up sleeping with them both. It had been their idea, though you were pretty sure that it had just sort of happened and they decided to take the credit.
Anyway, all this to say- Ten and Eleven knew how to play your body like a violin, and when they worked together it was as if they moved in tandem. It’s own kind of chaotic different to when they were feuding. They did that a lot too, to be fair.
Today it seemed as though they wanted to work as one. Riling you up every way they knew how. Lingering touches in bed, a hard squeeze on the way past you, whispered words of desire in corridors and spare rooms. Ten had rutted himself up against your thighs at some point and had unfortunately had to leave before he or yourself could finish- some urgent TARDIS thing.
Eleven had you pressed into the wall of his bedroom and had you grind yourself silly on his thigh. You’d not been able to get off, and Eleven had tutted when you’d whined that you needed more. You’d practically begged him, but he’d said no- “later, Petal.”
Things had continued on like that, teasing and close calls where whomever it was teasing you had to run for whatever reason.
Of course- they’d been planning it that way. The two of them, working together to get you as desperate as they possibly could so that when they finally had at you, you’d succumb to the pleasure with no thoughts left in your pretty little head.
“Oh, look at that,” Ten said from behind you, pinning your legs open with his own. You made some sort of sound- you weren’t even sure it sounded human. “Haven’t even been fucking into you for that long yet- already fucked dumb, love.”
Ten’s hands were wrapped around your waist, squeezing comfortingly as Eleven laid one hand on your knee and the other on your breast, flicking at the nipple while he fucked his hard cock into you over and over without mercy.
“Mm- she does, rather, doesn’t she?” Eleven commented, taking the hand on your breast to grab you by the chin and turn your face side to side. With your muscles so lax, you didn’t fight the motion, and Eleven wasn’t being rough with you anyway (yet) so it wasn’t a big deal. You whimpered, eyes screwing shut and head lolling against Ten’s shoulder. “Desperate little thing, aren’t you, love?”
You could barely form a response, tears welling as Eleven found a particularly good spot and rammed his cock into it repeatedly. Your muscles were non-existent by this point, having been eaten out twice and fingered to completion once on top of that as well. Ten had to keep your legs spread with his own, and he did so without complaint. Getting to see Eleven fuck you silly over the top of your shoulder was more than enough of an incentive for him.
On top of barely being able to form a response to anything your boys were saying, you could barely keep your eyes open. You were so cockdrunk that nothing was registering for you except the deep thrusting of Eleven’s cock into your g-spot over and over like a mantra you never wanted to end.
And because you were unable to keep your eyes open for more than two seconds at a time, you didn’t notice Ten’s fingers trailing over your hips to rub at your clit. You felt it though, and Ten had to tighten his muscles to keep you from snapping your legs shut around Eleven’s hips.
“Oh, my darling,” Ten cooed, pressing a kiss to the top of your ear. “I know, darling. I know, love. It’s so much. It’s too much. You can do it, oh yes, I know you can. You’re such a good girl for us, aren’t you?” It was all you could do to not start crying with the overstimulation.
And it wasn’t to say you didn’t feel good. You felt fucking amazing, so so good, but it was so much. So much pleasure firing through your nerve endings. You could feel how puffy and swollen your lips were stretched around Eleven and it only served to make you cry out louder.
“Hush now, dear,” Eleven said, pressing his hand over your mouth to keep you quiet. You didn’t argue, whole body limp against their whims. Whatever they wanted, you would give it to them. Anything at all.
Eleven grinned breathily, and fucked up into you harshly, not seeming to care how fucked out you were in the slightest. You wriggled against the fingers on your clit, and clung to Ten as though he were your lifeline.
“There there,” Ten said softly, fingers rubbing tight little circles. “Oh, darling, oh yes, I know. He’s so mean to you, isn’t he? Mhm. Oh yes.”
Eleven grumbled though it evened out into a moan when your cunt fluttered around him. His head dropped forward, already mussed hair falling into a curtain in front of his eyes. He gave his hips a few especially hard rolls, and your eyes fazed out onto the ceiling above you.
“Oh, look at that, Doctor,” Ten said, cooing and shushing you comfortingly. “We thought she was fucked out before. Look at her now. Maybe we should give her a break, eh?”
Eleven grunted, hips rocking softly now for a moment, giving himself time to think on it.
“Nah, don’t think so,” Eleven replied, getting back into his rhythm.
Ten’s fingers revived their assault, rubbing against you with such ferocity that you were afraid you might actually combust. Your mouth opened in a silent scream as your body forced you to climax again, the pleasure bordering on pain with how intense it was. Your clit almost felt like it was burning- and yet you didn’t want it to stop. Ten shushed you gently, rubbing his nose along the shell of your ear and pressing kisses to your sweaty hair as your body spasmed between them.
Your cunt contracting harshly around Eleven forced him to cum, ropes of his seed painting inside you. The heat of them- warmer than a humans- filled you up so nicely that you were genuinely concerned under the foggy waves of pleasure that you might start crying.
Eleven rode his high out with your body, no care given for your poor overstimulated cunt, and finally when the last rolls of pleasure were done with him, he pulled himself out. He did so slowly, and you grimaced slightly at the tug of your puffy walls around him.
Eleven cooed and pressed a kiss to your cheek to placate you.
Ten let his legs slide down the bed, and yours followed accordingly, unable to hold themselves up for even another minute more. God, you were well and truly fucked. Literally, not figuratively (at the moment, anyway). You lolled back against him, nuzzling your cheek into his neck.
You hadn’t even noticed Eleven leave, but you definitely noticed him returning, towel in hand and water dripping off his face. Ah, he’d gone to clean up.
“Now, Ten, dearest, are you planning to fuck her before we all retire for the evening?” Eleven asked without much charm. He was just like that. You didn’t take offence. In fact, his crass command of language was one of the things that made you love him more. “Only asking in relation to clean up, of course.”
You could feel Ten hard against your backside, and you gave a half-hearted attempt to grind up against him. You were quite sore, but you wouldn’t say no if he wanted to use you.
“Can fuck ‘er tits if you like,” Eleven added, noting the way your legs subconsciously closed themselves. The ache was intense, but you considered it an added bonus to the pleasure you’d just been subjected to.
“Oh, big load of charming you are,” Ten scolded. “Blimey, you’re lucky I was there to lay the foundations for you both or you’d have had no chance.”
“Now, now, boys,” you said- the first words in a fair while to come out of your mouth and it was to stop them bickering. Even your voice sounded as though it had been thoroughly ravaged.
“Can I?” The Doctor asked, turning his attention back to you. One of his hands squeezed at your tit, and you swore you could feel the lust rolling off him in waves from that one action alone. You nodded tiredly. Of course, he could.
Ten leaned you forward so he could escape from behind you. Eleven took his spot without issue, pulling you up to sit against him rather than lay against him as you did with Ten.
Eleven brushed the hair behind your ear as Ten positioned himself in front of you. You looked up at his eager face, running a hand over his chest and down over his tummy to wrap around his upper thigh.
Just as you were about to let go and hold your breasts together for him, Eleven’s big, warm hands took their place, pressing against your skin, one forefinger flicking at a nipple quickly just to tease.
“You’re so gorgeous,” Ten breathed, dribbling some lube onto your tits. “So brilliant, love. Just like that- oh, yes- f-fuck.”
“Look at him,” Eleven whispered hotly into your ear. “Not even started yet and already stuttering.”
You let out a giggle of a whimper, and Ten’s hips started to rock against you. Your tired arms wrapped around the backs of his thighs, giving his ass a little squeeze.
Ten groaned, fucking your tits desperately. He wasn’t going to last long after having been teasing you and therefore himself as well all day, and it was barely another two minutes before his cock was starting to twitch and he started to moan with that lilt that he always did when he was close to spilling.
“Please,” you whined, head dropping back against Eleven’s shoulder. “Ten, please- Doctor-”
“Well, you heard the lady,” Eleven tutted, pushing your tits together that little bit harder to create a touch more friction for him. “You’d better cum then, shouldn’t you?”
Ten groaned, throwing his head back and exposing his gorgeous neck to you both. Eleven nipped at the tip of your ear, causing you to gasp.
“Cum on me, please- I need it,” you whined, brows drawing inwards in desperation. Ten seemed to finally hear you, and he let out a desperate little ‘o-hoh, yes, fuck-’ and he was cumming, spilling over your tits, rolling his hips back and forth to make sure he got the most out of his orgasm.
You groaned pleasurably as Eleven let go of your breasts. A drip of cum dribbled off the curve of your tit and onto Eleven’s hand, who deftly and without hesitation licked it up.
You were so fucked out and so busy thinking about how covered in spend you were that you barely noticed as Ten decided to collapse softly on top of you both. He snuggled close, not caring about the fact that he was now also covered in his own cum as well, and you huffed out a grunt.
“Oh, that’s just lovely,” Eleven said sarcastically, now being crushed under two grown people. “Now I’m trapped. I suppose you’re both happy, aren’t you?”
You giggled out a nod, and you could see Ten trying to contain his laughter as well.
“Alright,” you say, yawning tiredly. Wow, that came out of nowhere. Suddenly you were oh-so-tired. “Ten minutes of cuddles and then it’s group shower time, yes?”
“Maybe fifteen,” Ten replied tiredly.
“Yes, dears,” Eleven added, and you could hear the affectionate roll of his eyes.
Was it wrong, perhaps, to wish that Eleven would stay forever? Possibly. Was it going to stop you from wishing it quietly to yourself anyway?
Absolutely not.
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Something Borrowed, Something Blue
A/N: Just a little something.
Title: Something Borrowed, Something Blue
Summary: Ten is back, and by God are you going to hold his hand so he never leaves again.
Words: 1220
He had registered it when it happened, of course. The feeling of warm, human skin—your warm, human skin—against his own, that familiar rapid pulse beneath his fingertips, was not something he could ever forget. And when it was this specific hand you were holding onto, attached to this specific arm leading to this specific face, he truly couldn’t blame you.
He guessed it had been a good hour. An hour since he’d regenerated, since you’d recognised his new-but-not-at-all-new face and your own face had lit up, utterly devoid of the dread you’d had before. And you’d hugged him, and he’d hugged you, and you’d latched onto his hand and hadn’t yet let go. Running around the TARDIS, landing her, holding Donna’s box, riding in the taxi, sneaking through the crash zone…your hands had been wrapped tightly around the other, each a constant, solid presence.
So, though he had registered it, the conscious recognition didn’t come until he yanked you towards him when he instinctively reached with that hand for the screwdriver. Balancing on your haunches beneath him, you stumbled a bit. An apology was on his lips until he glanced down and saw the white knuckles wrapped around his.
He looked up. Recovered from your little topple, you were staring straight at him.
“Y/N.” He said it softly, eyebrows raising, and you blinked. There was a deep concern in your bright eyes. Not visible on the surface, only he could see it, because he could always see through you.
He lifted his hand, the one attached to you, and the corner of his lips lifted slightly. “I need my hand back for a minute,” he said.
Your face seemed to visibly pale. You sat properly on the ground and slowly released your death grip, your fingers returning to their pinkness. You didn’t quite let go though, your gaze seeming anchored to your hands as though…as though it was the one thing keeping him there with you.
The Doctor hummed. “Hey, you.” You caught your bottom lip between your teeth and looked at him. He stretched out his free hand and tapped your nose. “It’s alright,” he promised you, offering a smile.
You nodded, hesitant at first, but more assured as you quickly dropped his hand and drew it back to your chest, holding it there with the other. “I know.”
The Doctor reached into his pocket for the screwdriver, eyes never once leaving you. You were distracting yourself from not physically feeling him, scratching at your head, twirling hair around your fingers, that leg shake you did whenever you felt restless. He couldn’t quite remember you being so anxious when he’d been him all those years ago. An inquisitive child, you’d followed him absolutely everywhere, but you hadn’t needed the assurance of his hand in yours to know he wasn’t going to leave you. But then, times had changed, and so had the both of you. He’d regenerated and regenerated and regenerated since, each one sucking a tiny bit more life from you than the one before. No wonder you’d grabbed the first hint of familiarity you’d received in fifteen years and not let go.
The Doctor stretched his legs out and rested his crossed ankles on a concrete block. He drew a box in the air with his sonic, a map of sorts, hoping to figure out what exactly the spaceship was and how he was expected to save little old Earth this time. Without looking down, he jerked his head a little to the side. “Space next to me,” he said.
A moment later you were beside him, crossing your legs beneath you, hands on your lap as though you had no clue what else to do with them. You watched as he fiddled with the sonic and sat in silence for a good ten seconds. Until he stopped. And he turned to look at you. And when your eyes met, his brows furrowed, and a smile, full of nostalgia and sadness, slowly spread across his face. He reached out to cup your cheek, his thumb rubbing the skin. Tears sprung to your eyes.
“I missed you,” you whispered.
“I know. Come here.”
He stretched his arm out, allowing you to move closer and all but bury yourself in his side. His arm wrapped around your back and the other went instinctively to your head, holding you close to his chest.
Your gentle sniffles weren’t hard to miss. He kissed the top of your head, lingering there for a bit, shutting his eyes. “I’m here now, Y/N. I’m here.”
“But for how long?”
He couldn’t answer that. Something was niggling in the back of his mind. This face was being borrowed for an undetermined amount of time, some cruel trick from the universe that by God he couldn’t help but be thankful for.
“Let’s not worry about that now,” he said. He removed the hand from your head and put it between you, feeling you grasp it. You held it tightly, that little hand, that hand he had watched grow, that sweet girl he had raised, and sent a silent prayer to whoever would bloody listen that he’d have longer than he dreaded this time.
“You look different, you know,” you spoke softly a moment later. You turned your head to rest your cheek against him.
The Doctor rose a brow, running his tongue along his teeth. “That so?”
“Still the same, but different.”
“Ah. You look different too, you know. From when this face last saw you, that is.”
“I grew up.”
The Doctor frowned, subconsciously holding you that bit tighter. “Yeah,” he said, “yeah, you did. Can you stop that, by the way? Growing up? I’m not the biggest fan, you know.”
You pretended to think about it wiping at your eyes with your free hand. “Don’t think so.”
“Big shame, that. Massive shame. Probably the biggest shame of all. I remember when you were little little, when I had to tie your shoelaces for you and peel your oranges.” The latter was still true now, come to think of it. “But you’re still that same little girl, aren’t you, hm?” He lifted his head a little to peer down at you, trying to catch your gaze. “Aren’t you, Y/N?” There was a point hidden in those words. A point he’d had to reiterate so many times before on so many different levels. No matter his face, no matter his personality, no matter anything, he was still the same. The same Doctor. The same alien. The same being who loved you with all of his hearts. And he needed to remind you of that, to prepare you, because if what he feared would happen happened, he wanted—he needed it to be easy. For your sake. As easy as it could be. In whatever way helped you. In whatever way gave you back that life he’d inadvertently had a hand in destroying.
You drew away from him to look him in the eyes. Your own eyes were glistening, but you sniffed and held them back. You smiled lightly, then rose on your knees to wrap your arms around his neck in a tight hug. The Doctor returned it without hesitation, shutting his eyes.
“‘Course I am,” you said quietly. “Just like you.”
“Just like me.”
Doctor Who Masterpost
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Say It
tenth doctor x fem!reader
Warnings: smut. praise, edging, dom!doctor.
MINORS DNI
First time ever writing smut. oh god.
Summary: After feeling insecure about her body, (previous chubby!reader, but can be read by non-chubby reader I think), the Doctor shows Y/n just how much he loves it.
"Say it." He commands, voice thick. Y/n's mouth stays open as she looks up to the ceiling, her thick thighs wrapped around the Doctor as he thrusts into her pussy. "Now."
"I-I can't." She manages to cry out, eyes closing tightly as the knot in her belly tightens. The Doctor growls, digging his nails into her hips, the mixture of the spark of pain and pure pleasure making her clench around him.
"Be a good girl and say it." He grunts as his hips thrust harder and faster. Y/n moans loudly as he brushes against her clit with every push. The noise is probably enough to wake Rose from down the corridor, but if anything, that just motivates the Doctor more.
"Please, I-" She's on the verge of coming, and he knows, so he slows down.
"Say it!" He yells, his hips slowing to an almost stop, causing a whine of desperation and protest to leave Y/n's lips. "If you don't say it, I won't let you cum."
"Oh, my-" Y/n whimpers, her face heating as she shyly avoids his eyes. He removes one hand from her hip and forcefully turns her head to meet his.
"I'll stop." He threatens.
In an act of desperation as the feeling begins to dissipate with his halted movements, Y/n quickly mutters the words he had been demanding of her since the beginning. Since he kissed her neck, then her belly, then her thighs. When he mumbled while sucking her clit, to now as he demands her to say it as he pushes into her so deep. "I'm perfect."
To taunt her further, he leans down, still refusing to move his hips as his cock was buried in her soaking sex. "Couldn't hear you."
"I'm perfect!" She screams. Begs. He smirks, finally satisfied as he begins to move again, causing a gasp to leave both of their lips.
"That's it," He praises softly, giving her a quick kiss before resuming to his vigorous thrusting. "such a good girl. Well done, my angel. And you know what happens to good girls, don't you?" He teases, their skin slapping and headboard banging filling the room. "They get rewarded."
With that, he uses his fingers to rub her clit as he fucks her. She moans loudly, tits bouncing with every hard plunge of his cock deep into her. "Cum for me, angel." He whispers, the feeling of her clenching around him urging him to his own release. "Fuck, angel, cum for me, you can do it."
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Secrets big and small
tenth doctor x GN!reader
Summary: in which you are forced to admit your feelings for the Doctor, even if you think he will leave you for it
A/N: For the absolute love of my life and favorite beta, thanks for dealing with me talking about this more than I wrote it
The Doctor poked his head out of the TARDIS, his nose twitching as he sniffed the air. After a few good inhales, he popped back inside the ship, his eyebrows furrowed in concentration.
You waited by the ship's console, your hands planted firmly on your hips. The Doctor had promised you a beach vacation, and judging by his face, this wasn’t a beach. Sometimes you wondered how much control the Doctor actually had over the ship, considering it only landed in the places he intended about 25% of the time.
“We’re not at a beach are we?”
The Doctor ignored your question and moved over to the console, grabbing one of the many oddly shaped screens attached to the control panel. He pulled his glasses out of his suit pocket, perching the spectacles on the bridge of his nose.
“Interesting…” He hummed, more to himself than you.
“Where did we end up this time?” You asked, opening the door to peek outside. You knew better than to walk off without the Doctor, but a little look had never hurt you.
The minute you opened the door you were met with the bustling noise of a street. All kinds of aliens walked by you, each one unique in their own way.
“It would appear we landed on the planet Phact, but I’m not sure why.”
You continued to stare out of the TARDIS wide-eyed, taking in all of the strange creatures before you. Your eyes followed an individual who walked by, a series of tentacles hanging out of his mouth.
“Is it safe?” you asked as an afterthought.
“As far as I know,” the Doctor shrugged, putting his glasses back in his pocket. He moved away from the console to stand at your side by the door.
You looked over at him, debating if you should tell him that wasn’t exactly a reassuring thought.
“Since we’re here…” he smiled cheekily, inclining his head toward the door. You laughed and rolled your eyes. The Doctor never could resist a good adventure.
You followed him out the door, waiting momentarily as he locked the TARDIS up.
“Remember that time you forgot to tell me it was rude to wear less than three layers on Titan 4?” you ask, watching him slip the key back into his endless coat pockets.
The Doctor shrugs, pushing his hands into his pockets and leaning toward you. “Yeah, what about it?”
“Is there anything I should know about this planet?” you raise your eyebrows questioningly.
The Doctor’s brow wrinkled as he thought about it, trying to remember his limited knowledge about Phact.
“I don’t think so,” he shrugged again, smiling softly.
You scrunched your nose slightly, not sure you believed him. Still, you followed him.
The Doctor talked excitedly as the two of you walked through the city streets. Most of the time, you only understood half of the words he was saying. Frankly, you just enjoyed listening to him talk.
As you walked your eyes took in everything around you. It didn’t matter how long you traveled with the Doctor, it always seemed like there was more for you to learn and discover.
The Doctor continued talking, waving his hands about in the air. Abruptly, he stopped to look at a nearby poster. You followed him, trying to peek over his shoulder to see what he was looking at. The Doctor shifted to the side so you could read the sign too, the TARDIS translation circuit making the writing legible to you.
“The 998th Olympic games?” you read aloud, your eyebrows furrowed.
“That would explain all of the species here!” he smiled brightly, looking at the diverse crowd around you.
You nodded in agreement, following his gaze. There really did appear to be all kinds of species from around the galaxy.
“Want to go?” He whispered to you, raising his eyebrows mischievously.
“We don’t have tickets. Or money.”
The Doctor wiggled his eyebrows again, pulling the psychic paper out of his pocket. He shook it at you with a mischievous grin.
A smile took over your own face as you nodded, “alright then,” you said excitedly. You’d never been to the Olympics, let alone the space Olympics.
The Doctor guided you through the crowd towards the giant area, holding your hand tightly so as not to lose you. You tried not to focus too much on the feeling of his hand wrapped around yours. He just didn’t want you to wander off, there wasn’t much else to it, right?
“Y’know I carried the Olympic torch once,” he smirked back at you, still guiding you through the crowds.
“Why am I not surprised?”
“What?” the Doctor asked, not catching your comment over the chatter of the crowd. You smiled softly and shook your head, deciding it was best not to repeat yourself.
The Doctor led you to the ticket line, waiting patiently for the guards to check your tickets and let you in. He bounced slightly on his feet, unable to stand still for too long.
“Are you sure this is going to work?” you asked anxiously, eyeing the copious amounts of security surrounding the arena.
