#YAZ DID YOU NOTICE HOW SHE HUGGED YOU FOR LIKE THREE TIMES AS LONG AS THE REST

[swan2swan]

I knew rewatching this show with Knowledge would change things, because oh my gosh, look at Sammy hugging Ben and Darius for one second each, and then just locking herself around Yaz.

Texas is dropping HUGE hints and trying to clue this beautiful track star in, and Yaz is Absolutely Clueless.

[morganaspendragonss]

so so many thanks to everyone who read even one of these stories. i am forever grateful for all the support i've received; every comment, every kudos, every reblog, every like - they all mean so much. i'm overwhelmed, honestly, but in the very best way. ily all 🥰

day one: against all odds (we're still here) for @trkstrnd

Carlos will hate himself for it later, but he’s so focused on his task that the screech of tires coming around the corner barely registers as a blip on his radar. He doesn’t notice anything until TK suddenly barrels into him, throwing Carlos to the side just before something else, something heavy, crashes into them with a blinding flash of pain, and then—

Nothing.

*

a simple trip to the grocery store quickly turns to disaster for tk and carlos

day two: out, damned spot for anon

TK wakes up gasping, choking on air. The sheets are suffocating him and, when he tries to free himself, they only seem to get tighter. The hands reaching out for him, trying to calm him, are the final straw; TK throws himself from bed and sprints to the bathroom, slamming and locking the door behind him as he collapses against the sink.

On some level, he is aware that the hands were Carlos’s, that the sheets were theirs, that his hands are clean, and that the dream was just a dream.

But they weren't always that way.

day three: the meetings for those in my wake for @freddieholic

For years after the divorce, Gwyn came to learn that any call from Owen was almost certainly bad news, and almost always about their son. Things have been better in the three years since her time in Texas, which is why she thinks nothing of it when he calls just after she’s put Isaac to bed for the night.

“Owen, hey,” she greets. “What’s up?”

The silence she’s answered with is the first sign that something’s wrong.

The sob that follows is the second.

“Gwyn, it’s TK. He's... They think we should say goodbye."

day four: a friend in me for 📍 anon

Carlos has come to see Nancy as a force of nature, a woman who will let nothing and no-one stand in her way, whether that’s out on the field or during a game of Monopoly. But, right now, as she sits hunched over in one of the interrogation rooms, shock blanket around her shoulders, he's never seen her look so small.

or

the story of how nancy and carlos become the new champions of 126 games nights

day five: truth is heavier than fiction for anon

Carlos pauses with his hand on the doorknob, taking a moment to prepare himself before going inside. TK’s shift finished an hour ago and he’d texted to let Carlos know he was home, which means Carlos is going to be walking right into a conversation he’d rather avoid.

Not that he’d have much choice either way; he might be able to cover his cracked and bruised ribs for a little while, but the arm in a sling will tell on him as soon as the door opens. Carlos doesn’t want to hide his injuries—they’ve had enough conversations in reverse on that theme to make him a hypocrite if he did—but he may have made some choices that he doesn’t particularly want to go into right now. Not while he’s tired and aching and just wants to cuddle with his boyfriend.

He blows out a breath, then opens the door, bracing himself for TK’s reaction.

“Hey— Shit!”

day six: slowly, and then all at once for @pragmaticoptimist34

The realisation that he loves Carlos hits him like a bolt out of the blue.

And at the worst possible moment.

We are getting updates on the active shooter situation at the Four Seasons Hotel. Austin Police Department have closed off the area and officers are currently preparing to enter the building to detain the suspect. It is as yet unknown if there have been any civilian casualties, but—

“Paul, turn the damn TV back on.”

“No.”

*

five times tk can't admit his feelings about carlos, and one time he finally does

day seven: the promise of tomorrow for anon

Up until five minutes ago, Carlos had been terrified of never having TK in his arms again. Now, the thought of letting him go scares him just as much, and TK seems to feel the same, if the way he’s clutching at Carlos’s jacket and pulling it tight across his back is any indication.

Carlos hugs him close, sinking down to his knees as TK falls into the chair behind him, letting the rest of the room fade away to nothing as he realises that they weren’t too late—that TK is here, with him, alive and mostly whole.

day eight: we'll hold each other soon for @221bsunsettowers

“Be careful, please,” TK said, smoothing down the lapels of Carlos’s shirt. “Whatever happens out there, whatever you have to do, just promise me one thing. Promise you’ll come back to me.”

Carlos knew better than to promise something like that, and TK knew better than to ask it. But because it was him, and because it was TK, Carlos just nodded and leaned in to press a kiss to TK’s temple.

“I promise,” he whispered, pulling away.

It's the last good memory Carlos has, and he's going to hold onto it for as long as he has left. If he's going to die, then the last thing he wants to see is TK's smile.

day nine: now i am just but the wayward man for anon

Ben is glaring at him again.