“Of course!” the Doctor smiled brightly, rubbing the back of your hand with his thumb. The movement made both of you realize he was still holding your hand, even if he didn’t need to. With a small, hardly discernible blush, the Doctor slid his hand from yours.
The line moved forward and the guard asked for your tickets. The Doctor winked at you before handing the psychic paper over with a confident smile.
“Are you serious, mate?” The guard laughed dryly, looking between you and the Doctor.
“Most of the time,” the Doctor’s confident smile didn’t waver.
The guard sighed and leaned into his walkie-talkie, chattering softly to someone on the other end. You looked up at the Doctor with wide eyes, urging him to explain.
“Probably getting us a special escort or something,” he shrugged, turning the paper around to see what your fake tickets said. When his eyes landed on the paper his face instantly turned ghostly white.
“Doctor…” you growled softly.
“W-we should probably run now,” he whispered back. Before you could react, the security guard pulled the two of you firmly to the side.
“Doctor, what is going on?” You whispered as the guard led the two of you to a police car. At least, you assumed it was a police car. Unless flashing red and blue lights meant something else on other planets, it was definitely a police car.
“I’m sorry,” the Doctor winced softly as the security guard guided the two of you to an officer. The cop looked you up and down before guiding you inside of the car.
“I would feel a lot better if you told me why.”
You weren’t necessarily mad about the police car, it wasn’t the first time you had gotten arrested on the Doctor’s behalf. Usually, he was able to get you out of it. You were more frustrated that he wasn’t telling you what was happening.
“Remember Titan 4?” he winced.
“Doctor!” you snapped angrily, “I specifically asked you if I needed to know anything about this planet!”
“Right, I know I’m sorry, I forgot,” he whispered, shaking his head softly.
“How bad is it?” you sighed, looking down at your lap.
“They’re not gonna kill us,” he shrugged with a sad smile.
“What did we even do?”
“You can’t lie on Phact.”
“Like, physically?”
The Doctor grimaced, thinking the question through, “not exactly,” he offered. You waited for him to further explain.
“They can tell telepathically if you lie and that ability extends to psychic paper.”
“I gathered as such,” you sighed, “but that still doesn't explain why we’re in a cop car”
“It’s illegal to lie.”
“Seriously?” you gaped, “any kind of lie?”
The Doctor nodded.
“Even if you tell your friend she looks fine when she really looks a mess 'cause you want to spare her feelings?”
The Doctor frowned but nodded again, more tentatively this time.
“That’s a horrible idea.”
“Don’t tell them that.”
You sighed softly in agreement.
“I really am sorry,” he looked at you with those big, sad brown eyes of his. It was very, very hard to stay mad at him when he looked at you like that. It was your weakness.
“It’s fine,” you shook your head. “What are they going to do?”
Before the Doctor could answer, the car stopped and a cop came around to help you out of the car. The officer led you inside a very space-looking police station to a very Earth-looking interrogation room. You sat next to the Doctor in metal fold-out chairs, a table separating you and the officer. At least they didn’t cuff you.
“Names,” the officer groaned, clicking his pen and hovering it over a yellow legal pad. He had the kind of face and demeanor that told you he would rather be anywhere else.
“The Doctor.”
“Really funny, what’s your actual name?” the officer frowned.
“That’s my name,” the Doctor pouted, offended that someone would think it wasn’t. You smiled softly to yourself, finding the Doctor’s disappointed frown adorable.
“Fine,” the officer groaned, scribbling it down on his paper. “Age?”
“904,” he said without blinking. You hid your widening smile with your hand. You were starting to feel a little bad for the police officer.
“You’re how old?”
“904.”
“Species?”
“Gallifreyan.”
“Never heard of them,” the officer shook his head, writing it down on his paper. “You lot must age differently,” he grumbled, more towards his paper than the two of you.
“Right, and you?” the officer asked, tilting his head in your direction.
The Doctor nodded softly at you, urging you to comply with the officer’s wishes. You sighed and answered the same questions. The officer just seemed relieved to write down something less ridiculous.
“Alright,” he slid the paper pad away from him before leaning back in his chair with his arms crossed “You have been charged with a first-class felony of deception. You will not be fined or executed. To be released from custody you must provide your biggest secret”
“That’s it?” you asked, it seemed a little too simple. The officer nodded, clearly fed up with you and the Doctor.
“Look, folks, let’s just make this easier for all of us and get on with it?”
The Doctor nodded his agreement, casting a nervous look over at you. You nodded back, trying to think of something you could say. You knew easily what your biggest secret was, but you knew you couldn’t say it out loud. Especially not in front of the Doctor.
“I’m terrified of hospitals,” the Doctor said with a small frown.
“That’s ironic,” you chuckled, assuming he was making a joke. The officer stared at him for a few minutes, probably thinking the same thing.
“Checks out,” the officer sighed, writing “scared of hospitals” next to his other notes on the Doctor. “Weird secret, mate,” he added before turning his attention to you.
You fiddled anxiously before leaning back in your seat, your eyes trained on your hands.
“Does he have to be here for it?” you asked softly. The Doctor looked at you confused, wondering what was so bad you didn’t want him to know.
“I just admitted I'm terrified of hospitals as a doctor, it can't get worse than that,” he laughed.
“Does he?” you asked the officer, ignoring the Doctor. The cop looked between the two of you; the Doctor staring wide-eyed and open-mouthed at you, and you trying to act like he wasn’t there.
“Yes,” the officer challenged, leaning back in his seat again. You narrowed your eyes at him, wondering if he only said that to see how things would play out.
“So, what’s your secret?” he smirked, confirming your suspicions. “I’ll know if you’re lying”
You sighed, trying to steady your racing heart. You wanted to scream, maybe even cry. You wanted to blame the Doctor, even if it wasn’t really his fault. Even more, you wanted to wipe that stupid, smug smile off of the officer’s face.
You took one last look at the Doctor, smiling sadly at him. He looked back at you with confusion, unsure why you were looking at him as if it was the last time you’d ever see him. To you, it felt like it would be. He could never look at you the same, not after this.
“I’m in love with this idiot,” you sighed, cocking your head towards the Doctor. The silence that followed was deafening. While the Doctor’s brain struggled to process your words the officer sized you up, searching for any falsities in your statement.
“What a strange pair,” the officer shook his head, leaning forward to write on his pad again. “In love with the other one”
You looked at those words scribbled on the thin, crappy paper and felt your heart clench. It was out there now, the Doctor knew. At the moment, you couldn’t think of anything worse. You would rather spend your entire life in prison than have had to admit that.
“You’re free to go,” the officer waved you off, more preoccupied with writing more things on his paper pad. It seemed so simple, yet one little secret had turned your world upside down.
You nodded solemnly and stood up, heading out the door. The Doctor wasn’t far behind you.
The walk back to the TARDIS was really quiet, a stark contrast from a few short hours ago. You tried not to sulk too much as you walked through the busy streets back to the ship.
The Doctor unlocked the doors without a word, holding them open for you. You walked inside the ship for what you assumed was the last time. The Doctor followed, heading over to the console to mess with a few buttons.
“I’ll pack my things,” you whispered, more to the floor than the Doctor. You moved towards the hallway that led to your room but the Doctor cut you off.
“What?”
“I’ll pack up,” your eyes remained trained on the floor, not wanting to look into his. You knew the Doctor wasn’t going to keep you around after this. It was glaringly clear that he didn’t have those feelings for you, that he couldn’t.
“Why would you do that?” he frowned, moving away from the console.
“You’re kicking me out.”
“I think I would know if I was.” He moved so he was standing in front of you, tilting his head down in an attempt to catch your eye.
“It’s ok,” you shook your head, your eyes trained on your shoes, “I know you don’t want me around anymore.”
“Is this about the whole secret thing?” the Doctor asked gently.
“I know you don’t feel the same, I never expected you to,” you shook your head, averting your gaze again. “I’d understand if you just wanted to drop me back at home.”
“Is that what you want?”
You shook your head, clearing your throat, “It’s not exactly about what I want is it?”
The Doctor remained silent, his mind working for the right thing to say. He didn’t fully comprehend what was happening.
“You’re under the assumption that I’m going to drop you because you love me?” He said softly, still trying to catch your eye.
“Is that not what’s happening right now?” You frowned, confused.
The Doctor laughed softly, moving away from you with one long stride. He ran his hands through his hair, tugging at the spiky strands. You continued to frown at him, confused by his demeanor.
“I can establish a psychic block,” he explained, waving his hands about as he talked. You frowned, confused as to why he was talking about this now. “I told the officer a secret, but I didn’t tell him my greatest secret.”
He had the kind of look on his face he got when he was trying, and failing, to figure something out. It was a look you knew well at this point, you had just never been the cause of it.
“There’s so much of you in my head,” he groaned, waving his hands by the sides of his face, “which is saying a lot 'cause I have more in my head than you will ever experience in your entire life.”
You gaped at him, unsure what you were supposed to say in this scenario. Was this his secret?
“You take up so much space,” he emphasized exasperatedly, repeatedly running his hands through his hair. “Even when you’re not here I’m constantly thinking about you!” He leaned his hands against the console, hanging his head as he continued rambling.
You stared at him like he had grown a second head. No, three extra heads. And a tail.
“I’m sorry, what?” you asked.
The Doctor moved back over to you, reaching out to cradle your face in his hands. He cupped your cheeks gently and bent his head forward so your foreheads connected.
“You take up so much space,” he whispered, his breath fanning across your face. “And the fact that you can’t see that kills me, it really kills me.”
“Doctor-” you whispered in shock. In your mind, there was only ever one way that the Doctor could react to your feelings, and this certainly wasn’t it. “Are you saying what I think you are?”
The Doctor laughed sharply, shaking his head against yours, “You’re clueless, y’know that?”
“You’re not much better,” you frowned back. “But that doesn’t answer my question.” Your heart thudded against your chest, threatening to beat right out of your body. The mere implication that the Doctor could have even a shred of feelings for you was sending your senses into overdrive.
“Yes, I am,” he whispered. That was all you needed. You knew it was hard for him to say things like this. He wasn’t exactly the “I love you” type. The fact that he had said this much already was a wonder.
You didn’t really think about it, you just kissed him. His lips fit against yours perfectly and the kiss was over much sooner than either of you had wanted.
Your face was still cradled in his hands as the Doctor bent down to press another, quicker kiss against your lips, returning the act of affection. You smiled happily as he pulled back, looking up at him with pure adoration.
“Are you really afraid of hospitals though?” you asked, your eyebrows furrowed.
“Terrified,” he shook his head.
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School Reunion
He was a a lithe figure of all rhyme and very little reason...
...especially he gestured for you to come closer. Tousled tufts of soft, brown hair flopped over his forehead, not so strictly gelled back today. His hair was ultimately the first thing that warmed you up to him. His previous face was undoubtedly your first, true love--all blue eyes and ears, knit sweaters under leather jackets, and a secret soft side...
❇Tenth Doctor x Fem Reader
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❇ masterlist | 17+ | size kink goes brr | cheeky Tenth doctor | "Mr Smith" | Sexual Roleplay | Vaginal Fingering | Penis In Vagina Sex | Age Difference kinda technically | this word is so gross but I have to put it in the tags Squirting | Also some degradation | Overstimulation | Creampie | switchy Tenth doctor, but he's a dom rn | Older Man/Younger Woman and teacher student vibes but also not really
You were the illustrious and young English teacher, and he was the older, more experienced Physics teacher.
But it had only been a game. It was the ruse for a job at some school.
Of course you had "just" graduated college; you needed a guided hand to show you how to handle those rowdy students. "Professor Smith," you said as you batted your eyelashes. The size difference between you two was enough to make you squirm, thighs clenched and heart beating in anticipation.
"Poor thing," 'Mr Smith' had said. His hand is ruffling up the chiffon of your knee length skirt. "You're so needy for attention. You'd take any bit of attention from even the science teacher."
You wouldn't yet go into further detail of what conspired that day. After all, it was a little bit inappropriate of you two to do such fooling around during the hours of an investigation. Rose would have been livid to know that while she was slinging chips and pizza to students and staff, you and the Doctor were rather preoccupied with teaching not the students but yourselves just how Miss [L/n] and Mr Smith ought to behave.
Of course, the roleplay was divine. Mr Smith was a role that the Doctor deeply enjoyed to act with, especially when it came to shamelessly flirting with you as if he didn't know you. You suspect he had all his fun that way.
Apart from the canoodling in the workplace, everything else was really a ruse. The way it all started is a little bit convulated, but Rose heard from Mickey who must have heard from someone else that strange things were going on back in her hometime. (Hometime was a bit of a private joke between you, Rose, and the Doctor, it's a play on the word hometown! You and the Doctor fight for the credit of who actually coined the term but Rose often sides with the argument that you truly did.) The Doctor went into full dramatic effect, as he tends to do, and he created you a full fledged identity and a college degree. In real life (for lack of a better term)you're almost done with college where you're honestly pursuing a degree for English Literature.
The Doctor surprised you with the position at this school. Albeit it's undercover, he wanted you to have some fun. His face lit up like the lights on a Christmas tree when he saw how excited you were. Granted, this was a far cry from being an English professor at a prestigious university, as you drunkenly confessed to his prior face while celebrating the win against the nanogenes during the second World War. Though he looked different then, he still loved you with the same, big heart.
Hearts.
Force of habit.
Day One of the mission was the easiest mostly because day one didn't require real work. Rose helped you research the winning numbers for some lottery tickets. She dropped off two winning tickets at the homes of a couple teachers from the school: one from the Mathematics department, one from the Literature.
Needless to say both resigned in an instant. Unfortunately this sparked nasty rumors which accounted the two teachers (who really didn't know one another at all) were having an affair. Well, so long as they enjoyed the money. And since neither of their spouse's seemed to believe these rumors, you supposed there was no real harm done.
Day two consisted of applying for the jobs and actually getting them. The interview process went well. You interviewed with the superintendent who claimed the headmaster was busy.
'This isn't fair,' Rose said. 'I want to be a teacher.'
'You'd look so cute as the lady administrator,' you pointed out from the sofa of the Tardis common room. 'You could wear fake specs. Y'know, look over them and give students dirty looks. Type obnoxiously on your clunky laptop. It's such a shame mini iPads weren't invented sooner. I'd look soooo cute carrying mine around.'
Rose groaned theatrically as she collapsed onto the sofa. She rolled on top of your lap, pushing the remote out of your hands so you could pay attention to her. 'Tell your boyfriend to make me a teacher,' Rose indignantly said. Her nose scrunched as you shifted your thigh to push her off.
'My hands are full,' The Doctor said through a mouthful of snack food. He tossed a sprinkle of crumbs at Rose, consequently catching some on your lap. You shoved his face with mock disregard. 'You mean your hands are tied,' you corrected.
'Sure,' he said, 'that too.'
The start of day three. You dressed in a knee length skirt with pointy flats and a smart looking blazer. You decided to forgo a pair of fake specs (though you were known to occasionally need a pair of real lenses ever since a strange trip with your blue-eyed, prominent-nosed Doctor to an interesting laser show which had some nasty effects on your eyes; it was some sort of festival on Mars in the year 3000). As you walked down the hall to your class room the Doctor walked past, heading the opposite way to the Mathematics department. He sent a prolonged look up and down your outfit.
"Hello, Mr Smith," you said curtly. You had to fight the grin that tussled with your lips. You enjoyed playing your role too, too much.
Mr Smith uncharacteristically fumbled over his feet as he looked over his shoulder to meticulously study the way your bum and hips moved as you went about your merry way. Needless to say this is when he decided to amp up his game.
The children in your classroom couldn't have been older than fourteen. You didn't expect anything outwardly startling at this point, because you didn't yet realize the secrets this school held.
You took a look at the lesson plan the students had been going through before their previous teacher took a miracle vacation to Sicily to renew their marriage vows.
Good for them.
"Who would like to examine the motifs of this scene?" you asked. You were picking through a bit of Macbeth. A beginning scene with the three witches; it should be easy enough.
How typcal to have stumbled upon their Shakespeare unit. An obligatory staple of middle school. Or highschool. Whatever grade these kids are in. You tried thinking of it in terms of Harry Potter; are they fifth years? Harry Potter was certainly fifteen during Order of the Phoenix.
You contemplated this as no one actually tried discussing Macbeth.
"Would anyone like to mention anything?" Your attempts to get them talking was dismal. Perhaps they missed their old teacher. You felt a little guilty. Even more guilt poured in you when you obnoxiously thought that their old teacher wasn't missing them, not while they were having a second honeymoon in Sicily!
"Anything?"
You could have heard an eyelash drop in that room.
"Going on about motif, it's rather interesting that when Macbeth enters, he notes...? What does he say that directly links him to the witches? Oh, goodness, I've lost my place...'So foul and fair a day I have not seen.' Does anyone remember what the three witches say in the opening scene?"
Finally a hand is raised.
You want to thank the kid profusely as you call on her. "What's your name?"
"Addie Jones," the girl said.
"Wonderful! Nice to meet you, Miss Addie. Do you remember the line?"
"'Fair is foul and foul is fair. Hover through the fog and filthy air.'"
"Excellent," you tell her with a smile. "Not only does this line set the overarching theme for the story, it also is a neat trick Shakespeare put in. Macbeth enters a few scenes later and by repeating their words, he's effectively sealed his own fate. This is a pretty good example of a motif. Does anyone know what a motif is?" You scanned the room, hoping for another arm to pop up, but Addie's hand waved shyly in your sight. You understood, then, why teachers threatened to call on students at random. You'd threaten that yourself if you knew anyone else's name. Besides, Addie seemed eager enough to share her answer. "Addie!"
"A motif is a series of repeated patterns, often dialogue or imagery, in literature used to further a narrative."
Whoa.
"Great answer," you told Addie, a sincere smile capturing your lips. "Given that definition, can anyone find other motifs in the play?"
Addie raised her hand.
"Does anyone other than Addie have an idea?" you tried. To no avail, you nodded at Addie. You took a seat behind your desk, grabbing a pen to jot down a forethought about Harry Potter.
Addie took a loud and deep breath. "Another integral motif in the play is sleep. Banquo states, act two scene one, 'And yet I would not sleep. Merciful powers restrain in me cursed thoughts that nature gives way to response.' Act two, scene two, Macbeth by now has killed the king. 'There's one did sleep laugh in's sleep, and one cried Murder!' 14 lines later, same scene, Macbeth then says, 'Methought I heard a voice cry 'sleep no more! Macbeth does murder sleep. The innocent sleep, sleep which knits-,'"
You were extremely puzzled. You tried to gently interupt Addie's train of thought, which seemed to be more than just reading directly from her book than actually answering your question. Taking a stand, your flats smacking the linoleum floor, you strolled back to the front of the classroom, your lesson plan in hand. You caught a glance at Addie's desk. Wherein you'd been expecting to see her fingers eagerly scanning along the pages of her open book, you found that her textbook was rather shut, her hands clasped atop it as she waited for you to say something.
Blinking in surprise, you looked back at the lesson plan. You skimmed through a couple pages. Just when did they begin studying this play? That thought was muting all of your prior Harry Potter saga theories. Only at the start of the week...and they were only assigned an at home reading for the first four scenes.
Perhaps Addie liked to read. Perhaps she enjoyed Macbeth so very much that she chose to memorize the entire damn play.
You hadn't seen any notes marking Addie's remarkable abilities in the subject, so you wondered on about how she could have done such a quick study of the play. "He certainly prattles on about sleep, doesn't he?" you asked Addie, who grinned toothily and nervously. "What do you think it means?" you continued as you hugged the lesson plan to your chest.
That smile faded. "Oh. I'm not sure." Addie, who had memorized all the lines and their scenes regarding 'sleep', was at a loss for words.
You felt a little bit guilty to find that she seemed incredibly embarrassed to be without an answer. You didn't necessarily care, but you wanted to probe for more answers. "Want to venture a guess? Why do you think sleep is so important here? What might it symbolize?"
Addie went red in the face. She played with the edges of her textbook. Her nails pulled apart the layers of the hard cover, flaking specks of cardboard across her desk.
"We could ask ourselves what a literary symbol is," you continued, quickly trying to move on before Addie could explode. "What's a symbol in literature? Maybe someone aside from Addie?"
You sighed. Defeated again. Tomorrow you'd have to try harder. "Alright, Addie, take it away."
After taking a breath of relief, Addie prattled away, "A symbol in literature is one of the literary devices that an author might use to convey a hidden message or theme. Symbols often are represented through objects or ideas that serve with a literal purpose but have metaphorical meaning which furthers the narrative, much like a motif."
Puzzled by her in depth definition all you could really do was nod in response. 'That's correct," you informed her. Though it was far too correct. It didn't sound at all like the answer of a thirteen year old girl. It sounded like a line from a thesis paper or even from some dictionary. Her knowledge us certainly expansive but robotic in nature. She can identify patterns, like motifs and sleep and what not, but she can't analyze their meaning.
You frowned. More accurately, she couldn't form her own thoughts on the subject matter.
During lunch break, you searched the cafeteria for the Doctor. You went through the line, declining food after food. You made a scene of asking Rose for an apple, and then you leaned in close as she handed it to you. "I found something a little bit strange. Sweet girl in my class basically memorized her English textbook. She might as well have memorized mine. Have you seen him?"
Rose's brow twitched with contempt. "No," she said sharply. "Fuck 'im, really, I'm stuck back here slinging chips at bratty kids and he's off doing who knows w-oh, there he is." She pointed him out in the crowd of students, the man sitting at a table and picking apart a turkey and cheese sandwich layer by layer. "He's bein' weird again," Rose snickered. The Doctor smelled one slice of bread. "Oh, God, go stop him. I can't watch him deface himself like this. Wait, take your apple, now. If I was working on commission then you'd be of no use to me. That's right, take some milk, too. Not the skim, you daft. That's basically water. Take the two percent."
You tried to juggle the milk and apple that Rose had tossed in your arms as you sped walked towards the Doctor. You dropped the apple on the table as you took a seat in front of him. His nimble fingers dropped the bread in a split second and he eyed you close. "I've got something," you said.
"Ah, ah," the Doctor said sharply with a wag of his finger. "I don't even know you and you're going to sit down, without even asking, and try and engage in conversation? Tsk. You naughty thing."
You rolled your eyes. "It's nice to meet you," you told him, playing into his game. "I'm Y/n L/n, yada yada. Anyways. Girl in my class-"
He shook his head. "Nope. You didn't ask my name."
"I know your name," you mocked his tone. "We met at the staff meeting."
"How do I know you actually remember it?" the Doctor challenged you. "Go on, just ask my name!" He looked much too amused as you angrily peeled open the cap to your milk.
"What's your name," you therefore said monotonously, trying to void the words of any inquiring tone.
"John Smith, physics professor. I'm single, by the way."
"Anyway! Girl in my class! Basically memorized the entire textbook. She had an answer for most of the questions. However, those answers were all...materialistic. I don't know how to describe it. She didn't know how to input her own thoughts. It was like she just downloaded all the information to her brain. Does that make sense?"
The Doctor nodded. "I've had a similar experience. Kid in my own class has knowledge way beyond planet earth." He pushed his plate of food forward. "Try some."
"No, thanks," you said politely. "I'm not very hungry. Something about this food weirds me out," you drawled as you poked his lightly tousled food around. He was more sampling everything rather than eating. "I've always hated school food. The chips look...odd. The smell of them is somehow off. Does that make any sense?"
"Come with me," the Doctor responded, not saying anything to your earlier rebuttals regarding the school food. "Toss that, I'm not going to eat it," he added. He took the tray and dumped it. You followed behind him as he slid his tray with the other dirty ones. Rose sent him a glare so foul you were surprised he didn't collapse on the spot. A glare like that could make him regenerate. "Found anything strange?"you ask Rose before she and the Doctor can get into a cat fight, an occurrence which frequents the TARDIS.
Rose gossiped, "Half the kitchen staff got replaced not too long ago. And this lot are weird. Get this! The entire lunch menu has been designed by the headmaster himself. What qualifies him to even do that? Don't you have to study...nutrition?" Rose shook her blonde fringe from her milk chocolate eyes. A flare of mischief came in her eyes. "I bet he didn't."
"Is nutrition a course of study? Actually, it is, isn't it? Oh, Rose you should be a nutritionist!" You said gleefully.
The Doctor sighed. He furrowed his eyebrows as he tried to keep up with his two companions.
"Oh, shush," Rose chided to you. "The point is we've been at this for three days! We don't even know what's going on. More like you two don't even know what's going on. I've done my part! I reported back to you an' all!" She looked at you both with arms folded across her chest and her eyebrows raised indignantly. She licked her lower lip in a dare for you or the Doctor to argue back, her chocolate-brown eyes strangely malicious. "That's right, isn't it? You've got nothin' to say but-"
"Stop yelling at us!" The Doctor finally dished back. He seemed irritated beyond his senses, which was typical of him. "Your boyfriend is the one who called us."
Rose's mouth quivered at the term. Her lips opened and closed as though she was a fish out of water. "Mickey's not my--hang on a minute, where are you two going?" she finally demanded as the Doctor started to manhandle you. You looked vaguely surprised, staring at him with incredulity.
"Research!" the Doctor called without looking as he kept his deft fingers tightly wound on your wrist. "We've get a lead!"
You struggled to let her know as he escorted you away.
The halls were empty as the Doctor pulled you contently down the Mathematics hall. His classroom was certainly empty, all students eating their lunch for the next thirty or so minutes.
"Show me what you've got," you told him excitedly as he turned the lock on the door. You looked around eagerly for whatever gadget or gizmo he was going to produce. You waited for another moment before you watched with curiosity as the Doctor settled himself easily on the edge of his desk.
"Where is it?" you asked.
"What do you mean?" The Doctor countered, crossing his arms with some semblance of an attitude.
You mimicked the pressing of a sonic screwdriver. "Where's the...gizmo...aren't you going to sonic something?"
"Oh. No gizmo," the Doctor said. "Not this time. Well, not right now, actually, I'm sure I'll sonic some sort of gizmo sometime soon. No, I actually wanted this time for ourselves. I'm not fond of your attitude, Miss L/n."
You raised a brow. "My attitude?"
The Doctor nodded. "Exactly. Your behavior has been nothing short of abysmal. Neglecting me, running about with Rose, and entirely disregarding your duties here. I supplied you with a title of superiority and you have sorely misused it. There's only one word to describe you these past two days."
For a brief moment your heart stuttered with genuine fear, but then you watched the sparks which flickered in his hazel brown eyes burst into a large flame.
"Naughty."
You barked a laugh. You put a hand over your fast beating heart. "That's not funny," you chastised. "I thought you were being serious!"
The Doctor raised an eyebrow.
No going back now. Not with the rapid pooling of warmth in the bottom of your belly. The Doctor shook his head, tutting his tongue as he folded his arms.
He was a a lithe figure of all rhyme and very little reason; especially he gestured for you to come closer. Tousled tufts of soft, brown hair flopped over his forehead, not so strictly gelled back today. His hair was ultimately the first thing that warmed you up to him.
His previous face was undoubtedly your first, true love--all blue eyes and ears, knit sweaters under leather jackets, and a secret soft side with a not so quiet splash of kinky foreplay. There were zero hints of that face in this one, and the first time you saw it you didn't know what quite to think.
The Doctor had burst into a bright, ball of golden light. Spheres, marble sized, of such light fizzled around him, orbiting his figure while Rose gripped your hand. Her fingers slipped on the fresh blood, making you wince as she slid over the fresh slice. The fight against the Daleks had been the most important matter in all the world just moments ago. And now you felt as though...you were about to lose everything.
Your mouth burned with the hard kiss the Doctor had given you. His tongue had meddled against yours, sweeping the roof of your mouth the way he knew you liked. His thumbs swiped away the tears that dotted the corners of your eyes, and just like that, he was saying goodbye. And then this.
Dizzying rushes of blinking in and out of reality coursed through you. This almost felt like a dream. The image charading in front of you didn't seem right. This wasn't how it was supposed to go, afterall. You three were supposed to find Jack and go home, wherever 'home' was. No matter where home was, the day would always end with you laying on the Doctor's chest, ear to dual hearts while he played with your hair.
And yet that wasn't how this was going to end.
Rose gripped your hand tight. Your vision flickered with stars as her fingers slipped into the gash on your hand. Nausea punched you in the gut as the light grew brighter and brighter. Stop, you wanted to tell him. It's not funny.
It wasn't funny at all.
The energy surged, so loud you could almost hear it, you could practically feel it sizzling inside of you. Energy sang inside the TARDIS: the chime high and loud, the pitch far beyond any regular frequency. And God, it hurt.
The ringing ascended frequency and finally it shut off as the Doctor cried out just a bit.
The light disappeared.
And so had your Doctor.
You crept closer.
He pushed his leg out, patting the top of his thigh. "Take a seat, Miss L/n," he sighed, making a point to sound disappointed. He would really be if you didn't play along! So you hopped up to take a seat, holding onto the back of his neck for leverage as you made yourself comfortable.
It wasn't unusual for him to become unexpectedly horny, especially in the midst of a mission such as this. He was one for taking fortified risks.
"What do you have to say for yourself?" he asked.
"Just that I've been a very bad girl," you informed him with an exaggerated pout. You puckered your lower lip. "I just wanted your attention, Mr. Smith."
"Consider it done. You've certainly caught my attention with this little garb," the Doctor said as he pushed a hand up your skirt. His lean fingers squeezed the inside of your thigh, making you squirm. The flash of quick pain on the easily bruised skin made your heart rush. Looking up at him, it was easy to spot the remnants of the other Doctor. Your first Doctor.
Though his face has changed, and you love him all the same-if not more-he'll always have that face.
"Professor Smith," you said as you batted your eyelashes. The size difference between you two was enough to make you squirm, stomach clenched with eager anticipation.
"Poor thing," 'Mr Smith' said. His hand kneaded the jiggling flesh of your leg, pinching it and grinning at the way you wiggled in his grip. "You're so needy for attention," he cooed. "You'd take any bit of attention from even the science teacher."
His mouth pressed against yours. Lips against lips, both soft as the petals of a flower, but clashing hard, as if you two had never kissed before! But kisses are less than few-and-far; they're frequent. They're the Doctor's favorite past time.
Even with this face you two spend nights in his study, laying in the chaise lounge, your ear against his chest and listening to his dual hearts. Even with this face do you two kiss passionately into the hours of the ambient night lights that the TARDIS has set for you. Your hands plucked at the buttons of his shirt.
His build was entirely different from the previous one he bore. Where then he'd been slightly bulkier with more muscle and mass, he was now slender, lithe, and graceful. He walked like a cat with cunning mischief on his mind. His deft fingers were slipping up your skirt, hooking across the band of your underwear and cheekily tugging them down as he pushed his thumbs into your hips.
He loved, loved, the curves of your body (he always had. It wasn't something that would ever change). He liked to grip the fleshy parts of you tight, squeeze and fondle any parts of you he could get his hands on.
You splayed your fingers out like a starfish, pushing your hand on his sternum just between both hearts. You could feel them both beating fast as his shirt drifted open, framing his clavicle and abdomen like a picture. He couldn't be more gorgeous than this; freckles constellated his pale skin. The shades that stood out on his skin compared to yours made your lips curl. The colors were like blots of paint on a pallet in the hands of an artist.
Confidently, you believed that a painting with every shade your two bodies had to offer would outshine the Mona Lisa or Starry Night.
The Doctor's hand crept below the threshold of your underwear. His thumb padded through the plush lips of your pussy, nudging at your pearled clit. "Not nearly as wet as I'd prefer," the Doctor chastised as he flexed his thumb in a circle on your clit, not bothering to start at a slow pace. The quick lashings of a hurried pleasure made your body tremble. Like a startled newborn you spasmed in his hold, nearly collapsing backwards. If he hadn't had an arm around your waist you would have made a fool of yourself.
"Can't stay still?" The Doctor cooed. "The more I rub this little clit, the more wet that oozes out of you. That makes it so easy for me to simply..."
Your voice strained as the Doctor slowly pushed his middle finger inside of you. He moved slowly so that you could feel every bit of your cunt that he stretched out. For all the times you'd ever attempted to stick something inside of yourself, this really took the cake.
Every time you tried it just felt...like you were sticking something inside of yourself. Like there was just something inside a vaginal cavity; Just something inside that was vibrating.
Not sexy, nor pleasurable.
The amount of times you'd attempted to do gymnastics around your bedroom in your home time, stretching your legs or doing back bends, all to find the magical spot that the internet claimed existed. These exploits were all for naught.
Imagine how strange a feeling it was for you to be proven wrong by the Doctor. You swore up and down there was something wrong, something maybe even broken, but no matter what, you just didn't have what other women suspiciously claimed to have. Well, the Doctor loves to prove others wrong. You can imagine how that first night went, with him grinning down at you and touching both the inside and outside of you at once to bring about a genre of pleasure you hadn't realized existed.
You gnawed on your lip as the Doctor slowly pushed a second digit inside, still tending to your clit to keep the feeling from being too uncomfortable. "It's alright," the Doctor said softly. He shifted his body, making a swift stand as he set you on the desk and settled between your legs, without removing his hand from you at all.
He widened the gap between your legs so your knees laid hip length apart. His tall figure stood straight as he looked down at your cunt which dropped over his hand.
"And there it is," he sighed. "You're taking it like a good girl, aren't you? Even though we're in a school. A learning facility. Have you no shame?"
Whether or not he wanted an answer, you couldn't say. Your vision was blurry as he pumped up into a secret place inside of you while also stimulating your clit. The small bundle of nerves was pulsating, having become a bulbous bud of despair and anxiety. It tensed and twitched under every touch but ultimately it yearned for more. You kept tensing around his fingers, holding onto the lapels of his jacket tight.
The Doctor looked down at you. He smirked.
"You're holding onto me with quite a strong grip. Afraid I'll pull away? Afraid I'll stop? Your cunt just keeps squeezing onto me. So hot and wet. So comforting. Don't you wish it was my cock?"
You panted out a reply, not bothering to sound witty or naughty. Not the time. "Yes."
A laugh. A genuine sound. The musical chime of it faded before the Doctor replied, "I do, too. But first I'll watch you cum on my fingers. It's alright. Door's all locked. My attention is entirely on you. You've been working so hard, so eager to please Mr Smith. Now you ought to let Mr Smith please you. Although...I should be punishing you. Shouldn't I? I'm sure it wouldn't be much of a real punishment, though. After all, you tend to enjoy it when I spank your sweet ass."
The mere words sent the images into your brain. The thought of it made your pussy flinch, and the Doctor laughed again though this time round it was a touch harsh sounding. "I knew you enjoyed it," he said quietly. He kissed your forehead, his lips curled into a smile as he did so. "It's alright, dear, it's only me. You can be honest. I quite like it. Oh, my, you're dripping all the way onto my wrist!"
He feigned annoyance. "Just look...look at this mess you're making."
You dared to take a look.
A small gasp choked in your throat, the sound making the Doctor chuckle. The muscles of your thighs twitched. The knee length skirt was thrown back so you were sitting bare assed on the cool desk, the skirt gathered around your hips. Your panties were stuffed in the Doctor's trouser pockets: you could see them sticking out. When had he done that?
The tendons in his wrist were flexing as he thrust his two fingers up and in, while his thumb angled upwards to continue the steady pace on your clit. The lazy rhythm which he had set was making you sweat. He didn't seem terribly bothered by the writhing around you were doing.
"Don't you like the sight of it?"
The Doctor's content was evident in the way he spoke, looking at the mess with a dreamy sparkle in his eye.
He appeared visibly intoxicated as a long and loud 'mmm' escaped you. You had a difficult time remembering that the sounds were your own; you didn't always feel physically mounted in your body during your horny escapades. Sometimes the thrall of an orgasm separated your physical self from your metaphysical self like the whites and yolk of an egg. You were being gradually poured apart with every furthering motion the Doctor made. Joules of an intense pleasure rumbled inside of you. Your stomach had a slippery feeling, like a pad of hot butter on a skillet, fuzzy and warm and enticing.
Your legs jerked around, ankles flanking into the back of his thighs and effectively pulling him closer. He was trapped between your legs-just the way he liked.
Tension unfurled in your shoulders, slipping away like drops of rain on a window pain. It tingled down your back and you tilted away, Your chin raising towards the ceiling as one of your hands roughly gripped the edge of Mr Smith's desk. Anchored to the British classroom of 2005, you started to feel the edges of a smooth and velvety orgasm close in on you. It was a feeling that couldn't be physically embodied by much else than a velvet ribbon, or a warm vanilla latte, or-
"Fuck!" You whined. "It's-"
The Doctor pushed the familiar feeling forward. It was an intensity that you could only ever feel with the Doctor, with his hand or his cock or his anything. It no longer mattered that the year was 2005; the pressure on your clit felt nothing short of a pulsing burst of energy and fire. Gold fizzled in your vision. Your cunt felt heavy. Something tickled behind your bladder, the feeling making you beg. "Doctor, wait!" You urged him as you pawed at his torso. "I think I'll-"
"That's what I want," the Doctor muttered. "Don't worry, darling, I'll take good care of you. It's alright. Just keep squirming like that and let me rub your pussy to completion. Don't tire yourself-I want to feel you with my cock, too, so just relax and enjoy it. Can't you try?"
The urge to clench your walls and even the muscles around your clit was hard to fight. But when you did, it allowed an enormous wave of pleasure to drown you. You tremored and babbled a string of incoherent words. Some kind of begging, you think, or perhaps declarations of love, hatred, or anything in between. Passions had built up inside you and now they're spilling out like the waters from a broken dam. Judging by the bleary grins of content through your teary eyes, you were praising him to high ends. Likely spilling out your love for him and his hands.
Pressure started to release as the gradual high came about. It wasn't an overt transition from pleasure to climax; it was never black and white, it was a grey scale that slowly blossomed to a bright gold and silver.
Weight transpired from the top of your head to your torso and then to your belly. It sank low, behind your ovaries. A heavy, swollen sensation was hanging right over you, taunting the burst of energy that would soon make a mess over the Doctor's hand and shirt. You feared the worst as you pathetically tried to wiggle your hips around. You were so close to that feeling. If you just pushed yourself a little bit more than you could reach it.
"If I didn't know better, I'd say you're about to cum all over me," the Doctor murmured in a harsh tone. "That's repulsive. That's so human of you. It's disgustingly easy to make you leak with just a hand."
You buried your face into the chest of the Doctor, trying not to be too loud with the whimpers and shallow breaths you were releasing as though you were a television woman in labor.
Babbling out vowels, your entire body released a burst of warmth; like pink ribbons and fresh croissants and the tops of your thighs after you sat by a bonfire. The convulsed through you as that swollen feeling finally burst, indeed making a mess on the Doctor as you feared.
You looked down at yourself in shock. A grim sense of shame started to take over the pink-flakey-croissant-bonfires-with-Rose feeling. "I'm so sorry," you whispered, your voice a cracking piece of foil as the Doctor licked the corner of his mouth. He quickly licked his fingers clean before shaking his head. "No, no, don't apologize," he said as he quickly moved his fingers to the button of his pants. "It was quite a learning experience, I should say. I learned that you are a very cute, young, little cunt in desperate need of an older, wiser cock. I'm just going to give you what you want. You don't have anything otherwise to say. I know you don't."
You shook your head as you watched the Doctor palm himself. His bulge was prominent and you had to restrain a whimper as he pulled back the boxer briefs he wore, which you insisted on because he wanted to wear boxers, but you found boxer briefs undeniably sexy, and so he wore them; he couldn't exactly do otherwise when the Tardis was replacing his go to wardrobe with other garments--it was totally accidental the way the Tardis now listened to your opinion before his. But he couldn't deny: blood runs thicker than water. And your blood had sizzled on the heart of the beloved Tards. So yeah, sometimes the Tardis chose to play Christmas music when it was only November (according to the earth-calendar programmed into the mainframe, but that was also another story).
You pulled him down by the scruff of his neck, forcing him to kiss you as he played with himself. Your sloppy kiss was all tongue against tongue, open mouthed groans into one another as you guided his hand up and down on himself.
Now leaking precum, he smothered himself In the lubricant and thumbed the slit of his cock, a clenched-teeth hiss escaping himself as you urged him to prepare. But the Doctor likes to edge himself; he likes the discomfort of wanting to chase an orgasm, the self control it required to ignore the body's instinct.
"Come closer," he groaned against you. His forehead rested on yours. You both watched him pump his cock a few more times; your chest was rising and falling as hard as his.
He guided himself inside you, kissing your forehead as he slowly inched forward. The brief discomfort as he pushed past the curve of your walls was strictly rewritten into a song of bliss. Mint green paint, fresh croissants with oozing chocolate, an open campsite by the sizzling fire.
He hunched over your little figure; he was completely towering atop you, the size of a dire wolf pinning a rabbit against his own torso. He grunted as he pulled himself out only to slam his way back in, the motion making you feel full and heavy.
He worked his hips to thrust in and out of you, pulling himself practically to the tip each time. His hand was tending to your clit as he moved. Each touch on your clit felt like torture, in the best sense. You already felt swollen and every touch was amplified. The starts of a new orgasm made you tired and shudder, your mouth desperate for water as it worked its way through your body.
"You're so small," the Doctor huffed through a laugh as your figure jerked with each thrust. You were trapped against his torso, feeling the doubly beat of his hearts pounding as he plowed in and out of you. "So pliable," he added as he groped the side of your thigh exposed by the wrinkled fabric of your skirt. "So hot and tight while I have my way with you. You couldn't help yourself. You just had to be fucked right now, just like this. Always needing my attention, always, always. I never thought you'd be so bratty in public! I like it."
"Stop talking," you groaned. "That's all you ever do. Talk, talk, talk. I think you like that, more."
The Doctor gripped your chin, slowing his movements down. His hand skittered away from your clit but you were quick to pin it in place. You pushed one of your fingers inside of his mouth, watching him pucker his lips around the digit and sucking. His thick eyelashes fluttered before he jerked his head back. "Not your turn, princess," he sneered. "I'm in charge right now."
"You like when I'm in charge, too," you retorted. "You could just give up, you know."
The Doctor once again groped at you, squeezing hard on your pebbled nipples with a growl of warning. "Not the time," he told you with a rough thrust up. It made you gasp and heel over as the spotlight of sudden pleasure shone over you; the Doctor smirked as he carefully weened his way back into a quicker pace than he had been previously going at. "Don't you dare stop," you pleaded as you gripped him by the collar of his button down. "Or you're in for a load of trouble when we get home." The Doctor's brown eyes twinkled at the idea: home on the Tardis, being straddled and used by you, it sounded like a marvelous plan.
"I'm not the one who's about to get a load," the Doctor said, grinning at the gross slang, but he was unable to really care because your cheeks had tears dripping down them. "Can't wait to see how full you become. I'll be dripping down your legs the rest of the day."
"Shut up," you whimpered as you tilted your head back.
Honestly speaking you quite enjoyed his babbling chit chat. He really did like to hear himself talk. You liked it as well.
"Make me."
You two pressed your mouths into a rough mold, your tongues slithering over tips and teeth. Your arms wrapped over the back of his neck, locking him in place. His chuckles dripped down your throat as he vocalized his own pleasure. Your breathing hastened. Panting like a dog in the summer heat, you were kissing him back as if it were a fight for your life. You clenched all your body into a rigid stake as the peak of the orgasm finally prodded into your cunt. The Doctor's hands pressed into your hips and legs, his thumbs rubbing calming circles into you as he moaned. He was much more accepting of the pleasure wave as it rode through him.