Klaus is very familiar with this specific glare—it’s the one Ben breaks out when Klaus is being ‘stubborn’ and ‘stupid’ and ‘a fucking asshole junkie with no self-respect who only cares about the next high and, really, it’s a fucking miracle you haven’t gotten yourself killed yet, Klaus’.

He has to hand it to him. Ben really does have him down to a tee.

*

winter is approaching and klaus has nowhere to go. his siblings are his only option—meaning he effectively has no options.

day ten: i can't imagine my life without you for 📍 anon

It had come completely out of left field—one minute everything was fine, the next Carlos had turned to him with guarded eyes and a clenched jaw, and said six words that sent TK’s whole world crashing down.

“I think we need a break.”

*

nobody likes to be asked 'trouble in paradise?', particularly when the answer is yes.

day eleven: start again from the beginning for anon

Owen trusts his son. He’s watched TK fight his addiction and stay sober for the last six years, and he has faith that he can handle himself.

But when TK doesn’t show up for work the night after proposing to Alex, Owen knows that something is wrong. After all, they've been here before.

day twelve: let me love you when your heart is tired for anon

TK knows it’s going to be a bad day from the moment he opens his eyes. Slowly, slowly, each twitch like he’s moving mountains, he inches his hand blindly across the bed to reach out for Carlos. If he can just feel his boyfriend, if he can just see him—

But, of course. Carlos has a shift today. TK has a vague recollection of him getting out of bed at five this morning, rousing him with a shift to the mattress and a gentle kiss on the forehead.

If this were a normal day, he might smile at the memory.

day thirteen: couldn't utter my love when it counted for 📍 anon

TK takes his time in the bathroom, stopping to stare at his reflection in the mirror for several minutes and trying to talk himself down from any more-than-friendly feelings towards Carlos.

Later, they’ll tell him that this saved his life.

But that won’t be for a long time, until after the smoke has cleared and the dead have been counted and the statements have been taken. For now, TK steels his resolve and nods at himself, then turns to the door, a hand reaching out for the handle.

That’s when the explosion rips through the building.

*

after the boba date, tk lets carlos go. they're friends, which is working just fine, until a horrific accident threatens to take even that away from them.

day fourteen: if i walk out the door (a thousand eyes) for anon

TK gets this feeling sometimes, a sort of prickling at his back, like someone’s behind him, breathing down his neck. At first, it was only a once-in-a-while situation, so he thinks nothing of it; when it becomes an everyday occurrence, he starts to wonder, but he’s probably just being paranoid. The shooting, kidnapping, firehouse explosion, and the fire at his and Carlos’s house had all taken their toll, and TK’s just generally more on edge these days.

He doesn’t tell anyone about the feeling, not even Carlos. There’s no reason to fuck up everyone else’s peace with something so stupid. It’ll go away eventually; TK’s sure of it.

That is, until one of the lots just down from the firehouse gets occupied.

day fifteen: find you here inside the dark for @fanfic-corner

Yaz has walked this room too many times to count now; she’s traced her fingertips over the walls, searching for any cracks or crevices to indicate where there might be a door.

If the Doctor were here, she’d have her sonic out by now, spitting out words, only half of which Yaz could understand. She’d find a way out in no time. Or, if not, at least she’d be here. Talking a mile a minute, probably annoying the hell out of their captors. Yaz can almost hear her now—

Wait.

She can hear her now.

day sixteen: accidents happen for @ilovemosss

So, Jason reflects, it may not have been the best idea to take Pythagoras out training while they’re all suffering from a severe lack of sleep. Being the more logical of them, Pythagoras, to his credit, had attempted to talk him out of it, but Jason ignored him.

He very much regrets that decision now.

day seventeen: you and me (moving through this world as a two-man team) for @laelipoo

TK does not have a crush on the 126's latest hire.

Carlos Reyes: an Austin local, an incredible firefighter, and—objectively speaking—the most beautiful man TK has ever laid eyes on. Which is, in fact, the entire point; TK has eyes and, yes, he will use them to sneak a look or two when he’s suddenly sharing space with a man who looks like a Greek god.

That does not mean he has a crush, Paul.

(and, sure, maybe he does sometimes dream about how soft Carlos’s lips look and the little blush he gets when he laughs and those little flecks of gold in his eyes, but he’s only human)

(how TK knows about the gold in Carlos’s eyes is none of anybody’s business)

day eighteen: in perfect harmony for @anyotherheartwilldo

Here’s the thing—Carlos doesn’t believe in signs. He used to when he was younger, raised on his abuela’s stories, but as he’d gotten older his father had taught him that what mattered was the choices he made. He’s the only one who has a say in the way his life turns out, and if he wants something, he has to put in the work to get it.

But there comes a point—namely, after his fifth thwarted attempt to propose to TK—when he begins to wonder if the universe really does have something against him.