Hiccuping whimpers fluttered into the Doctor's mouth as your slick, wet released. The feeling made the Doctor groan, loud and strong as he finally released the gates of his own seed. He grunted as he made sloppy thrusts; cum mixed and squeezed out of you like the lemon custard in a powdered donut, a rare, sweet, tart taste that made your eyes water.
Your mouths pulled apart with a loud smack. You both looked down at the mess. He pumped in and out a few times, hissing as you suckled a bite on the underside of his jaw. You cried out a curse as he swiftly pulled out and gripped his cock, the limb still half hard. He pushed the tip of himself against your clit, making a harsh circle so your bodies both shuddered. "Too much," he said between clenched teeth. He released a breath as final spurts of his seed painted on the lips of your pussy.
The strain on his chest eased.
The Doctor swayed forward. His face lulled into a lazy grin, tucking itself within the crook of your neck. Carefully exhaling your last deep breath, you slid back so you were laying face up, looking at the ceiling as the Doctor remained curled atop you. He hummed with content, rubbing his hand over the soft skin of your pelvis. Your skirt was still flipped up; his pants were unbuttoned.
Panting. The fluorescent lights seemed so homely in the aftershocks of this feeling. Left over in your core was the tingling of the orgasmic pain on your clit, now soft and bruised, but for good reason.
"I really think there's something strange going on," you mentioned after a few minutes of calm silence. You softly scratched his scalp, combing through his soft hair while he purred at the feeling, reminding you of a cat. "This school seems off."
"I'm tired," the Doctor said. "Work seems boring, now."
"It's life or death," you pointed out.
"Is it?"
"You're just fucked out, aren't you?" you pointed out again but with a laugh this time.
"Yeah, you're probably right...probably."
"I'm always right," you informed him. "The sooner you realize that, the easier your life will be."
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Peace At Last
A purely self-indulgent Ten x Reader fic because I just love Ten so much okay! (gif made by me)
Let me know what you think!
Read on ao3
Tagging some people I’ve recently followed who I think might like it: @denaliwrites @tatennant @doctor-donnaa @quite-right-too @theetherealbloom @my-lonely-angel @casasupernovas @kbishop @tennant @raining-stars-somewhere-else @davidtennan-t
Ten x Reader, she/her/hers pronouns, one use of Y/N
(Sorry if this causes pain especially since it’s the last episode with Fourteen and David Tennant as The Doctor today. Wishing everyone so much love and hope you can cope with the pain we will all be experiencing in 5 hours!)
They bumped into each other.
Literally.
He wasn’t looking where he was going, just trying to focus on not collapsing in the street before he could make it back to the TARDIS, and she was coming out of a shop.
This was almost the end.
He could feel it.
He felt it when he saw Rose but he couldn’t let go.
Not yet.
He had one more stop.
He wanted to be near where she lived.
He just wanted to be near her.
One last time.
He didn’t want to wipe her memory but he had to.
It wasn’t like it was with Donna but he knew that one day she would die because of him and he didn’t want that.
He couldn’t bear the thought.
It had to be done so she could live and she never would have left of her own accord. She would never leave him willingly so what other choice did he have?
Especially after trying to change time and becoming The Time Lord Victorious. Look how that turned out.
Adelaide Brooke still died only it was his fault instead of it being an accident.
“Oh shit! Sorry! I should have been looking where I was going!” A voice said.
“No, it’s m-” He knew that voice. His luck really was great(!)
He must’ve paused for a beat too long because she spoke again. “Are you okay? Did I hurt you?”
That was her all over. Always worrying and caring about others (him especially).
“Yeah! I’m fine!” He replied, trying to sound nonchalant. “Just feeling a bit under-the-weather. Winter and all, you know?” His voice didn’t sound like him. It was nervous, slightly high-pitched, and shook a little. He hoped that she didn’t know that there was something wrong.
“I know. You might want to invest in some actual winter clothes though to keep you warm. Converse and winter are not the best combination,” she laughed, looking him up and down at his unusual (to her now anyway) attire.
He could’ve cried and hugged her at hearing the jibe she’s told him multiple times while travelling with him. Instead, he forced himself to laugh and smile at her.
“Yeah, I suppose I should. Maybe one day,” he replied, scratching the back of his neck. A habit that he had developed when he was nervous.
She would have noticed and usually tried to comfort him. But not now. The thought made his hearts ache.
“Sorry but do I know you?” She asked, staring at him with a slight frown. His hearts leapt into his throat. “You just seem so familiar. What’s your name?”
He quickly composed himself before replying with a classic phrase. “No, sorry, I don’t think you do. I guess I just have one of those faces. Name’s David. David Smith.”
She had told him to stop with the John Smith alias as “no-one believes that’s your name. I may as well call myself Jane Doe.” So he had changed it as soon as he wiped her mind. Just in case he ever saw her again and the name John Smith made her remember.
“David…” She trailed off, as if she was trying to place the name, still slightly frowning until the crease between her eyebrows eased. “I guess you do just face on of those faces. Sorry about that,” she finished, smiling sheepishly.
He mentally released a breath that he didn’t realise he was holding.
“No worries,” he replied, smiling to try to ease her embarrassment that he knew she was feeling.
She may not remember him but he still knew her like the back of every hand he’s ever had.
They stood there for a few moments, longer than two seemingly strangers should, just smiling at each other before she looked away, a light blush colouring her already flushed cheeks from the cold.
His hearts ached again and pain filled his entire being.
He would never get to see her blush from embarrassment due to looking at him for too long again.
“I should probably go before the snow gets worse,” she said.
He looked around and noticed that the snow had started to get heavier since they had been talking.
“Of course. Get home safe.” His voice cracked. Home should be in the TARDIS with him.
“You too. Before you go,” she said, putting a hand on his arm as he was turning the leave.
He could feel the pain of having to leave her almost bring him to his knees due to feeling her touch again. It had felt so long since he had felt that and he never wanted her to stop.
He would never feel her comforting touch or her hand in his again and he was starting to break
She was rummaging through her bag and took out a blue scarf. TARDIS blue.
“Here,” she said softly as she leaned up on her tip toes and wrapped it around his neck. “I don’t know why but I just bought this. It’s not really my thing and I don’t have anyone else to give it to but there was something in my mind that urged me to buy it. Maybe this was fate,” she chuckled. “There! Looks great!” She grinned, smoothing out the scarf and his breath caught as her fingers grazed the back of his head.
“Thank you, he responded quietly, tears filling his eyes “Truly. Thank you.” He took her hands in his and kissed the back of them.
“You’re very welcome,” she said, just as quietly as him, and blushed once more.
He let go of her hands and took a step back. He swore that he saw disappointment on her face at that.
He didn’t have time to dwell on it for too long as she had thrown her arms tightly around his waist and pressed her face into his chest, taking a deep breath of him in.
He wasn’t sure if his hearts had stopped completely or if they were beating so fast that he couldn’t feel them beating properly anymore.
He wrapped his arms around her and kissed the top of her head, taking in the familiar and comforting scent.
The hug ended as quickly as it had started but before he could feel too disappointed, she had placed her hands on his shoulders, almost wrapping her arms around his neck like the scarf was, and pressed her lips to his cheek.
She stepped back and smiled brightly at him
“Merry Christmas, Doctor,” she said as she walked away.
He was frozen.
Did she just-?
Could she-?
No.
She couldn’t remember him.
Could she?
His brain was working faster than normal.
“Merry Christmas, Y/N,” he called after her before he knew was he was doing.
She briefly turned back and waved, that beautiful smile still on her lips, lighting up her whole face.
“Merry Christmas, my love,” he whispered, turning the corner as quickly as he could to find the TARDIS before him.
He could feel the old girl humming happily in his head and he smiled at her in return.
The image of his love didn’t leave his mind.
Not even as he noticed Ood Sigma.
Not even as he started to feel the pain of death returning.
Even when the Ood started singing to him and he felt himself burning, he could still see her.
Her smile bright and warm, helping him find peace.
At last.
~ A few streets away ~
“Huh. That was weird,” she said out loud.
Shrugging, she entered a café, still smiling and felt a warmth that travelled deep into her soul.
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#doctor who#rose tyler#10th doctor#tentoorose#metacrisis doctor#tentoo x rose#tentoo#there’s a fic in the back of my mind where she gets this outfit remade in pete’s world and surprises him with it#my art#dw art#THIS IS NOT 10
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I NEED TO REQUEST A TIMELORD! READER X 10TH DOCTOR!!!
I feel like there’s just not enough on the app.
could be just like cute adventures, two time lords chatting, idk you decide <3
(so sorry for the wait! This was super fun to write, thanks so much for the ask 👌)
A Madman In A Box
Rating: G
Pairing(s): 10th Doctor & Time Lord!Reader
Tags/TW: Time Lord reader, reader is gender neutral
The Doctor was unlike any Time Lord you'd ever met.
For one, he seemed to have no idea what he was doing at any given moment. He leapt headfirst into danger, and almost seemed to relish in leaving an impact. The two of you had travelled to hundreds of different star systems, and it seemed to be his mission to leave each place a little better off than when you'd arrived.
It was baffling, but as you spent more time travelling space and time in his antiquated Type 40 TARDIS, you began to realize that this lifestyle fit you more than a life on Gallifrey ever would.
Today, the Doctor was taking a bit of a break. Instead of scouting for a new adventure to insert himself into, he was camped out in the console room, lying on his back and taking apart... Something.
"What are you doing?" you asked, sitting in one of the jump seats. You tended to hover whenever the Doctor began... Tinkering - once he'd tried to correct the chameleon circuit and nearly ejected the entire console room into space.
He sat up, promptly knocking his head against the bottom of the console. "General maintenance," he muttered as he rubbed the forming knot on his forehead, "Have to make sure the old girl is in tip top shape."
You smothered a snort. "I think the 'old girl' was out of commission before either of us were even born," you said, and he answered you with a huff.
"It's not like they had the newest model just sitting empty in a museum," he said. The TARDIS gave an indignant hum and he patted the central column, saying, "Besides, she's the best machine I've ever operated."
You raised your eyebrows and nodded, crossing one leg over the other and reclining in your chair.
After a moment, you asked, "Why did you do it? I mean, you hardly passed your exams, whatever made you think to go off on your own?"
He paused. "I just hated being there. My first face had never liked being cooped up on that dust ball-"
"Your first face?" you interrupted, "I never heard that bit. You left before you had even regenerated, even once?"
He nodded, saying, "I don't know what it was back then, maybe I was going stir-crazy, maybe I saw the writing on the wall and decided to try and avoid it on my own, I don't know. But I left, and I'm better off for it."
A question arose in your mind and you quickly shoved it back down. The Time War was a topic that - the two of you had agreed - was best left alone, and you respected that. It was an open wound in the universe, and you'd never seen it more plainly than in your best friend.
"What do you have in mind for the next trip?" you asked, and his face lit up.
He stood up from the floor and tugged one of the view screens over to where you could see, flipping a switch and displaying a star chart. "So, you know the forest of Pitinia?"
"The bird sanctuary?"
"Yes. Well, in the next system over, the same people have built the biggest aquarium in the universe."
You sat up in your chair, a smile dancing across your face. "Have you got ginger beer somewhere?"
He met your gaze with a wide smile. "You read my mind."
#10th doctor x reader#10th doctor x you#10th doctor#doctor who x reader#doctor who x you#doctor who fic#doctor who fanfiction#10 is such a goofy goober
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Sometime Dreamers (crossover fic)
Summary: Doctor Who/Sandman crossover, 2nd person femme/female reader (though it's very vague through most of the story)
A/N: Launching this monstrosity as part of the Winter Solstice Writing Event even though I spent the morning puking and wrestling with a piece of toast. The Sandman elements will integrate in upcoming installments, I swear. *Eyebrow waggles*
Interactions help me shout down my depression and get bits out faster! Love you all, and thank you for your support!
1.
The extraordinary finds you on an ordinary walk.
The sky’s all grey clouds and rainy breezes, even when the forecasters insist it’s blue. Half of the year’s leaves crunch underfoot. Half still give you a reason to look up and marvel.
Really, everything’s fine, even if you’re tired, too tired, worryingly tired, and you’re too wrapped up with thoughts of the House to pay attention to your feet, and you should get back to your latest assignment, or maybe –
“Ooof.”
Brown fabric in your face, your sneakers tangling with his – a full-on collision in front of god and everyone. The man’s so skinny you could’ve dodged fifty ways around him. Instead, you’re wrapped around each other in a bid against gravity.
You look up into brown eyes full of questions. Pretty. And sad. And distracting. You’re still touching, and it’s time you did something about that.
“I am so sorry.” You sort out your feet first, reclaiming your balance before abashedly releasing the fistful of trench coat you’d snared. Then you catch yourself trying to smooth away the wrinkles. Shit. Well. Too late to keep your hands to yourself, but you fold them behind your back anyway, smiling to convince the stranger you’re entirely harmless and definitely weren’t coming on to him, and damn you’re spiraling again. Time for more caffeine. Past time. The walk’s left you tired. You’d hoped it would finally energize you past the malaise hanging over the House. No such luck.
“Oh, no. My fault entirely.” He smiles with his teeth, and it’s definitely a lie, but at least he’s being nice about it. “I never watch where I’m going. But if you wouldn’t happen to – Are you feeling alright?” His whole face wrinkles around the thought, sharpening to pierce your thoughts. He looks in one of your eyes, then swings to the next, mumbling as he reaches in his coat.
“I’m fine. No harm done. You?”
He pulls out a whining device and shines its blue light in your face. “No, that’s not what I mean at all. You look awful.”
After months of obsessive dreams and a lethargy you can’t shake, yeah, of course you look awful. You have a mirror. You had a first-row seat to watch the shadows grow under your eyes. It isn’t even something your roommates dare bring up, because they have their own bruises and drooping smiles. Trust the pretty stranger to be an asshole, though.
Using the side of your hand to guide the buzzing light away, you clear your throat and ask, “I wouldn’t happen to what?”
“What?” He returns the light to his pocket, fishes out a pair of glasses, and squints at you again.
“You were going to ask me something.”
“Oh, right. Yes. Well. I guess you would happen to. You sort of already have, or do, not sure yet. Nice to meet you, by the way.” He thrusts out his hand and grins again, trying to wipe the slate clean and yank the wool over your eyes, like this was a perfectly normal introduction. “I’m the Doctor.”
You accept the handshake but only offer your first name. He repeats it, beaming and glancing around like your name might appear in print on the side of a building.
“Live around here, then?”
Ah, nah. Too far, too fast. He’s not pretty enough to die for. Even though you don’t live alone, common sense screams against telling a strange man where you live.
“I’m just out for a walk.”
Nodding, slipping his hands into his pockets, he accepts the refusal. “Nice place for a walk.”
Thank all fuck. He has tact if not manners. “Very. And it was nice bumping into you, but I’d better continue on mine.” You pass, spin on our heel, and take a few steps backwards. Maybe he was going to ask you for directions, and you don’t want to leave on a sour note, because the poor man might just be awkward. “There’s a lake if you keep going that way. And if you cut through the empty lot there’s a little woods. Or just follow the road and you’ll find some pubs and shops and things. If you’re lost or thirsty, I mean.”
“Oh,” he smiles, “I love a little woods.”
Strange, definitely strange, but fun. So long as he doesn’t follow you home and murder your in your sleep, you’ll work a story around those deep, sad eyes. You’ll dream up fabulous, new worlds for those well-worn Converse to wander. “Good to meet you. Sorry I was a bit of a road hazard.”
“Mutual. The hazard was mutual. Enjoy your walk.”
You face away and continue in the opposite direction. When you reach a good corner you peek over your shoulder, but he’s gone. It’s a relief, if a little sad. The end of an odd little tale, and the end of the story is always the worst part, even when it’s happy.
It’s another two miles back to the House. Your feet carried you far away, but your mind is still in your room, turning over fragments of inescapable scenes.
Mind and body meet on the doorstep. You come back to yourself, vaguely aware of how shaky your legs feel as you put your key in the lock and push through into the entry way.
Art crawls over the walls, growing across the ceiling. Decades of creatives moving through have left their mark in every imaginable way, and the lot you live with are busy adding their own. Jeremy’s painted a starling over the hallway mirror, and Blithe Sharpied her band’s logo at the foot of the stairs months ago.
Despite the chaos of the House’s interior design, it’s dead quiet. Where is everyone? In bed, probably. Asleep or wishing they were. They’re all under the weather, too, and if they have the energy to get up and be productive, they can only work quietly.
Blithe’s guitar hasn’t serenaded anyone in the wee hours of the morning for weeks, and you’re sure she’s missing rehearsals. Trevor hasn’t been to an audition in just as long. And Jeremy, well, he was always a bit quiet. He liked to keep his headphones on while he painted, and the biggest racket he ever made was when he knocked over the tray with his palette and brushes.
But none of them had ever been so lifeless. Jeremy made the old house’s creaking boards sing in the odd hours as he went from the attic to the kitchen for tea or biscuits. Trevor should be laughing on the phone with someone. Blithe should be composing new music to transcribe on the walls. No one seems like themselves, and all the doctors could do was mumble about stress and lifestyle choices.
But at least you’re home.
You’re tired.
You’ll just have a little nap before you put the coffee on.
You make it as far as the couch.
Then the fatigue swallows you, and thought unstitches from reality as you fall into the ratty floral print. Loose threads of memory follow you down, the rhythm of your walk echoing in your feet, and you find green grass sprouting from your imagination. The dream smells like summer, and droning rattles in your ears.
It’s another story. The same one you keep slipping into when you sleep. Growth, and death, and the thing that sits between lurking underground.
A hill.
A door where there is no door.
Old magic pulling bits of you inside, tattering the edges of your fingers as they steady you against an oak. Skin, fingernails, and tendon shred away like burnt paper, pulled towards the point of entry that doesn’t exist.
Under your palm, the wood groans and flexes, breathing, or pulsing, alive in ways you’ve always suspected trees are but can’t articulate. It’s all impressions here, and it’s pulling you in. The tree has more life than you do. You’re feeding the green, green grass and the hill beneath without growing into it, and that must mean you’re –
Awake.
Consciousness physically jerks you out of the dream, and a muscle seizes in your neck.
“Fuck.”
What’s happening? Did you jump scare yourself? As you try to rub the angry spot over your shoulder, the sound that roused you comes again.
A knock at the door.
Rolling your head to pop the bastard muscle back into compliance, you get your feet on the floor.
But the dream. You need to write it all down.
There must be a scrap of paper around here somewhere. A stubby pencil on the end table and an out-of-date band flyer come to hand. They’ll do. But as you scratch down words to shape the sensory madness of your wandering dream, the knock comes again, and you swear, stumbling to your feet.
“Damn it.”
You abandon your work and make your way to the door, pulling it open without checking who’s waiting on the other side. It creaks open as you glance down to make sure your feet are clear, and you look up to find the storied brown eyes from your walk.
“Hello again!”
He shoots the same, big grin, like this is not at all strange and really you should all remain calm while he stops in for a cup of tea.
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Chapter 24: The Honorable Ladies Souzas
Fandom: Doctor Who
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The Doctor stepped out of a grocery store holding a rather large chocolate egg in his hands, minty fresh of course, for his—
He scrunched up his face at the water that practically smacked him in the face.
"Sorry!" He heard Minerva's cry right after. He lightly sighed as he patted his face dry with a cloth from his pocket. Minerva quickly reached him with an apologetic face that he frankly couldn't ignore. "Sorry! Sorry! Sorry! I was just trying to practice again and then...well..." she made a face as she patted his cheeks, "...on the bright side I finally got my 2 seconds to turn into two minutes?" She gave a small, nervous smile.
"Which means I'm proud of you," the Doctor declared and placed a kiss on her lips.
"Yeah? Cause Zohar says I'm behind. Donna's practically mastered the snow by now! She's moving onto the ice!"
"Everyone has their own pace, dear. Plus, Donna isn't also learning how to raise up a kingdom, how to form relationships with other planets' leaders and she isn't learning about all of time and space at the same time."
"But still, I'm the princess and I still can't hold water for five minutes. And I can't even activate my ice and snow. It's a bit disappointing to my grandfather..."
"To be fair, he's gotten a lot more difficult to impress lately," the Doctor sighed, "The only thing he's going to be happy about is the day you tell him you've finally left me."
"Never," she declared dead serious, "I told him on the day of our wedding this was final. You and I forever, always together. It'll take him some time but he'll eventually have to accept it, I'm married now."
"And what lovely time it's been so far," he Eskimo kissed her, making her giggle.
"Oh yes," she linked arms with him and began walking down the London night street with her husband, "Still feels like yesterday we married...actually, it still feels like our wedding night..." she admitted with a blush as she looked to the side.
"What? You're telling me that's not how the first four months as a married couple is supposed to feel?" the Doctor looked at her with a teasing face, though he also sported his own blush.
"Oh shut up," she playfully hit his arm with her free hand, "And eat your chocolate instead."
"What ever you wish, wife," he smirked as he began unwrapping his chocolate.
~ 0 ~
Not too far away from the couple, a woman with long black hair and brown eyes was running down the night streets carrying a heavy backpack. She looked back as a police detective was hot on her tail along with several other policemen. She noticed a bus not too far ahead and quickly ran for it, the detective seeing her and running after her.
She jumped inside the bus and gave a small smile to the bus driver, "Hello. I'm so terribly sorry. That card paying device thing, that's a Lobster card, am I right?"
"Oyster card," the driver gave her an odd look.
"Ah, well, that's the problem, you see. I only use my Oyster when there's an R in the month."
"It's April," the driver reminded.
The woman sighed with no patience. She took her earrings off and held them to the driver, "Diamonds. Genuine," she dropped them into his palm, "Drive!"
"Works for me," the driver shrugged.
The woman quickly hurried down the bus and sat down at the first open seat by the window. Before the bus shut its doors a lovely couple entered and the woman swiped a card.
"You're just in time," the driver remarked.
"Thank you!" she called to the driver as they continued through the bus. With the sudden start of the bus, the pair fell to different sides of the bus, "No, thank you!" the woman called as she sat up and saw her husband across her, "You okay?"
The Doctor looked down at the chocolate egg in his hands and grinned, "Yes!" he looked over to the woman that sat beside him, "Sorry about that, by the way."
"It's fine," the woman mumbled, waving him off.
"I'm the Doctor! That's my wife, Minerva! Happy Easter!"
"The chocolate is minty by the way," Minerva added with a grin, "It's really good. Glad you were able to actually land us on Easter," she looked at the Doctor, "Maybe getting rid of that hammer actually improved your piloting."
He mock-glared at the Clever Girl. "I still can't believe you actually did that."
Minerva had actually chucked his hammer out into outer space! Granted she had warned him of her intention two minutes before she'd actually done it. He thought she'd been kidding...
...she had not been kidding.
"I promised the old girl," Minerva shrugged and looked at the woman beside the Doctor, "I'm sorry. You shouldn't hear a lousy disagreement, it's Easter!"
"Funny thing is, I don't often do Easter," the Doctor admitted then smiled at Minerva, all disagreements forgotten, "Perhaps now that I have a wife with excellent human memories, I'll start having Easter more often," Minerva silently smiled back, "Although I never could find it, it's always at a different time. Although I remember the original. Between you and me, what really happened was... "
A beeping sound interrupted him and so he quickly handed the chocolate egg to the woman beside him while he reached into his pocket, "Oh, sorry, hold on to that for us. Actually, go on, have it, finish it."
"Hey!" Minerva frowned upon seeing their chocolate I'm the hands of another woman, "I still wanted it!"
"It's full of sugar," he declared, "You're energetic enough and I'm determined to keep these teeth," he bared his teeth to her.
"Funny, cause you didn't seem to have that problem with me last night," she shot him a smirk when he blushed.
"Anyways..." he quickly looked down as he pulled out the gadget he'd been searching for in his pocket, "Ah! Oh, we've got excitation!" he shook it and garnered an odd look from another passenger behind, "I'm picking up something very strange."
"I know the feeling," the black-haired woman gave him a quick glance, actually hoping he'd go sit with that wife of his and leave her out of whatever that gadget was all about.
"Rhondium particles, that's what we're looking for," the Doctor began to explain to the black-haired woman since Minerva knew all about it. Minerva could see the woman had no interest in the Doctor's words but Minerva kept quiet for the Doctor's sake, and because he looked so adorable rambling on, "This thing detects them," the Doctor was tapping the gadget in his hands, "The little dish should go round, that little dish there...
"Right now, a way out would come in pretty handy. Can you detect me one of those?" the black-haired woman finally spoke up in a normal tone.
Behind the trio was another couple where the woman seemed nervous as she looked to her husband, "Lou, can you hear them?"
"Hear what, sweetheart?" Lou asked, sensing her nervousness rising.
"The voices. So many voices. Calling to us. Calling so far."
"Oh, the little dish is going round!" the Doctor exclaimed, "Look Minerva."
She smiled and nodded, "Yup. Oh, but..." the dish started spinning until a part of the gadget exploded, "I don't think it's supposed to do that.."
"Excuse me. Do you mind?" a blonde woman behind them gave both a sharp look, irritated with the commotion.
The Doctor stood up, "Sorry. That was my little dish."
"Can't you turn that thing off?" the black-haired woman asked
"What was your name?" he looked at her for a second.
"Christina."
"Christina, hold on tight," he told a seat beside Minerva ad wound an arm around her waist while the other hand held onto the handle, "Everyone, hold on!"
The bus lurched and shook, making the passengers scream and jerk forwards. The Doctor fell to the floor with Minerva unfortunately.
"The voices! Oh, the voices, they're screaming!" Lou's wife cried.
One of the bus windows shattered and sparks flew from the overhead wires. A young man toppled down the stairs from the upper deck and shouted as soon as he could, "What's going on?!"
With a blinding light, the rest of the windows started shattering. A couple minutes later, the Doctor opened his eyes to find the wrecked bus and the sunlight that streamed through the window, that had definitely not been there a couple minutes ago!
"Oh, it is hot" Minerva groaned as she sat up.
"Are you alright!?" he quickly turned to her, "Is it too much!?"
She shooed his hands off her as they stood up, "A bit of a new heat, but..." she looked around, seeing the endless sand hills that was now their new environment, "...manageable."
He sighed in relief, it seemed that the adaptation was going just fine for his Clever Girl. It was a fact that she, unlike the rest of the Moontsays except Zohar, could withstand much higher levels of heat. However, that didn't mean she was easily resistant to all types of heat. So, the Doctor had made it his job to slowly introduce her to those other heat levels little by little. It was a work of patience and even if he really had none, he magically garnered extremely high levels of it when it came to Minerva. It seemed like it was all paying off seeing how she was taking the new desert they were in.
The pair moved to the doors and opened it up to look at the desert, "End of the line," the Doctor declared as he stepped out, taking Minerva by the waist and pulling her down, "Call it a hunch, but I think we've gone a little bit further than Brixton."
The other passengers slowly started coming out of the bus where they took observation of their bus and environment. The bus's tip deck was crushed with smoke wafting from it. Apart from that, it seemed lie they were the only ones around.
Minerva watched the Doctor laying on the ground letting the sand sift through his fingers. She really didn't know what he was trying to accomplish. The sand was just...sand. She supposed this was one of the lessons he was yet to teach her. She'd been learning a lot faster now that she wasn't human anymore, but it wasn't like she was a genius either. Even with a fast pace the universe was vast and had many complicated things about it that simply didn't stick in her head.
"That's impossible. There are three suns. Three of them!" A blonde woman exclaimed, horrified at the sight in the sky.
"Like when all those planets were up in the sky!" a second young man added.
"But it was Earth that moved back then, wasn't it?" the first young man asked.
"Oh, man, we're on another world!"
"It's still intact, though! Not as bad as it looks," the bus driver was studying the bus, "The chassis's still holding together. Oh, my boss is gonna murder me!"
"Can we please desist of the word 'murder', please?" Minerva had looked back with a displeased face. That word was still sensitive to her and she didn't wanted to hear it any more.
"Can you still drive it?" the blonde woman asked the driver.
"Oh, no, the wheels are stuck. Look at them, they're never gonna budge," the driver gestured to the tires that were deep inside the sand.
Christina took off her jacket once she felt the desert heat and put on some black sunglasses, "Ready for every emergency."
The Doctor and Minerva looked back and saw the woman with her sunglasses. The Doctor took off his own glasses and used the sonic to tint them then promptly put then back on, "Me too!" he cast a concerned look at Minerva, "Would you like some, dear?"
"No," she declared rather fast, "I wanna get used to this kind of heat. Eyes too," she pointed at them.
"And what's your names?" Christina asked them.
"Minerva," the brunette raised a finger.
"I'm the Doctor."
"Name, not rank," Christina gave him a sharp look.
"The Doctor."
"Surname?"
"The Doctor."
"You're called 'the Doctor'?"
"Yes, I am."
"That's not a name, that's a psychological condition."
Minerva snickered. "That is the most underrated line of your life!" she looked down at the Doctor.
He mock-glared at her for a minute then returned to the sand, "Funny sort of sand, this. There's a trace of something else," he put some of the sand on the tip of his tongue to 'taste' it then crinkled his face, "Blah, that's not good."
"That's sand," Minerva frowned and made a distasteful face, "And this is me...stepping away from your mouth."
Quietly, the Doctor scoffed and mumbled: "That won't last long."
"What was that?"
"Nothing, dear," he flashed a small smile.
Minerva rolled her eyes, "You walk on thin land, Martian. Why don't we get back to business? What, I dare to ask, did that sand taste?"
At that, the Doctor's sense of playfulness faded. He really would rather not answer that and really scare her, "Nothing important," he dismissed the question, avoiding the questioning look she was giving him.
The rest of the passengers started coming over, one person singled out already as the culprit, "Hold on a minute, I saw you, mate! You had that thing, that machine. Did you make this happen?" one of the young men had a pointing fingers at the Doctor.
"Oh, humans on buses, always blaming me," the Doctor mumbled, not even surprised anymore, "If you must know, we were was tracking a hole in the fabric of reality. Call it a hobby. But it was a tiny little hole, no danger to anyone. Suddenly it gets big, and we drive right through it."
"But then where is it? There's nothing, there's just sand!" the driver gestured to the surroundings.
"All right. If you want proof," the Doctor reached down for some sand, "We drove through this," he threw the sand at the space behind the bus to real a swirling vortex that quickly disappeared as fast as it had appeared.
"And that was?" Christina stared where the Vortex was.
"A door in space!" Minerva exclaimed excitedly, quickly realizing the other may not have been as excited to know that information.
"So what you're saying is, on the other side of that is home? We can get to London through there?" the bus driver asked
"The bus came through, but we can't," the Doctor answered but apparently ignored.
"Well, then what are we waiting for?" the bus driver looked at the other passengers.
"Oh, no, don't," the Doctor tried calling but the man wouldn't listen.
The driver headed for the portal, "I'm going home, mate!"
"I said don't!"
The driver headed into the portal and screamed as his body caught fire.
"He was a skeleton, man! He was bones, just bones!" one of the young men cried.
Minerva walked back to the bus, observing its state, "It was the bus that kept us safe, right?" she looked at the Doctor who had moved up beside her, "It protected us, right?" he smiled and nodded before kissing her head, making her beam she'd gotten another thing right.
"Rather like a Faraday cage?" Christina walked over, staying by the entrance of the bus.
"Like in a thunderstorm, yeah?" one of the young men asked, "Safest place is inside a car, cos the metal conducts the lightning right through. We did it in school."
"But if we can only travel back inside the bus...a Faraday cage needs to be closed. That thing's been ripped wide open," Christina looked at the top of the bus.
"Slightly different dynamics with a wormhole. There's enough metal to make it work, I think. I hope," the Doctor made a face as he also looked over the bus.
"Then we have to drive five tonnes of bus, which is currently buried in the sand, and we've got nothing but our bare hands. Correct?"
"I'd say nine and a half tonners..." the Doctor trailed off
Minerva peered around him with a polite smile, "But he means you're correct."
"Then we need to apply ourselves to the problem with discipline! Which starts with appointing a leader."
"Yes, at last, thank you, so..." the Doctor turned to the group...when Christina took over.
"Well, thank goodness you've got me! Everyone do exactly as I say! Inside the bus immediately!" she motioned for everyone to get on inside.
"Is it safe in there?" one of the young men asked.
"I don't think anything's safe any more, but if it's a choice between baking in there or roasting out here, I'd say baking is slower. Come on! All of you. Right now! And you. 'The Doctor'," Christina eyed him before stepping inside.
Minerva giggled at the face her Martian was making and moved in front of him, "Is someone upset their dominance is being threatened?"
He looked at her with a mock-glare and pointed, "Shush."
She rolled her eyes and pulled him inside the bus, "C'mon, Martian."
~ 0 ~
Christina was busy giving her speech to the other passengers, declaring herself as the leader of the far, neither the Doctor nor Minerva had argued against it. She seemed fine and, at the end of the day, she had the same goals as the rest of them. Getting home was pivotal.
"Point five, the crucial thing is, do not panic. Quite apart from anything else, the smell of sweat inside this thing is reaching atrocious levels," Christina said, still grimacing. "We don't need to add any more. Point six. Team identification. Names. I'm Christina, this man is apparently 'the Doctor' and that is Minerva," she gestured to each of the pair.
"Hello," Minerva wiggled her fingers at the group.
"And you?" Christina turned to one of the young men.
"Nathan," he waved.
"I'm Barclay."
"Angela, Angela Whittaker," the blonde female went next
"My name's Louis, everyone calls me Lou, and this is Carmen," the third man gestured to his wife beside him.
"Excellent. Memorize those names. There might be a test. Point seven, assessment and application of knowledge. Over to you, the Doctor," Christina pointed to the man.
"I thought you were in charge," the Doctor made a face, confused for a minute.
"I am. And a good leader utilizes her strength. You seem to be the brainbox. So, start boxing."
He shrugged and moved to sit on the back of his seat, facing the rest of the group, "Right. So, the wormhole. We were in the wrong place at the wrong time. It was just an accident."
"No, it wasn't. That thing, the doorway. Someone made it. For a reason," Carmen cut in.
"How do you know that?" Minerva asked, curious.
"She's got a gift. Ever since she was a little girl, she can just... tell things. We do the lottery, twice a week," Lou explained.
"You don't look like millionaires," Christina remarked.
"No, but we win ten pounds. Every week, twice a week, ten pounds. Don't tell me that's not a gift!"
The Doctor hid three fingers behind his back as he moved up to Carmen, "Tell me, Carmen. How many fingers am I holding up?"
"Three," Carmen replied and when the Doctor added another finger behind his back, she spoke again, "Four."
"Very good! Low level psychic ability, exacerbated by an alien sun," the Doctor sat down across her, "What can you see, Carmen? Tell me. What's out there?"
"Something... Something is coming. Riding on the wind. And shining."
"What is it?"
"Death. Death is coming."
Angela began weeping at the words, "We're going to die."
"I knew it, man, I said so," Barclay shook his head.
"We can't die out here. No-one's gonna find us," Nathan looked out to the endless sand.
The passengers started talking all at once, all sharing the same fear.
"This isn't exactly helping," Christina rubbed her temples.
"Shut up, we're not your soldiers," Barclay snapped.
"It's not doing any good..." Nathan said.
"You're upsetting her, be quiet!" Lou exclaimed.
"Will we be bones, like the bus driver?!" Nathan cried.
"Hey, STOP IT!" Minerva shouted, her voice above all the others. She stood in the center of the bus with her hands on her hips, "God I really miss my whistling abilities," she mumbled to herself.
The only sound new heard in the bus was Angela's quiet weeping. The Doctor moved to stand in front of her, gripping her shoulders, "Angela, look at me. Angela, Angela, answer me one question, Angela. That's it, at me, at me," she stopped crying to look up at him, "There we go, Angela, just answer me one thing. When you got on this bus, where were you going?"
"Doesn't matter now, does it?"
"It does matter this time," Minerva gave a small smile and moved beside them, "So just answer the question."
"Just home..." Angela answered
"And what's home?" the Doctor asked her.
"Me, and Mike and Suzanne, that's my daughter. She's 18."
"Brilliant age," Minerva remarked and patted Angela's shoulder. She looked over to the others, seeing them still uneasy, "What about you, Barclay? What was going on tonight?"
"Dunno. Going round Tina's," he shrugged, sighing.
"Who's Tina? Your girlfriend?" the Doctor looked back.
"Not yet..." Barclay smiled a bit mischievously.
"Good boy. May I suggest you not waste time, it's a very precious thing," the Doctor smiled softly as he glanced back at Minerva.
She blushed under his gaze and looked at Nathan instead, "What about you, Nathan?"
"Bit strapped for cash, I lost my job last week. I was gonna stay in. Watch TV."
"Brilliant. And you two?" the Doctor called to pair at the back of the bus.
"I was going to cook," Lou replied first.
"It's his turn tonight. Then I clear up," Carmen added.
"What's for tea?"
"Chops. Nice couple of chops and gravy. Nothing special," Lou said.
"I think if you're eating together and happy, then it's very special," Minerva corrected, "I know it's special to me when I eat with my Martian."
"The brownies are my favorite part," the Doctor admitted with an excited grin, "So it is very special, Lou, Carmen."
"What about you, Christina?" Minerva looked back at the black-haired woman who had been oddly quiet for the moment.
"I was going... so far away..." she answered absently.
"Far away. Chops and gravy. Watching TV. Mike and Suzanne and poor old Tina," the Doctor shrugged as Barclay gave him a sharp look.
"Hey!"
"He's kidding," Minerva apologetically smiled at Barclay then promptly smacked the Doctor upside the head, "Stop being rude to people!"
"Sorry, dear," he mumbled and rubbed the back of his head, "Alright, back to the point: just think of them and what your plans were for tonight. 'Cos that planet out there, all three suns and wormholes and alien sand, that planet is nothing. You hear me? Nothing compared to all those things waiting for you. Food and home and people. Hold on to that. Cos we're gonna get there. I promise. I'm gonna get you home."
"We're going to get you all home," Minerva corrected the passengers and clarified to the Doctor. She would have no more of this 'he saving the world', no. They were married now and as such she would stand by him in all situations that affected them: together.
~ 0 ~
Barclay and Nathan were coming out of the bus holding seat cushions where the Doctor and Minerva met up with them, "Here we go! That's my boys! We lay a flat surface between the bus and the wormhole, like duckboards, and reverse into it!"
"Let some air out of the tires, just a little bit. Spreads the weight of the bus, gives you more grip," Christina joined them.
"Oh, that's good," Minerva remarked.
"Holidays in the Kalahari."
"Yeah, but those wheels go deep," Barclay reminded.
"Then start digging," Christina shrugged.
"With what?"
"With this," Christina reached into her bag and pulled out a folding shovel.
"Wow, got anything else in there?" Minerva blinked as the Doctor took the shovel and opened it then handed it to Barclay.
"Try that, might help with the seats," Christina handed a small axe.
"Thanks!" Nathan took the axe and headed back to the bus.
"I can't find the keys!" they heard Angela from the inside of the bus.
"Buses don't have keys!" Minerva half-shouted as she poked her head inside the bus, "I saw that when I used to travel. There's this master switch, one button for start, the other one for stop, yeah?"
Angela, sitting in the driver's seat, checked for the button, "Hold on, oh, I've got it," she flicked a switch, "Here we go, hold tight, ding ding!"
"Clever one you are," the Doctor neared Minerva from behind and kissed her head.
"It's not clever, it's observation," she corrected.
Angela had pressed the button but the engine spluttered for a second then died.
"Oh, that doesn't sound too good," the Doctor took Minerva and himself over to the engine and took a look, "Oh! Never mind losing half the top deck, you know what's worse? Sand. Tiny little grains of sand. The engine's clogged up."
Christina walked around to where Barclay and Nathan worked on the wheels, "Anyone know mechanics?"
"Me!" Barclay stood up, "I did a two-week NVQ at the garage. Never finished it, but..."
"Well come on!" Minerva called, "Let's see how much you learned!"
"Try stripping the air filter, fast as you can," the Doctor took Minerva's hand and started heading away towards the dunes, "Back in two ticks."
"Wait a minute!" Christina called after them and quickly hurried to follow, "You're the man and woman with all the answers. I'm not letting you out of my sight."
~ 0 ~
Minerva passed a hand through her hair, feeling slightly enclosed with the heat as she walked through the desert. She could take it, she knew it...but it wasn't going to be easy. She shrugged her elbows to try and lift off a piece of hair for at least a second. Then, she'd run her hand through it just to lift off her shoulders once more. She had even discarded her gray sweater in the middle of the desert, ignoring the Doctor's suggestion to simply hand it over where he could keep it safe. She was determined to make this work, she would not give up at the first real struggle of heat, no sir.
"Do you happen to have something for hair inside that bag of yours?" she settled for asking Christina for a bit of help, but only for a bit. At the first sign of genuine help the Doctor was sure to overreact and quickly send her back to the bus where it was slightly less hot.
Christina nodded and reached for one of the backpack's smaller pockets in front and took out a black scrunchie, "Ever thought of just cutting it?"
"NO..." Minerva made a horrific expression that made Christina laugh.
"Asking her to do that is like asking her to stop breathing," the Doctor casually remarked.
"Really?" Christina raised an eyebrow, making it sound like it was ridiculous, but to her it really was.
"Thank you," Minerva took the scrunchie from Christina and proceeded to pick up her hair, "Let me make a comparison to you, Christina, that'll make you understand the value: asking me to cut my hair is like me asking you to leave that backpack behind."
"No, no, this goes where I go," she pointed to the backpack, playfully rolling her eyes at the look Minerva was giving her, "Yeah, fine, I get it now."
Minerva chuckled as she fixed the last part of her ponytail, "Knew it would work. I'm clever like that, you know."
"My clever wife," the Doctor remarked, wounding an arm around her waist.
"You two are married?" Christina blinked, surprised, "Really?"
"Why do you say it like that?" Minerva raised an eyebrow, not offended simply curious of the reaction.
"Just didn't strike me as the married couple. I can see it Carmen and Lou, but...not you two..." she eyed the pair to see if she could be wrong but simply did not see the picture 'happy married' couple.
"Well, to be fair, you didn't strike me as a woman who's afraid of sirens," the Doctor gave her a sharp look, "Just who are you?"
"As much of a mystery as you two are," Christina countered.
"We're not mysteries," Minerva corrected, "We're just a pair of travelers, that's all."
"Let's just leave it as mysteries, shall we?"
Minerva shrugged and gave up.
"So why not tell me about Carmen's prediction?" Christina asked, "If that wormhole's not an accident, then what is it? Has someone done this on purpose?"
"I don't know," the Doctor answered as they stopped walking, "But every single instinct of mine is telling me to get off this planet, right now."
"And do you think we can?"
"We live in hope, it's kind of our thing," Minerva informed casually, "But I know we'll get out of this, just like we always do."
"That must be nice..." Christina paused and eyed the two before holding her hand out to the, "It's Christina de Souza. To be precise, Lady Christina de Souza."
"Hey! We're cousins," Minerva laughed as she shook Christina's hand, "Minerva Souza, get it? Only I'm not a Lady..."