*

proposing to tk proves far more complicated than carlos had first thought.

day nineteen: whatever here that's left of me (is yours) for anon

“Are you…” TK leans closer, peering at the hoodie Carlos is wearing, and—yep. “Why are you wearing my hoodie? Was there nothing in your size from the crew? You should have said something. We can fix this, you don’t need to be uncomfortable.”

There’s a beat, and then Carlos, studiously avoiding TK’s gaze, clears his throat. “It smells like you.”

*

post-2.12, carlos finds comfort in tk's hoodies.

day twenty: can't smile without you for anon

Carlos would be lying to himself if the possibility hadn’t occurred to him before. He has always worried for TK’s safety, and the knowledge that a serial killer is on the loose in Austin has sent that worry skyrocketing. Especially because he’s the lead detective on the case; he’s spent hours poring over horrific crime scenes, examining all the facts until they’re burned into his brain.

Admittedly, the killers seem to be mostly indiscriminate in who they take, meaning the chances of it being TK are slim.

But there’s still a chance.

*

a before, during, and after of tk's kidnapping in a hole where your memory goes

day twenty-one: lately you've been searching for a darker place to hide for @freddieholic

“Can I ask you something else?”

TK stiffens at the sound of Mateo’s voice, a nervous note to it that wasn’t there last time. Something tells him he knows exactly what Mateo wants to ask; still, he turns to lean against the counter, crossing his arms as casually as he can manage. “Sure.”

“Are you…” Mateo trails off, biting his lip and avoiding TK’s gaze. “I mean, do you… I mean—”

“You can say it, you know,” he interrupts, not unkindly. “If you want to know if I’m thinking about heading out and getting high, then just ask.”

*

five times tk turns to unhealthy coping mechanisms when he wants to use + one time he finally asks for help

day twenty-two: know me crazy, soothe me daily for anon

It had freaked Carlos out the first time it happened.

“It was a seizure,” TK explained, after Carlos had finished telling him about it. TK had been disoriented and confused for about ten minutes after, and couldn’t even remember half of their earlier conversation. “I… It’s because of the drugs. They fucked something up in my brain, especially after my first overdose, and now I get seizures occasionally."

*

in which carlos gets a little over-protective and tk is mildly exasperated

day twenty-three: lover, be good to me for anon

Carlos holds his arms out, and TK comes willingly, setting what Carlos now recognises as a tray of food carefully on the bed. “What’s this?”

TK stares as if it’s obvious. “Date night.”

“What?”

TK pauses, then gasps. “You’re right.” He pats himself down frantically, then pulls an object out of his pocket with a dramatic flourish. It’s a little electric tea light—real candles long since banned from the bedroom—and Carlos watches in bemusement as TK flicks it on and sets it down on the tray. “Now it’s date night.”

*

his fiancé being bed-bound isn't going to keep tk from date night

day twenty-four: bring you in from the cold for anon

As a cop, Carlos has always been uncomfortably aware of his own mortality. He’s considered his own death more than is probably healthy, but when you’re facing down the barrel of a gun almost every single day, it’s kind of forced on you.

He’s imagined himself being shot, stabbed, strangled, and everything in between.

But he’s not sure he ever pictured dying in a walk-in freezer after getting trapped there by mistake.

day twenty-five: heaving through corrupted lungs for anon

TK is itching to go home and check on Carlos, to make sure he’s still breathing and actually resting like he’s supposed to be. On the other hand, Carlos would probably kill him if he left work, illness be damned. It’s just… Carlos had looked so ill that morning, skin ashen and voice all but gone, and it had taken a lot of convincing for TK to still go to his own shift. He’d insisted on making sure Carlos had all the blankets and water and snacks and anything else he could possibly want, but even so, he’s still uneasy.

His gut is telling him that something’s wrong, and TK doesn’t think he can ignore it for much longer.

*

when carlos falls ill, they think it's just a bad cold. but when tk goes to check on him, he's in for a nasty shock.

day twenty-six: slowly becoming lovers for @pragmaticoptimist34

Things don’t get fixed overnight. They agree to give them a shot, but that doesn’t change the fact that TK is still reeling from his break-up and overdose, nor that Carlos is still hesitant and afraid of pushing too hard at once.

But, slowly, they get to know each other. And, slowly, they start to fall in love.

*

tk and carlos, getting to know each other and falling in love

day twenty-seven: and curse the gods for @girlwhowasntthere

Jason knows what it is to be cursed.

day twenty-eight: ignoring every warning for @moviegeek03

TK is fine.

He is absolutely, 100% fine.