"You very well can be, you're a princess after all," the Doctor corrected as he shook Christina's hand, "And I'm a Lord."
"Princess of what? And Lord of what?" Christina raised an eyebrow.
"Quite a big estate," Minerva answered, "For both of us..."
"No, but there's something more about you," Christina looked at the Doctor suddenly, "That device you were carrying, and the wormhole. Like you knew. And the way you stride around this place, like..."
"Like?" the Doctor asked.
"Like you're not quite..."
"Anyway! Come on! Allons-y!" the Doctor continued on with Minerva, the brunette groaning as they did.
"What have I said about that word?"
"That it was very adorable when I said it," he smirked.
"Shut up," she playfully rolled her eyes.
They stopped on a high dune that looked to the horizon where they could ahead in a distance the sky was becoming grayer and grayer.
"Ah. Don't like the look of that," the Doctor said.
Christina shaded her eyes, "Storm clouds. Must be hundreds of miles away."
"But it's getting closer," Minerva frowned.
"If that's a sand storm, we'll get ripped to shreds," Christina said.
"It's a storm. Who says it's sand?" the Doctor challenged, all three immediately running back.
~ 0 ~
Lou and Carmen were still sitting in the bus, Carmen with her eyes closed and mumbling: "Closer... and closer and closer..."
The Doctor hurried inside the bus with Minerva, Christina and Barclay behind him, "Where is it?"
"There, there on the seat," Barclay pointed to his seat where his cellphone laid in.
"You're hardly going to get a signal, we're on another planet!" Christina exclaimed.
"Oh, just watch me. Right, now, bit of hush, thank you," the Doctor started dialing on the phone, "Gotta remember the number, very important number."
"Hello, Pizza Geronimo?" they heard a man on the other line answer as the phone was on speaker.
"Pizza is an important number?" Minerva raised an eyebrow.
"Shush," the Doctor pointed as he hung up and redialed, "Seven-six, not six-seven..."
"This is the Unified Intelligence Taskforce. Please select one of the following four options," a new voice answered.
"Oh, I hate these things!" the Doctor exclaimed, noticing how pale Minerva had gotten once the phone had been answered again.
Minerva was severely uncomfortable with UNIT, despite being the place her best friend worked at. To say the word 'uncomfortable' wouldn't even cover half of her feelings towards the place...terror described it perfectly. Now that she knew who she was and what UNIT could've done to her if they had figured out her actual origin before her...well...she'd had some pretty bad nightmares that would describe it. She knew UNIT had closed their investigation on her and left in the dark but it didn't stop her fear that one day someone new in the place would pick up the file and re-open the case. The Doctor had tried numerous times to remind her that he was still working for them (in technical terms) and that he would never allow UNIT to lay even a finger on her. Plus, he was actually on good terms with UNIT nowadays and just by that relationship the two shared, Minerva wouldn't be harmed. He just needed to prove that to her, perhaps today could be the day...
"No, if you keep your finger pressed on zero, you get through to a real person," Angela suggested to the Doctor, "I saw it on Watchdog!"
"Thank you, Angela," the Doctor sat down and reached for Minerva's hand, giving it a gentle squeeze to let her know he was here and she would be okay.
"UNIT helpline, which department would you like?" a new woman's voice answered the other line.
"Listen, it's the Doctor! It's me!"
~ 0 ~
A soldier approached the captain with a mobile, "Captain! Urgent call, ma'am, relayed direct from HQ."
"Who is it?" the captain asked.
"It's him, ma'am. It's the Doctor."
The captain took the cellphone and spoke through it, "Doctor. This is Captain Erisa Magambo," she saluted, "Might I say, sir, it's an honor."
~ 0 ~
The Doctor made a face, "Did you just salute?"
"...no."
"Erisa, it's about the bus. HQ said you're at the tunnel, yeah?"
"And where are you?"
"I'm on the bus. But apart from that, not a clue," the Doctor looked out the window, "Except it's very pretty and pretty dangerous."
"A body came through here. Have you sustained any more fatalities?"
"No, and we're not going to. But I'm stuck. I haven't got the Tardis, and I need to analyse that wormhole."
"We have a scientific advisor on site, Dr Malcolm Taylor..."
~ 0 ~
Erisa was entering a mobile physics lab filled with electronic equipment. Malcolm, an older man wearing glasses and a white lab coat sat in the midst of the place.
"Just the man you need, he's a genius," Erisa said.
"Oh, is he? We'll see about that," the Doctor said, over the speaker phone as well.
"Don't be rude!" Minerva's voice came afterwards.
"Here's the Doctor," Erisa told Malcolm as she shut the door.
"No, I'm all right now, thanks. It was just a bit of a sore throat, although I've got to be honest, a cup of tea might be nice," Malcolm cluelessly said.
"No, it's the Doctor."
"Do you mean... "the Doctor" Doctor?!" Malcolm nearly gasped.
"I know. We all want to meet him one day, but we all know what that day will bring," Erisa mumbled.
"I can hear everything you're saying," the Doctor reminded.
Malcolm incredulously upon hearing the Doctor's voice, "Hello, Doctor? Oh, my goodness!"
"Yes, I am. Hello, Malcolm!"
Malcolm chuckled, "The Doctor! Cor blimey. I can't believe I'm actually speaking to you! I mean, I've read all the files!"
~ 0 ~
Minerva mindlessly bit her nails as the Doctor spoke on the phone through...UNIT. The man, Malcolm, sounded very nice, cheerful even, but that didn't change the fact he worked for UNIT...the institution that had wanted to seize her as human...it terrified her.
"Really? What was your favorite, the giant robot? No, no hold on, let's sort out that wormhole," the Doctor shook his head and stood up, 'Scuse me," he took Minerva's hand and led them to the front of the bus, needing her to see he wouldn't let go of her for one moment when UNIT was involved. He plopped down on the driver's seat, pulling Minerva down to his lap. He gave her a kiss on her temple and wound his arm around her waist, "Malcolm, something's not making sense here. I've got a storm and a wormhole, and I can't help thinking there's a connection. I need a complete full-range analysis of that wormhole, the whole thing," he ordered.
"I've probably got the wrong idea, but I've wired up an integrator. I thought it could measure the energy signature," Malcolm said.
"No, that'll never work. Just listen to me."
"It's quite extraordinary, though! I'm measuring an oscillation of 15 Malcolms per second."
"Fifteen what?" the Doctor blinked.
"Fifteen Malcolms. It's my own little term. A wavelength parcel of ten kilohertz operating in four dimensions equals one Malcolm."
"You named a unit of measurement after yourself?"
"It didn't do Mr Watt any harm. Furthermore, 100 Malcolms equals a Bernard."
"And who's that, your dad?"
"Don't be ridiculous, that's Quatermass."
"Right. Fine. But before I die of old age, which in my case would be quite an achievement, so congratulations on that, is there anyone else I can talk to?" the Doctor felt a small chuckle escape his wife and beamed, "Actually, no, stay on the line, you're doing someone very important to me good," he smiled at Minerva.
"Um...okay," Malcolm slowly said, confused, "I set the scanner to register what it can't detect and inverted the image."
"You did what?"
"Is that wrong?"
" No, Malcolm, that's brilliant! So you can actually measure the wormhole. OK, I admit, that is genius!"
~ 0 ~
"The Doctor called me a genius," Malcolm excitedly looked at Erisa beside him.
"I know, I heard," Erisa nodded.
"Now, run a capacity scan. I need a full report. Call me back when you've done it. And Malcolm? You're my new best friend-well, no, my wife's my first best friend but you can be the second."
"Uh, you're mine too, sir," Malcolm said before the phone call ended. Confused, he looked over to Erisa, "The Doctor has a wife?"
"That can't be right..." Erisa thought for a moment on it, "...there was nothing in the files..." she mumbled as she started heading out, confused.
~ 0 ~
"Barclay, I'm holding on to this," the Doctor waved the man's phone as he and Minerva stood up.
"Then you'd better bring it back!" Barclay warned as the two went out, Christina once again hurrying to catch up.
~ 0 ~
"Send this back to Earth, see if Malcolm can analyse the storm," the Doctor held up the phone high up to take a picture.
"There's something in those clouds, something shining. Look..." Christina pointed.
"That looks like metal," Minerva tilted her head, the Doctor taking a picture with the phone.
"Why would there be metal in a storm?" Christina frowned.
"We never did say it was sand..." Minerva mumbled.
While the Doctor snapped more pictures, Christina heard the sound of chirruping. "Did you hear something?"
"Hold on. Busy..." the Doctor replied, turning.
"Well, Minerva? Did you hear it too?" Christina tried as she looked around.
"A bit, yeah," the brunette nodded.
Christina's eyes widened when she saw an insectoid creature watching them, "Doctor, Minerva..."
The creature approached the trio with a weapon in its hand and began to speak, more like click. The Doctor answered back in its language, "That's 'wait'. I shout 'wait', people usually wait."
"You speak the language?" Christina looked up at the man with wide eyes.
"Every language, actually," Minerva smiled in amusement as her Martian and the creature spoke.
"That's begging for mercy," he informed the women.
The creature motioned with its gun.
"And that means 'move'," Minerva pointed.
"Ooh! You're learning. Clever you are!"
Minerva chuckled, "Nope, it's just how it usually goes with us," he made a face and agreed.
The creature marched the trio off in front of it.
"These fly things, they must be responsible. They brought us here," Christina said as they arrived at the creature's crashed ship.
"No, no, no, no, no! Look at the ship, it's a wreck. They crashed, just like us," the Doctor pointed at the half-destroyed ship on the sand.
~ 0 ~
The interior of the alien ship was no better than the outside. It had the appearance of ongoing construction with wires and electronics left all over the place.
"But this place is freezing!" Christina shivered.
Minerva loudly sighed in relief of the lower temperature they were now in. She didn't want to admit it but the new climate change outside was more than she could handle at the moment.
"You okay?" the Doctor turned to her with concern.
"Now I am," she nodded with a dim smile.
"Why's it so cold?" Christina asked while rubbing her arms in an attempt to regain some of her heat.
"The hull's made of Photafine steel," the Doctor answered her, "Turns cold when it's hot. Boiling desert outside, freezing ship inside."
"Since we met you, Christina, we've been through all the extremes!" Minerva remarked playfully.
"That's how I like things. Extreme," the black-haired woman nodded firmly.
"Oh, this is beautiful! Intact, it must have been magnificent. A proper streamlined deep-spacer!" the Doctor looked arund with intrigue.
"I'll remember that as I'm being slowly tortured," Christina mock-glared, "At least I'm bleeding on the floor of a really well-designed spaceship!"
A second creature joined the group and touched its device attached to its clothes.
The Doctor noticed it and nodded, "Oh, right, good, yes, hello! That's a telepathic translator. He can understand us."
"Still sounds like gibberish to me," Christina remarked.
"It doesn't seem to work the other way around, though," Minerva observed, "What does he say, Doctor?" she looked at him.
"Um, "You will suffer for your crimes." Et cetera. "You have committed an act of violence against the Tritovore race," he translated then looked at both women, "Tritovores, they're called Tritovores. And they say "You came here in the 200 to destroy us." Sorry, what's the 200?"
"It's the bus. Number 200, they mean the bus," Christina reminded.
"Oh! No, look, I think you're making the same mistake Christina did," he gestured to himself, "I'm the Doctor, by the way, and this is my wife, Minerva and our friend Christina, the Honorable Lady Christina, at least we hope she's honorable! But we got pulled through that wormhole. The 200 doesn't look like that normally. It's broken, just the same as you."
The Tritivores spoke to each other and lowered their guns.
"What are they doing?" Christina asked at the motion.
"They believed him," Minerva guessed.
"What, as simple as that?"
"I've got a very honest face. And the translator says I'm telling the truth. Plus, the face," the Doctor flashed a cheeky grin, "Right! So, first things first, there's a very strange storm heading our way, can you send out a probe?" he made his way to a control panel with Minerva, followed by the Tritivore with the translator as it spoke to them, "Ah, they've lost power. Hmm, the crash knocked the mainline crystallography out of sync. But if I can jiggle it back..." the Doctor kicked the panel and the power came back, " I thank you!" the creature chittered, "Yes, I am! Frequently. Okie-dokie, let's launch that probe."
The trio watched the picture they garnered from the probe as a hologram projection in front of them.
"Oh! This is the Scorpion Nebula, right!?" Minerva exclaimed excitedly as she looked at the Doctor for confirmation.
He smiled softly and nodded, "You got it, dear."
She beamed, "Yes! My lessons are paying off," she looked at Christina who had been looking in amusement, "We're on the other side of the universe, Christina. Just what you wanted, so far away. This is the planet of San Helios."
"Correct, correct, correct," the Doctor kissed her head, happy she was beginning to gain more knowledge after her months of learning.
"And that's us? We're on another world," Christina looked at the projection with awe.
"We have been for quite a while," Minerva said.
"I know, but seeing it like that..."
"It's good, isn't it?" the Doctor asked, knowing the feeling the woman had to be feeling.
"Wonderful," Christina smiled.
The Tritivores started telling their story to the trio, only the Doctor understanding what was being said.
"The Tritovores were going to trade with San Helios. Population of one hundred billion. Plenty of waste matter for them to absorb," the Doctor explained.
"By waste matter, you mean?" Christina crinkled her nose, half-guessing what he was trying to say.
"They feed off what others leave behind. From their... behind," the Doctor clarified, "If you see what I mean. It's perfectly natural. They are flies."
"Charming. Just remind me never to kiss them," Christina mumbled.
Minerva was watching the projection show a thriving city with trees and green parks, "Well this is quite beautiful," she remarked, "San Helios City."
"That's amazing. But you've seen this sort of thing before, haven't you?" Christina looked at the pair.
"Thousands of times," the Doctor nodded.
"That Lordship of yours... The Lord of where, exactly?" Christina asked, suddenly intrigued, "And you said Princess," she looked at Minerva, "Princess of what?"
"Of Time. I come from a race of people called Time Lords," the Doctor answered first.
"Princess of the Silver Monsoon," Minerva offhandedly replied, "Water-based race - well, part of his," she jerked a thumb at the Doctor.
"So you're both...aliens?" Christina looked from one another, as if searching for anything that would back up their statements.
"Yeah. But you don't have to kiss us either," the Doctor mumbled, "Don't you dare," he subconsciously pulled Minerva closer to his side.
"But you both look human..."
"Well technically, you—" Minerva pointed at herself and Christina, "—look Time Lord. Our races came first."
"But anyways, back to the point," the Doctor reminded to the projection.
"So if that's San Helios, all we need to do is find that city. They can help us!" Christina exclaimed.
"But that's the problem," Minerva looked at the projection as it changed to the desert they were in now, "This is the city..."
"But it's sand! That first image, the temples and things, what's that, then? Ancient history?"
One of the Tritovores chirruped and so the Doctor translated, "The image was taken last year."
"It became a desert in one year?" Minerva frowned.
"I said there was something in the sand," he bent down and let the sand fall through his fingers.
"Why didn't you tell me?" Minerva asked.
He looked up with a bit of guilt, "It would've scared you."
"It would not have..." she shifted as she took notice of all the sand, "...a lot..."
He just sighed as if that proved his point, "It's the city, the oceans, the mountains, the wildlife and 100 billion people, turned to sand. All those voices in Carmen's head. She's hearing them die."
"But I've got sand in my hair. That's dead people! Oh, that's disgusting! Oh!" Christina shook her head and hair, now wishing she would've used that scrunchie Minerva had for herself.
"Doctor, even if it scares me I still want to know," Minerva adamantly said as he stood back up, facing her, "I'm actually trying not to be so fearful of things but you know after this regeneration everything's a bit more...fearful, after everything I had previously went through. But that doesn't mean I don't want to know the reality of situations we're in. So next time, please just tell me, alright?"
"Alright, that sounds fair," the Doctor nodded, though he still wasn't very convinced. He only wanted to protect her from scary things and whenever he could, he wold, "So something destroyed the whole of San Helios and we should probably know why."
"And who," Minerva pointed.
"It's in my hair!" Christina was still stuck on that detail.
Suddenly, Barclay's cellphone rang and the Doctor pulled it from his pocket, "Malcolm, tell me the bad news!"
~ 0 ~
Malcolm was sat on his chair with his phone on speaker and Erisa beside him, "Oh, you are clever! It is bad news! It's the wormhole, Doctor, it's getting bigger! We've gone way past 100 Bernards, I haven't invented a name for that."
"How can it get bigger by itself?" the Doctor asked.
"Well, that's why I'm phoning! You'll work it out, if I know you, sir."
"Doctor, we estimate the circumference of your invisible wormhole is now four miles, heading upwards. I've grounded all flights above London. We can't risk anyone else falling through," Erisa spoke up.
"Good work, both of you," the Doctor praised.
"But I have to know. Does that wormhole constitute a danger to this planet?" Erisa questioned.
~ 0 ~
The phone beeped and so the Doctor looked at it, "Oh, sorry, call waiting, gotta go," he switched it off for the other call.
~ 0 ~
"Call waiting!?" Erisa half-shouted.
"He's a devil, that one!" Malcolm laughed.
"I'll say he's got a lot of explaining, starting with that wife of his..." she shook her head, "...I found the file."
Malcolm raised an eyebrow, seeing the subject was more complicated apparently, he only wondered why.
~ 0 ~
"Yep?" the Doctor answered the other call.
"Doctor, it's Nathan. We got those duckboard things down, but..."
"It's my fault," the Doctor heard Angela in the background.
"No, it's not, don't say that," Nathan shushed her.
"Why, what's happened?" the Doctor asked.
"We kept on turning the engine, but...we're out of petrol. Used it all up. Even if we can get those wheels out...this bus is never going to move."
The Doctor lowered the phone and Minerva immediately saw the new expression her husband wore, "What's wrong?" she asked him quietly.
"You promised you'd get us home. Doctor? Are you still there?" Nathan asked.
"Doctor, tell me, what did they say?" Minerva asked, Christina joining them.
A beeping noise from the monitors interrupted them followed by the excited chirrups of the Tritovores.
"It's the probe. It's reached the storm," the Doctor moved to the monitors.
"And what's he saying?" Christina questioned.
"It's not a storm."
The probe was flying through a massive amount of creatures flying in the air, looking like manta-rays which the group could see through a video on the ship.
"Okay, scared now..." Minerva started breathing harder. "That's a swarm...millions and millions of them..."
"Billions," the Doctor's eyes widened.
One of the creatures flew straight for the probe with its mouth wide open and showing off its sharp teeth. The connection was soon lost after that.
"Ah! We've lost the probe. I think it got eaten..." Minerva trembled a bit and shook her head.
"Everything on this planet gets eaten," the Doctor realized with distaste.
"How far away is that swarm?" Christina asked.
"Hundred miles. But at that speed, it'll be here in twenty minutes," the Doctor replied and the Tritovores chirruped, "No, they're not just coming for us. They want the wormhole."
"But that means they're heading for Earth!" Minerva gasped.
"Show the analysis," the Doctor instructed the Tritovores. Quickly, a 3D image of the creatures appeared before them, "Incredible! They swarm out of a wormhole, strip the planet bare, then move on to the next world, start the life cycle all over again."
"So, they make the wormholes?" Minerva asked curiously.
"They must do..."
"But how? They don't exactly look like technicians," Christina observed, "And if the wormhole belongs to them, why are they 100 miles away?"
"Because they need to be?" he tried then shook his head, "No. That's bonkers. Hang on! Yes! Oh! Do you see? Billions of them, flying in formation, all around the planet, round and round and round, faster and faster and faster, till they generate a rupture in space! The speed of them, and the numbers, and the size, all of that rips the wormhole into existence!"
"And the wormhole's getting bigger," Minerva reminded, "Because they're getting closer?"
"Correct!"
"But how do they get through? Cos that wormhole's a killer, we've seen it!" Christina reminded.
"No, no, see the exo-skeleton?" the Doctor pointed to the projection.
"It's metal," Minerva blinked, "Wow..."
"They've got bones of metal! They eat metal, and extrude it into the exo-skeleton! So their velocity makes the wormhole, then their body makes it safe! Perfect design!"
"Those things are going to turn the entire Earth into a desert. So why exactly are you smiling?" Christina raised an eyebrow.
"Worse it gets, the more I love it!"
Minerva shook her head and sighed when Christina gave her a look, "Yes, I did voluntarily marry that."
And just like that, the grin on the Doctor's face dropped. "Hey."
"The thing is, Doctor, you're missing the obvious," Christina said before the man started another little moment with his wife, "We came here through the wormhole, yes? But our Tritovore friends didn't. They came here to trade with San Helios. Therefore, the question is, why did they crash?"
"Ah, good question! What a team! Like she said, why did you crash?" he asked the creatures.
One of the Tritovores lead the group into another room with a large open hole on the floor where apparently the answer laid.
The Doctor observed the hole, "Oh, yes. Gravity Well, look. Goes all the way down to the engine. So what happened?" the creature chirruped, "He says the drive system stalled. Ten miles up, they fell out of the sky. But what caused that?"
The Tritovore shrugged.
"No idea," Minerva sighed.
"Yeah. But wait a minute, that's a crystal nucleus down there, yes?" he looked at the creature which chirruped, "And it looks like it survived the crash. If the crystal's intact... Oh, yes, that's better than diesel!"
"What, you can use the crystal to move the bus?" Christina asked.
"I think so. The spaceship's a write-off, but the 200's small enough."
"How does a Crystal drive a bus?"
"In a super-clever outer-spacey way, just trust me!" the Doctor pulled a feed on a monitor.
"What have I said about those words?" Minerva raised an eyebrow, "You got me doing them!"
"I'm a very good influence," he smirked then glanced at the Tritovore, "There's the crystal! It's fallen to the bottom of the well. Have you got access shafts?" it chirruped, "All frozen? Maybe I can open them! Internal comms, put that on," he gave Minerva a Bluetooth-like device and ran for the door, "You two stay here, keep an eye on the shaft. Tell me if anything happens," the Tritovore followed him.
"Where it's safer," Minerva sighed and gave Christina a tired, irritated look.
"Overprotective?"
Minerva rolled her eyes and nodded. She covered the part of the speaker before she talked, "I had um...an accident, months ago where I changed and needed a lot more protection. I sort of used be like a human, all fragile and stuff, so he took it upon himself to protect me. And that was nice and all - it still is," she admitted with a light shrug, "But I'm myself again. I've got my strength back and I'm getting my powers too, but he's taken this job of protection severely serious to the point where I don't think he'll ever let me try anything dangerous again no matter how many times he tells me he'll 'try'," she rolled her eyes.
"And it's highly annoying," Christina slowly moved to the hole, well, and peered down.
"Truly," Minerva sighed, "It's more irritating because he thinks the dangerous jobs are all his. He's the one that has to deal with the enemies and has to keep everyone safe. And yes, I like when he protects me but that doesn't mean I want him to do it all the time. We're a team, we're married, I want to help him too."
In all the meantime, Christina had moved back to the well and peered down, a small idea popping into her head.
"I understand he's only looking out for me but I want to prove to him that I'm no longer that meek woman he met years ago. I'm different, literally. I can handle more things but he just needs to give me the chance to prove it," Minerva continued.
"If I can use that sunlight to start the automatic maintenance. Minerva?" she heard the Doctor call through the bluetooth, "If you see a panel opening in that shaft, let me know."
"Got it," Minerva replied quietly as she turned to face Christina.
She blinked when the black-haired woman held out a harness, "Well my dear cousin...how'd you like to prove to your husband you're more than ready to get in the game?"
Minerva followed Christina's gaze to the well and immediately knew what the plan was. Christina raised an eyebrow and smirked, nodding to the well, daring the brunette woman to go ahead and do what she wanted, what she needed to do.
"Minerva, anything now?" she heard the Doctor ask again.
Minerva bit her lip and held her hands to Christina, "Gimme."
Christina quietly laughed and obeyed.
~ 0 ~
The Doctor was pulling and connecting cables in the other room, "Anything now?" he asked again.
~ 0 ~
Minerva now wore the harness which Christina was making sure was set correctly, "Nothing," Minerva said.
~ 0 ~
"Any sign of movement?" he sighed.
"Nope."
"How's that?"
~ 0 ~
Christina set up a wire cable and winch for Minerva, "Nothing," the brunette replied again.
"Any result?"
Christina attached the cable to the harness. "Martian, you need that crystal right?" Minerva asked, Christina took out a small torch from her bag and attached it by Velcro to the harness.
"Yup, that would be right," the Doctor cluelessly replied.
"Then consider it done," Minerva winked at Christina, "Thank you," she whispered to the black-haired woman.
"Off you go then you're highness," Christina backed away.
~ 0 ~
The Doctor's eyes widened at his Clever Girl's words. "Minerva? What are you doing?" He had stopped his work to get the answer. "Minerva!?"
~ 0 ~
"Proving myself," Minerva determinedly answered, "A good princess does whatever needs to be done for her people and a good wife always helps her husband." She swan dived into the gravity well.
"NO!" the Doctor hurriedly ran inside the room but too late as his wife was gone, "What have you done!?" he angrily faced Christina.
She was as calm as ever however, "How about instead of yelling you help her?"
Minerva tried her best not to give any shouts to show her massive fear of her choices as she fell through the well with her arms outstretched. It would just make it worse.
The Doctor used his sonic screwdriver on the pulley and made Minerva stop, "That's better — somewhat!" he nearly shouted again, still giving Christina dagger glares, "You let her do this!?"
"She wanted to!" Christina exclaimed, crossing her arms, "You're suffocating her with your over-protectiveness!"
"What!?"
"Martian, I was doing good," he heard Minerva's soft voice through their devices.
He sighed in irritation, "Minerva, you were about to hit the security grid, look."
Minerva looked down and saw a field of cracking energy below her, "Oh...okay, so what do I do?"
"Try the big red button," he said.
She pressed the button on the wall, "Yes!"
"Now come back up! I can do that! PLEASE!" He ran his hands through his hair in frustration, that hole reminding him far too much of the Titanic's engines where she nearly died...
"No."
"No?"
"No. I'm doing this so shut up and let me help you."
"You'd be helping me far more if you were here!"
"But it's not helping her," Christina quietly said, earning another round of glares.
"Oh and you are?" he snapped.
"Frankly, yes. She told me you wouldn't let her do anything even when she's her alien self again," Christine didn't understand exactly what that meant but if it would make the Doctor get the idea then she would use it, "How do you expect her to be better if you don't let her try to do stuff on her own?"
"I am her husband and I will protect her. I'm the one supposed to be doing this," he pointed down at the well, "She's innocent and she doesn't know what harm can come to her—"
"She's not innocent," Christina started with that, "And even if she was, it wouldn't be good for her. You can't be innocent in this world and survive. She needs to experience things and you're not letting her. God forbid this, but what if something happened to you and you died? You spent all this time protecting her from everything and never allowed her to do something, to protect her self...how would she move on by herself? She wouldn't know anything..."
The Doctor opened his mouth to make a comeback, but...there was nothing really to say. Christina looked at him with a 'I'm right' expression. But as right as she may be, the Doctor could not allow his wife to be doing anything dangerous when he could do it...he didn't need to do it, he was sure Minerva could actually protect herself quite well on her own if she needed to. But, he remembered all those centuries where he was married and she told him of all the dangers the Monsoon had to deal with, apart from her family problems. At those times he wished he could promise, swear, that he would protect her and comfort her...but the fact was he couldn't. He was married, he had his children, he had his wife. Minerva had her own life on the Monsoon and as such deserved a man who could stay at her side and give her the love she deserved.
But that had finally changed and she was his wife now, his wife. Now, he could finally protect her like he'd always wanted to. He could care for her, openly love her and show her he loved her. She didn't need to be worried over these problems because he could always be there now. He would always take care of her.
"I'm fine, Martian," Minerva informed the Doctor as she continued on her way down the hole. She didn't like the way she was probably making him feel and that wasn't her intention. But, this was the chance she wanted and finally had thanks to Christina. He would see that nothing bad would happen and that she could help much better than her previous incarnation had.
"Just...just please be careful," was the Doctor's plea, looking at Christina with a less angry face. It pained him that she was right.
"My cousin is doing just fine," Christina smiled.
"Cousins? Oh no, no, no," he shook his head, "You're a bad influence on her. The moment we finish up, we leave."
"Where to exactly?" she raised an eyebrow, curious, "And how? On a little rocket?"
"I'll have you know my TARDIS is much cooler than a rocket," he frowned, immediately softening when he heard Minerva's laughter.
"What's a TARDIS?" Christina moved around the place, a little bored having to wait for her 'cousin' to reach the destination.
"Well...a little blue box. Travels in more than space," he replied, "It can journey through time, Christina. Oh, the places we've been. World War One. Creation of the universe, end of the universe, the war between China and Japan..." the Doctor tilted his head as he saw something shiny from Christina's backpack. It seemed like his wife's curiosity had infected him because he found himself moving over to the backpack and opening it up, "Oh..." his eyes blinked rapidly, "And the Court of King Athelstan, in 924 AD.," he lifted a golden chalice up just Christina spun around, "But I don't remember you being there. So what are you doing with this?"
Christina stormed over, "Excuse me, a gentleman never goes through a lady's possessions!" she tried taking the chalice but the Doctor lifted it up to where she was unable to reach it.
"Doctor, what's going on?" he heard Minerva ask.
"It's the Cup of Athelstan. Given to the first King of Britain, as a coronation gift from Hywel, King of the Welsh. But it's been held in the International Gallery for 200 years, which makes you, Lady Christina, a thief. Your cousin is actually a thief, Clever Girl."
"I like to think I liberated it," Christina hopped for the chalice.
"Don't tell me you need the money."
"Daddy lost everything. Invested his fortune in the Icelandic banks."
"That's not right," the Doctor heard Minerva again, "If she was short of cash she would've robbed a bank or even a liquor store. That's her lifestyle."
"My wife is very clever and she says this is your lifestyle," the Doctor told Christina.
"I take it you both disapprove?" Christina raised an eyebrow.
"Absolutely," he nodded before thinking on it more, "Except, that little blue box. I stole it. From my own people."
"AH!" Minerva suddenly yelped.
"What is it!? What's wrong!?" the Doctor peered down the hole.
"We never did find out why the ship crashed..." Minerva breathed as she saw the end of the hole coming closer.
"Minerva, I think you should come back up," the Doctor swallowed.
"It's too late, I can see it..."
"Please, Minerva, please, be careful and do this slowly," he looked over to the Tritovore, "Have you got an open-vent system?" it chirruped, "I thought so."
"What does that mean?" Christina asked, stopping her hopping when she noticed it was serious again.
"It's like when birds fly into the engines of an aircraft..."
Minerva reached the bottom and saw one of the creatures, "Oh dear..." she breathed at the sight, "It's one of the creatures..."
"Got trapped in the vents. Caused the crash. Minerva, get out," the Doctor begged again.
"It's not moving, I think it's injured," Minerva offered to relieve his nerves a little. If it was injured, it wouldn't be able to cause much harm.
"No, it's dormant, because it's so cold down there. But your body heat is going to raise the temperature."
"But not that fast," she reminded, "I'm part Moontsay and that should give me just enough time," she tried to release the crystal as best and quickly as she could, "And you needed the entire thing, right?"
The Doctor sighed, "Yes..."
She lifted it from the ground, cautiously looking over at the creature, "I'm almost there, Martian. It's okay."
"Minerva, you're giving me heart attacks," he whined, actually rubbing his chest as he felt them constrict when thinking of the creature with her.
"Not so fun, is it?" she smirked when there was no reply, "Got it!" she looked over to the creature and saw it barely move, "And look at that, it's just waking up."
The Doctor used the screwdriver on the winch and pulled her up, "Come on, come on!"
Minerva saw the red button coming up again and pressed it as she moved past it, turning on the field, "And just for precaution."
"Oh she is very good," Christina remarked as the Doctor swung the brunette over to the side, "Well done, cousin."
"Thanks," Minerva breathed with adrenaline and handed her crystal and couplings.
Suddenly, she found her face turned to a very crossed Martian. "Don't ever do that to me again!" he brought her to his lips for a deep kiss, "Ever, ever, ever!" He pepper-kissed her face until she laughed.
"But it worked out fine, see?" she gestured to the place, "I can do these things now," she took his hands in hers, "I'm not a goddess or anything, or even you, but I'm capable now."
But the Doctor was just too relieved to see her in front of him, safe and alive. He took off all the contraptions on her and pulled her into his arms for a very tight hug, needing to bask in this small moment. He supposed now he understood completely what it meant to have a heart attack, or in his case hearts attack when the person you loved faced a danger.
"Doctor, we need to go," Minerva reminded, trying to wiggle out of his arms, "C'mon, Martian!"
"Right," he pulled back but kept her hand in his with a tight grip, "Commander! Mission complete! Now we've got to get back to the 200, all of us," but the commander Tritovore chittered, "Oh, don't be so daft! A captain can leave his ship if there's a bus standing by."
"We can take you to a nice planet," Minerva promised, "But we have to go now! That swarm can't be long now, c'mon!" she motioned to be followed as they started running.
~ 0 ~
The rest of the bus passengers could see the swarm reaching them only they still believed it was just a storm...except Carmen of course. She was the one who was freaking out the most.
"What sort of storm is that?" Angela had to ask.
"Run! Run, run, run, run, run!" Carmen mumbled, sensing the trio, along with two newcomers were running towards them.
As the group ran, the Doctor could hear that cellphone ringing again and when he answered he'd only let Malcolm say his name before he said, "Not now, Malcolm!" and hung up.
"Still rude!" Minerva exclaimed.
They reached the bus where Nathan and Barclay stood at the door, their eyes wide at the Tritovores behind the trio, "What the hell are those?" Nathan pointed.
"Don't point, it's rude," Christina scolded.
"Hey, now you're getting it," Minerva laughed, "And they're friends so be nice," she warned the two men.
"Get inside, get them sitting down," the Doctor ushered the two men away and held the crystal, "Now then, let's have a look."
"So what does that crystal do?" Christina questioned.
He tossed it over his shoulder, "Oh, nothing, don't need the crystal."
"She risked her life for that!" she pointed to Minerva.
"No, no, she...risked," he really didn't like remembering that detail. "Her life for these," he unhooked one of the clamps, "The clamps!" he ran to the driver's side front tire and attached a clamp, " One there. One there. One there. And one there!" he had made a trip all around the bus putting each clamp on the tires, "Now get in! All of you!" he ushered the women in and the Tritovores.
"But what are the clamps for? Do they turn the wheels?" Christina asked once inside the bus.
The Doctor took a seat in the driver's seat, "Something like that. I just need to fix this. Have you got a hammer in that bag?"
"Oh I bet she does," Minerva sighed as said hammer was pulled out of Christina's bag.
"Phone, phone...: the Doctor handed her the phone, 'Press redial, dear," Minerva dialed the phone while he hooked the plate to the steering wheel. Once someone answered, Minerva placed the phone to his ear, "Malcolm, it's me!"
~ 0 ~
"I'm ready!" Malcolm exclaimed, popping up from the floor with large goggles.
"Ready for what?" the Doctor asked.
"I don't know! You tell me!"
"I'll try to get back. There might be something following us. You need to find a way to close the wormhole."
"Would that be a compressed burst of feedback on a counter-oscillation, perchance?"
"Oh, Malcolm! You're brilliant!"
"Coming from you, sir, that means the world."
"Doctor, what sort of something?" Erisa spoke into the phone, "That wormhole is now measuring ten miles and growing, I need to know the exact nature of the threat."
~ 0 ~
"Sorry, gotta go," the Doctor nodded to Minerva who hung up the call. He worked on the steering well up until it sparked and made him lean away, "Ah, it's not compatible! Bus, spaceship, spaceship, bus. I need to weld the two systems together."
"And how do you do that?" Minerva asked.
"I need something non-corrosive, something malleable, something ductile, something..."
Both looked over to Christina, "Gold."
Horror flashed across her face knowing exactly what they wanted from her. "Oh, no you don't!" She hugged her backpack to her chest.
Minerva groaned. "Christina, seriously, what is it worth now if you're going to be a little too dead to cash it in!?"
Barclay came forwards to offer his watch, "Hey, hey, use this!"
"I said gold," the Doctor reminded.
"It is gold."
Minerva gave him an apologetic smile. "Let's not add one more bad thing to this," she patted the man's shoulder and sent him back to his seat.
"Christina!" the Doctor exclaimed in frustration.
She looked at her bag then the other passengers and finally took the chalice out, "It's over 1,000 years old. Worth £18 million. Promise me you'll be careful."
He took the cup from her gently, "I promise," he then turned the cup upside down and banged it with the hammer.
Christina's expression flattened as he banged it probably about ten times. "I seriously hate you."
"Exactly why I threw away the TARDIS hammer," Minerva smirked. She turned to face the passengers, "Ladies and gentlemen please stay seated we are about to leave this desert, hot planet. And yes, there are currently two new passengers, nice Tritovores, so please be nice to them," she flashed a smile to the said aliens who chirruped back.
"No, she stays with me, fellas," the Doctor called to them after their remarks about Minerva being so kind. Yes, she was kind, yes she was funny, and yes she would be staying only with him.
"What's he going to do, though?" Barclay asked.
"Just do as he says please," Minerva smiled and turned to the Doctor, her smile dropping as she leaned down beside him. "You do know what you're doing right?"
The Doctor flatout ignored her and continued with the steering wheel. "Come on, that's it... You can do it, you beauty! One last trip!" Suddenly the bus powered up and rattled. It rose from the sand, astonishing the passengers.
Barclay looked out the window, "Ah, you are so kidding me!"
"We're flying! It's flying!" Nathan laughed.
"He's flying the bus!" Lou breathed.
"It's a miracle!" Angela blinked, a bright smile on her face.
"Anti-gravity clamps. Didn't I say? Round we go," the Doctor cheered as he turned the bus and faced the the wormhole.
Carmen looked back the window to the swarm, "Doctor! They're coming!"
"Do you think this thing will survive the journey back?" Christina quietly asked the pair.
"Only one way to find out!" the Doctor shrugged, "Next stop..."
"Everywhere!" Minerva cheered, "Though it would be nice to stop by Earth first..."
Everyone held on tight as the Doctor propelled the bus through the wormhole, yelling as it did.
There was a flash of light before the wormhole became visible to the soldiers on the other side on Earth and suddenly the bus came through, flying over everyone.
"It's London!" Barclay looked out the window to see the dark night of London, England.
"We're back home!" Angela cheered.
"He did it! He did it!" Nathan exclaimed.
"Malcolm! Close that wormhole!" the Doctor ordered through the phone that Minerva held to his ear.
"Yes, sir! My pleasure, sir!"
The Doctor blinked, "He's hung up on me!"
Minerva smirked, "You had that one coming."
~ 0 ~
Malcolm pressed a button on his keyboard, "Yes!" but the electronics sparked and away went his excitement, "Oh, no, no! No!" a small fire sprouted which he quickly put out with a fire extinguisher.
He heard the phone ringing and so picked up only to say, "Not now, I'm busy!" he set the phone down.
~ 0 ~
"He's hung up again!" the Doctor cried and so Minerva went ahead and redialed, "Malcolm! Listen to me!" the Doctor exclaimed once Malcolm had picked up again.
"It's not working!" Malcolm said.
"I need that signal. We've got billions of those things about to fly through!"
"Well, what do I do?"
"Loop it back through the integrator, and keep the signal ramping up."
"But by how much?"
"500 Bernards! Do it now!"
Malcolm made the adjustments on the computer, excitement back on when he saw it working, "Yes!"
Outside, the wormhole sealed up and left only the three manta creatures on Earth. Unfortunately, for the first couple of minutes it would seem that the soldiers' bullets didn't harm the creatures.
"Doctor, it's coming for us!" Nathan pointed at an oncoming creature heading for the open window of the bus.
"Oh, no, you don't!" the Doctor swerved the bus and batted the creature away.
Finally, the creatures were taken down by the soldiers and everything was left to pure excitement and cheers inside the bus.
"Back home," Minerva sighed in content and looked down at the Doctor, "Knew you could do it."
"Technically we did it together," he took one of her hands and kissed the back of it, making her smile.
Once the bus landed, everyone gathered their belongings and as the Doctor sonicked the door open, they filed out with a soldier giving instructions for them.
"Welcome back. If you could step away from the bus to be safe. As fast as you can. It's standard procedure. We need to screen you, and then you'll all be taken to debriefing."
Minerva tensed as she remembered just what sort of institution was guarding the perimeters. The Doctor stood and took out his psychic paper, "We don't count," he flashed it to the soldier and stepped out with his wife.
Christina made to follow the pair, "No, but, Doctor..." but the soldier took her by the arm.
"With me, ma'am," he took her away.
"Doctor!" Malcolm exclaimed as he saw the pair heading towards Erisa.
"You must be Malcolm!" the Doctor stopped and surprisingly found himself in a hug.
"Oh! Oh, I love you,"Malcolm pulled away, "I love you, I love you."
Minerva had to chuckle, not so much afraid of this man, "Not as much as me though," she warned, "Cos that's my job."
"To your station, Doctor Taylor," Erisa joined them.
"Yes, ma'am," Malcolm headed back to the lab but turned and pointed to the Doctor, "I love you!" the Doctor simply pointed back with a smile and Malcolm went on.
"Doctor," Erisa saluted, "I salute you, whether you like it or not. Now, I take it we're safe from those things?"
"They'll start again. Generate a new doorway. It's not their fault, it's their natural life cycle. But I'll see if I can nudge the wormholes on to uninhabited planets," the Doctor said, feeling Minerva silently and discreetly move a bit more behind him, "Closer to home, Captain, those two lads," he nodded to Barclay and Nathan, " Very good in a crisis. Nathan needs a job, Barclay's good with engines. You could do a lot worse. Privates Nathan and Barclay, UNIT's finest."
"I'll see what I can do..." Erisa noticed the woman practically hidden behind the Doctor, "...I take it that's your wife? Also known as our formerly investigated case in San Diego, 2009."
Minerva, seeing no other point of hiding, moved back to the Doctor's side, gripping his hand like she was holding onto dear life, "...hello..." she greeted with a shaky voice.
"Ma'am," Erisa nodded.
"Captain I'm going to be frank here, my wife's terrified of UNIT because of the investigation on her last year. Can you please tell her that it's alright now? Because it is alright now, right?" the Doctor gave the woman a sharp look, practically daring her to say something else, "There are no current investigations of her and her human family...right?"
Erisa caught the question - warning - and nodded fervently. "Quite right, Doctor. Miss Souza there no investigations over you anymore," she informed the brunette, "Though we will need to create a new profile for you."
"Why?" Minerva breathed and stepped back.
"Just to have a record of you like the Doctor."
"But why? I haven't done anything bad, I swear. I'm good."
The Doctor chuckled, "It's just to have something to follow by for protocols," he took her hand in his up to his lips for a kiss.
"Protocols? What for?"
"Employees," Erisa explained but garnered confusion from Minerva.
"Employee?" she blinked, "But I don't...I don't work here..."
"Now you do," Erisa nodded.
"So...UNIT doesn't want to like...poke me or anything?"
Erisa had to laugh, "Not really."
"Oh, okay," Minerva breathed a sigh of relief then looked at the Doctor with a dim smile, "I'm working for UNIT..."
"Want to be my partner?" he raised an eyebrow, sharing a smirk with her.
"That sounds nice," she laughed.
"And as a peace gift, we've got something for you and your husband, ma'am," Erisa cut into the moment and gestured behind them where a tarp dropped to reveal the TARDIS.
"The box of wonders!" Minerva cheered, running over to the dear box, "Better than any sort of transportation!"
"Found in the gardens of Buckingham Palace," Erisa explained as she and the Doctor joined the brunette.
"Oh, she doesn't mind," the Doctor waved it off.
"Now, I've got three dead alien stingrays to clear up. I don't suppose you fancy helping with the paperwork?"
"Not really, but could you please send over the Tritovores to us? We're supposed to bring them to a nice planet for them."
"Of course," Erisa nodded, "Till we meet again, Doctor, ma'am," she called to Minerva.
Minerva turned around with a half-smile, "Minerva," she corrected for future references.
The Doctor walked up to Minerva and took her into a hug, "See? I told you everything would be fine with UNIT. You had nothing to be afraid of."
"I know it was stupid but it was a real fear for me," she sighed, resting her head on his chest, "I didn't want them questioning my family here, or even my friends."
Christina, who was being monitored with a Geiger counter saw the pair near that blue box of theirs and swatted the soldier, "That's quite enough of that!" she ran towards the pair
The detective, McMillan, spotted her and went after her. "She is not getting away this time."
"Little blue box! Just like you said!" Christina looked at the TARDIS with excitement, "Right then, off we go! Come on, Doctor, cousin," she eyed Minerva, "Show me the stars!"
"No," Minerva sadly smiled.
"What?"
"No," Minerva repeated, looking at the Doctor to see if he was thinking the same.
"But I helped you," Christina reminded, "I helped both of you."
"So?" the Doctor asked.
"We're surrounded by police. I'll go to prison."
"Yeah."
"But you were right, it's not about the money. I only steal things for the adventure, and today, with you...I want more days like this. I want every day to be like this. Why not take me with you?"
"People have traveled with us and we've lost them. Lost them all. Never again," the Doctor replied, "And my wife needs a lot of help right now. She is my main priority and I make no trips that interfere with her assistance."
McMillan arrived with policemen, "Lady Christina de Souza! Oh, I have waited a long time to say this. I am arresting you on suspicion of theft," Minerva watched with sadness as Christina was handcuffed. " You do not have to say anything, etcetera, etcetera. Dennison, take her away."
As Christina was taken away, Carmen and Lou walked over to the pair.
"Doctor? You take care, now," Carmen warned.
The Doctor smiled, missing the warning, "You too! Chops and gravy, lovely! What do you think we'll have for tonight, dear?" he looked at Minerva.
"No, but you be careful. Because your song is ending, sir," Carmen reiterated her warning with further explanation.
"What do you mean?" the Doctor asked, his smile gone.
"It is returning. It is returning through the dark. And then, Doctor... Oh, but then... He will knock four times."
As the humans parted, the Doctor and Minerva shared a concerned glance with each other. The last time they heard about a song, well...a certain human song ended (Minerva) and a certain hybrid song began...Minerva. But this time, this time the song was his...
Thankfully, the two Tritovores arrived as requested, distracting them from the dark moment.
"Oh, please come in," Minerva opened the TARDIS doors for them, "We'll be taking you home right now! Any requests?" she called as the two went inside.
The Tritovores chirruped from inside and the Doctor poked his head inside, frowning, "For the last time, she is staying with me!" he closed the doors and faced his wife who giggled, "What?"
"You're so ridiculous," she turned away to see Christina being led to a police car. Suddenly, she reached for the Doctor's screwdriver and pointed to her 'cousin''s handcuffs, unlocking them, "My cousin will not go to jail."
Christina noticed the unlocked handcuffs but remained silent as she was placed in the backseat of the car. As soon as the door was closed, she scooted to the other side and bolted out of the car, heading for the bus as the McMilan and another officer chased her.
"No! Stop that woman! Stop that woman! Stop her! Don't just stand there, stop her!"
Minerva handed the Doctor back his screwdriver and hurried up to the bus with him.
"Open the door! I'll add resisting arrest!" McMillan pounded on the bus doors.
"I'd step back, if I were you," the Doctor warned him.
"I'm charging you too! Aiding and abetting!" McMillan warned the two.
"Yes, we'll just step inside this police box and arrest our selves," Minerva sweetly smiled and took the Doctor's hand as the two returned to the TARDIS.
Christina waved to the detective and started the bus. McMillan watched helplessly as the bus lifted off the ground, "No! Come back!"
The rest of the passengers laughed at the getaway. The pair stopped in front of the TARDIS doors where Christina hovered and opened the doors to call out, "We could've been so good together, cousin," she smiled.
"Sorry cousin, but I've got a kingdom to build and a husband to deal with," Minerva playfully shrugged.
Christina laughed while the Doctor mock-glared at the two. She waved at them then flew and the bus flew into the sky, leaving behind a cheering group of their new friends.
"Time to go home," the Doctor whispered to Minerva while taking her hand.
"Yes, please," she agreed and allowed him to take them back to the TARDIS to finish their last task before they could end their long day.
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All of Time and Space
After a would-be alien invasion, The Doctor offers you the opportunity to travel with him in the TARDIS.
Ten × gn!reader
Warnings: None
"This is supposed to be a spaceship?" With a raised eyebrow, you looked away from the blue box and back to the pinstripe suited man—The Doctor, he'd called himself—his hands shoved in the pockets of his trousers. "It's just an old Police Box."
"Well, looks can be deceiving, can't they?" The Doctor headed towards the box once again, taking your hand to bring you along.
He'd been doing that on and off for the last few hours, holding on tight as the two of you ran from the strange aliens that had apparently infiltrated your workplace. You helped The Doctor send them back to where they came from, only for him to give you an enticing offer.
"You and me. All of time and space. What do you say?"
Even after what you'd witnessed that day, seeing more than just your little corner of planet Earth still seemed far-fetched. But something in The Doctor's eyes told you that you could trust him with your life without knowing him for more than a single afternoon.
You shook the thought away just as the two of you reached the door, and he pushed it open for you, nodding his head towards the inside. "Go on then, give her a look."
Seeing the blue box made you start to rethink that a little bit. Sure, he'd stopped an alien invasion like it was something he dealt with every day, but what if he was just some madman? And even if the box really could travel through time and space, how could the two of you fit in the thing? The Doctor was quite slim, yes, but the idea of being in such close quarters with him...
Hesitantly, you let go of him as you stepped in.
Instead of a dark, cramped box, you found a warmly lit room. The walls were covered in a hexagonal pattern, and it had what looked like curvy support beams spaced around it. In the center of it all sat a console, litered with various knobs and buttons and screens.
And the sound...almost like the ship had a heartbeat.
You didn't even notice that The Doctor had already ran past you and to the console, tossing his trench coat onto the padded railing. He flipped a switch, watching as you took in your surroundings. There was something he enjoyed about seeing others be awestruck at the sight of his beloved TARDIS.
Unsurprisingly, the first thing you said was, "It's...it's bigger on the inside."
"It's called the TARDIS. Time and Relative Dimension in Space." The Doctor leaned on the edge of the console, his hands resting on either side of him as he looked at you expectantly. "Fancy a trip?"
You walked towards him, still looking at the room and wondering if you were dreaming. "You said 'all of time and space'..." Stopping in front of him, you smiled. "How could I not?"
The Doctor grinned and, in an instant, began pushing buttons and flipping even more switches. "The question is...past or future?"
"Future," you said without a thought. "Show me something amazing."
"Coming right up!" The Doctor stopped running around the console to pull a lever, and the TARDIS began to make a strange grinding noise. You found yourself glad for the railing as the ship's movements threw you around a bit. The Doctor seemed unfazed by that, continuing to pilot the ship.
Finally, the TARDIS came to a stop, and you were able to let go.
"Sorry about that," The Doctor said, already moving towards the exit. "Her navigation system can be a bit tricky."
"A warning might have been nice." You jogged to catch up to him, stopping in front of the doors.
The Doctor looked over at you with a smile, "Ready to see the future?"
When he opened the door, your first thought was that it was most definitely not Earth, evidenced by the twin suns in the sky. The buildings looked almost to be made of pure gold, all shining bright where the sun hit them. Dreaming felt like even more of a possibility at the sight of a place so beautiful. "Something amazing: check."
Before The Doctor could say that it wasn't where he meant to bring you, you grabbed his arm and pulled him out of the ship. "What are we waiting for? Let's look around!"
"So..." you began, catching your breath as you slumped down in the chair that you had neglected to notice on your first flight a few hours earlier. The Doctor had just landed the TARDIS somewhere else, but you hadn't asked about that yet. "Do your trips usually end with trouble?"
He leaned against the railing, not quite as worn out as you were after all that running. It wasn't his first rodeo with killer robots. "More or less. Mostly more." He looked down at you with an eyebrow quirked. "Why? Have you changed your mind?"
"No way." You eagerly stood up next to him. "What's next?"
The Doctor didn't hesitate to return to the console and whisk you away again.
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Tenth Doctor NSFW Alphabet
Tenth Doctor x GN!Reader 18+ ONLY / requests are open
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TENTH DOCTOR NSFW ALPHABET
A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
Ten is the cuddliest being in the entire universe after sex. Cuddles, kisses, snuggles. He’s basically a barnacle. He adores giving you cuddles just as much as he receives them. I also feel like he’d absolutely adore nuzzling his nose against your jaw and/or neck.
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
His favourite body part of his own are his teeth/hands.
His favourite body part of his partner is their eyes. One of the most important things for him in a partner is their eyes. Being able to see compassion, kindness- love in someone’s eyes. There’s nothing that makes him fall in love faster.
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
Ten can cum a lot. Something to do with Time Lord genetics. When they mate, they mate to conceive (biologically speaking) so whenever Ten ejaculates, there can be a lot if he’s not had any for a while or if he’s been edging.
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
A dirty secret of Ten’s is how much he fantasises and thinks about rubbing his cock against your clit/dick. It’s one of his favourite things, and he thinks about it way more than he should. He has- on more than one occasion, rubbed his thumb over his sonic screwdriver and thought about putting it inside you too.
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
Ten is experienced. He’s lived for 900-odd years. He hasn’t had a plethora of partners, but he’s had enough (both longer-term and one-night) but he’s experienced enough to know what he’s doing and how to get his partner exactly where he wants them.
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
Missionary. He’s not fancy about it, but he adores being able to look into your eyes as he brings you pleasure.
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
It depends on the circumstance. Generally speaking, he’s more romantic than goofy, but he also believes that if you can’t laugh with your partner during sex- they’re not the one for you.
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
He’s not shaved, but he’s not unruly either. He’s neat. Trimmed.
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
Ten’s all about the intimacy. He’s all about soft loving looks, hand-holding, and adoring caresses. He’s so romantic (most of the time) that it’s almost sickening. Even when he’s rough, he’s still romantic. Check-ins, kisses, reassuring touches and smooches.
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
Ten tries not to jack off too much since he has you, but he’s not opposed to jacking off in the shower if you’re not in the mood. He also has a bit of a thing for you watching him jack off. There’s just something about it that gets him hot and bothered.
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
Hair-pulling. The man is OBSESSED with having his hair pulled. He’s pretty sure he could cum untouched from that.
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
TARDIS console room or his bedroom are his two favourite places to do it, but he’s not picky.
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
Teasing touches and sultry looks will get Ten going faster than anything. A brush over his shoulders, a light pat on his bum. If he’s feeling dominant, teasing him will definitely get him going. Behaving bratty and ignorant of how your words, looks and touches impact him will definitely have him all over you as soon as possible.
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
Knife or gun-play. It’s not for him.
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
He prefers to give, but he enjoys receiving, too. Mostly when he’s feeling submissive.
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
Again, depends on the circumstances. If he’s feeling submissive and is receiving, he wants it loving but fast. He wants toys or cocks jackhammering into his ass. If he’s feeling dominant, he likes to make it slower and more sensual in order to tease you.
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
Ten isn’t huge on quickies. He enjoys them, but he’d much rather be able to take his time and really enjoy the moment with you.
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
Ten is open to experimentation, but at 900 years old, there’s not much he hasn’t done that isn’t a huge no-no for him.
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
Ten can last about five to seven rounds before he starts to tire. That Time Lord biology does not quit.
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
Ten likes toys. He likes to use them on his partners more than receive, but having you fuck his cock with a fleshlight? Well, lets say that did something to him that he was not expecting.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
When he’s dominant, he’s very unfair. Or he can be. It depends on how naughty you’ve been. When he’s submissive, he’s only teasing when he wants to be punished.
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
Ten isn’t super loud, but he’s not opposed to making some noise, either. He’s louder when he’s being edged, for sure.
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
Ten loves to have you ride him. He adores watching you on top of him and taking charge.
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
He’s not super thick, but he is quite a bit longer than the average human.
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
Ten’s sex drive is moderate. He’s not jonesing for it all the time, but he likes a good fuck at least two or three times a week. More if he’s really in the mood.
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
Ten doesn’t really fall asleep very quickly after sex unless he’s gone about eight rounds. That will tire him out like nothing else. Because he doesn’t fall asleep quickly, he likes to brush your hair and lull you to sleep on his chest for a while.
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The Doctor Rambles
paring: 10th!doctor x fem!reader
summary: the doctor gose on one of his many rambles but you’re so exhausted from your recent adventure.
a/n: so i am yet again on a doctor who fixation for the 100th time in my life lol i got this idea the other night and i really wanted to write it hope you guys enjoy!
warning(s): just fluff, short and unedited!
Your legs felt like jelly as you walked down the busy London street in your combat boots. What you hoped would be a relaxing day turned into another crazy adventure. You had just spent the day running around London following the doctor and his little gizmo that was tracking “void stuff” the doctor never really explained what that was but you went along with it as always. Just nodding and smiling whenever the doctor went on his many, many tangents.
You were jogging along the sidewalk trying to keep up with the doctor and his long legs when he stopped at a crosswalk, his coat clung around his shoulders but the bottom swished with every movement. He looked down at the device and it had stopped making noise as you came up from behind him placing your hand on his shoulder while you caught your breath.
He poked his tongue out in thought and brought his other hand up to fiddle with the device in the other.
“Okay, I need a minute before we start running again.” you pant. The Doctor huffed and banged his hand on the side of the gizmo before it finally went silent from the whirring noise it made. “No need, I've lost the trail.”
You sighed in relief. At least you didn’t have to run anymore.
“Oh well back to the Tardis!” the Doctor shrugged and began to walk off in the other direction.
You gaped at him but followed. “Doctor!" you shout.
"That's it? after all that?!"
He turns back to you frowning.
"No, something is wrong with the gizmo, I have to go back to the tardis to fix it," he says.
You groan.
"the Tardis is parked all the way on the other side of the city!” He shoved his hands in his pockets and took out his sonic screwdriver, scanning the device trying to see the problem and why it had lost the trail. He turned back to you.
“Well I suppose we could take the bus back, come on.” he motions for you.
You both make it to a bus stop at the end of the road and plop yourselves down on the bench. You cross your arms over your chest to keep yourself warm, even though you were wearing a jacket the air was very chilly at night. The Doctor was still messing with his gizmo and you just sat there looking up at the sky, occasionally a car would pass you by on the road but other than that the street was pretty much empty. The only sounds were the wind brushing by your ears and the buzzing of the sonic to your left.
When the red double decker bus pulls up the doctor motioned you to step in first, while he showed the driver the psychic paper. You both found seats and plopped down beside each other again.
The bus began moving and your eyes felt heavy with exhaustion. The Doctor began rambling about the machine he was still messing with.
You yawned, but not because you thought what the doctor was saying was boring but because you were so tired from all the running. You rested your head on the doctors shoulder but he was too busy talking to notice you were begging to doose off to the sound of his voice.
"And I just can't understand what happened to-" The Doctor stops his speech when he looks over to you and realizes you've fallen asleep on his shoulder, your soft snores and chest falling slowly indicating this. He smiled amusingly, he hadn't realized he had tried you out from running around London all day. and went back to work fiddling with his contraption. He would tell you about his rambling brain latter when you were awake.
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I don’t know if you’re still taking requests, but if you are: Maybe where the 10th doctor is in love with y/n but doesn’t realize it like the schtupid lil nerd he is, and Donna has to break it to him. With this new realization, his brain short-circuits and he has no idea how to act or what to say. Donna is his wingman and it’s just fluff all around. :D
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tenth doctor x fem!reader
summary: The Doctor is oblivious. Donna is not. Basically what the request said. Gosh, I love this request!!
"Bye, Doc" Y/n says softly, giving his arm a soft squeeze as he turns his head to look at her with a fond smile.
"See you soon, Angel."
Y/n giggles and skips out to the door, waving goodbye to Donna, her eyes looking back to the timelord one last time before leaving.
As soon as the tardis door closes, Donna snorts and turns to face the Doctor with a teasing grin. "Bye, Doc, see you soon, angel" She mimics in an overly-sweet voice before pretending to gag. "Ugh, God -- and that arm squeeze! Honestly, it's like I'm in the middle of a bad romance book. An overwhelmingly long slowburn." She mumbles in distress.
The Doctor looks at her, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "What are you rambling on about now?" He quizzes, seemingly genuinely unaware of the tension between himself and Y/n.
"Oh, give me a break, Spaceman." Donna groans under her breath, dragging her hands down her face in anguish. "You're like a trillion years old; there's no way you can be that dense."
"Dense - what - oi, I'm not dense!" He protests quickly, a little pout on his lips as he crosses his arms over his chest in offense.
With a roll of her eyes, Donna stalks around the console, randomly pressing buttons while the Doctor smacks her hands away before she can actually do something like blow up the tardis. "Had the birds and the bees talk, Doctor?" She asks playfully, the Doctor's cheeks flushing a light pink as he splutters.
"What? Donna, you're - stop messing with the console!" He screeches as she flickers some switches on and off. The redhead huffs and backs away, putting her hands in the air.
"All of this built up tension, Doctor. It's making you unbearably tense."
His honeyed eyes roll to the back of his head as he retorts. "Well, I just spent the day trapped on a train with some invisible evil entity, I think I have the right to be a little tense."
"No, no, no." His companion quickly shakes her head, tapping her painted nails on her arm, frustrated that she has to spell everything out for him. "Not that kind of tension. I'm talking about sexual tension. Desire."
The Doctor's face turns pale, his red lips frowning in disgust. "Donna, I think you're great, but-"
Quickly realising the misunderstanding, she cuts him off. "Not with me, you dumbo!" She spits, her face contorted in her own revulsion. "With Y/n!"
A sigh of relief leaves his mouth before he can stop it, but the relief doesn't last long before it's replaced with scepticism. "With Y/n?" He repeats curiously, almost allowing a little bit of hope to flow out alongside his words. "Nah, we're just friends." A dismissive wave of his hand attempts to deny the accusation, but his eyes darting anywhere but Donna just proves her point more.
"Well, she definitely doesn't want to be just friends." She speaks, her lips curled into a knowing smirk.
Despite himself, his head snaps up to look at her, cheeks darkening once again. "She doesn't? Why? Did she say something?" His asks are quick and eager, only making Donna chuckle.
"Maybe, maybe not."
"Donna, this isn't-" Before he can finish, the tarids doors open once more. Y/n walks in, snow in her gorgeous hair as she shivers from the cold.
"Sorry, I forgot my hat." She explains sweetly.
The Doctor rubs a hand on the back of his neck, repeatedly opening and closing his mouth in an attempt to respond, but no sound actually manages to leave. Donna sighs from behind him.
Picking up on the awkward atmosphere, Y/n stops to look at them both, squinting her eyes as she observes the Doctor, his freckled face flushed with his eyes darting around. Her gaze moves on and she looks at Donna, who looks a mixture of amused and impatient. "Did I interrupted something?" She asks quietly.
"No!" The Doctor answers a little too quickly. Donna nudges him and and whispers encouragement in his ear as he tries to brush her off. "No, you're not interuppting anything."
Y/n nods, not convinced in the slightest, and actually a little hurt that the two seem to be keeping secrets from her. Still, she understands that she shouldn't prod when he clearly isn't comfortable. "Okay, well, I've got my hat." As if to prove her the fact, she twirls the hat in her hand. "I'll be going."
"Oh, you idiot!" Donna groans in his ear as Y/n walks to the door. The Doctor grumbles and bites his lip, his mind practically fighting between what he wants to do and what he should do.
"Actually, Y/n," He calls, and she stops just before the door. She turns around, looking lovingly at the Doctor as he makes his way towards her. He stands tall in front of her, gazing down with a nervous cloud in his eyes. "I just wanted to.. " He shifts on his feet for a moment. "I just wanted to..." He repeats in a whisper, sounding hypnotised as he stares at her lips.
He gulps then shakes his head. "Doesn't matter," his body turns and he curses to himself. He had fought Gods and demons, but trying to confess something like this was the most difficult thing he had encountered. "Have a good day at home, angel."
Instead of making a quick getaway, his wrist is suddenly captured. He's spun around, but before he can process anything, Y/n's lips are on his.
It's soft and loving. It captures the years of longing, of need and desire the two had bottled up inside themselves. Her hands run through his hair, and after his brain rebooted, he places his hands on her waist, pulling her into him.
They pull away, a little short of breath as their foreheads sit together. The Doctor makes no effort to remove his grip from her waist, and Y/n now rubs the back of his neck in soothing motions. "I hope that was okay," She whispered a little shyly. "I just wanted to kiss you."
The Doctor bobs his head up and down eagerly. "God, yes, that's okay."
"Finally!' Donna cheers.
omg first time writing in forever. uhhh it isn't proofread sorry lolol. hope you enjoyed!! :) <3
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