And, sure, maybe he’s not supposed to be at work right now, and maybe his hand hasn’t fully healed yet, but it’s nothing. His doctor cleared him to go back to work, which means it’s healed enough, and TK is certainly not going to admit defeat no matter how much he's hurting.

day twenty-nine: can you beat back the night? for @girlwhowasntthere

He misses the bard. Geralt won’t admit it, not even to Roach, but he misses him. After months—years—of Jaskier’s constant chatter and the sound of his lute, the silence, once valued above all else, is too much.

It’s been months since the dragon, since Geralt lost both Yennefer and Jaskier in one fell swoop. He’s cursed himself many times over for the words he said—to both of them—and cursed himself more for the mistakes he made to get in this position in the first place.

*

this is the lot of witchers, to be alone.

day thirty: ease my mind for @silvarafael

Briefly, Carlos considers calling TK and telling him about the accident. But… He only broke two of his fingers and it barely even classifies as a minor injury in his book, so there’s really no reason to bother his fiancé while he’s still on shift himself. He pockets his phone then looks around to figure out where the exit is.

Only, an all-too familiar laugh distracts him from his task, drawing his attention to the nurses station.

Where TK is standing, smiling as a nurse swats at him for stealing one of their lollipops.

Carlos is, beyond doubt, fucked.

day thirty-one: scars turn to memories for anon

Their front door is open. It’s wide open, and the wood of the door frame is broken, splinters littering the driveway and the floor of the front room. TK’s heart stops in his chest as he surveys the scene, his brain going blank, struggling to comprehend what he’s seeing.

Everything is quiet in the front room, not even a table setting out of place. TK creeps further into their home, his every nerve on edge as he barely breathes for fear of alerting whoever’s here of his presence.

And then, he remembers.

Carlos was off shift tonight. He was here. Alone.

[sunfleurry]

III. 360˚

Part 1

Part 2

Warnings: Sexual assault

Disclaimer: I write stories and use Harry Styles as a face claim. In no way shape or form does my writing reflect how I perceive the actual Harry to be. These are my characters, the face is just a bonus!

A week later, Eden was getting the hang of her workouts, feeling stronger as the days go by. Yaz was pretty happy with her, telling her that as a beginner, she’s showing the right amount of progress. Eden even started going to the gym by herself sometimes, outside of her sessions with Yaz. She found the gym to be an amazing stress-reliever from school and other aspects of her life, and made it her mission to go workout whenever she needed it. She’d never felt happier with herself than she did after an intense workout. 

Harry and Luca still entertain her with their banter at the front desk as she waits for Yaz, she almost looks forward to their chats. The day after their almost-kiss, Eden entered the gym feeling a little anxious with what to expect from Harry. As always, she greeted Luca and asked him about his day before Harry made his way over from finishing with one of his clients. He looked good in this track pants and work shirt, Eden noted. It was almost annoying how he could pull off the most casual outfits. She held her breath as she watched him walk towards them but then he looked at her and flashed her a heart-stopping smile. He greeted her like he always did, enthusiastically, then leaned his side on the desk and asked her and Luca what they were talking about. She sagged in relief with a smile, and from then on, they both acted like nothing happened.

***

“Good, now keep your chest up and keep your weight off your toes, I want you to drive your heels into the ground when you—yes!” Yaz clapped as Eden performed her first weighted squats with perfected technique. “Now give me nine more, don’t mess this up or else we’re adding two more sets.”

If Eden wasn’t already exhausted, she would’ve groaned at the mere thought of working out even longer. Instead, she sucked it up and focused on her technique as she finished her current set, encouraged by Yaz’s cheering.

When she finished, Yaz wrapped her fingers around the bar resting on Eden’s back and helped her rack it. She held up her hand and Eden gave her a high five, feeling proud of her progress.

“Good job, girl! Let’s go stretch on the turf.”

Eden didn’t feel as worn out as she thought she’d be as she followed Yaz, phone and water bottle in hand. As they walked across the gym, Eden heard a familiar deep voice near the mats area. Recognizing who it was, she tried convincing herself not to look, but it was too tempting.

Harry was helping a young expensive-looking woman–like most gym-goers at this five star facility do–with core exercises. The woman was on her back, gazing at Harry in a way that told Eden she wasn’t listening to a word he was saying. Harry pressed three fingers on the woman’s bare stomach. “You need to engage your abs,” he said, then brought his hands to her sides to push her down, “and make sure your lower back keeps touching the floor instead of arching.” The woman blushed at the way Harry touched her despite his intentions being completely professional. He didn’t notice, but Eden did.

Yaz sat on the fake grass, and Eden did the same, proceeding to do her regular lower body stretches the trainer taught her.

“You good?”

Eden’s face snapped towards Yaz. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

“I don’t know, unclench your jaw.”

Eden didn’t realize how tense she was and did as her trainer said.

Yaz raised an eyebrow, looking between her friend and Harry, who was handing his client her water bottle before he made his way to the front desk, done for the day.

“I’m fine,” Eden snapped, immediately feeling bad then relieved when Yaz laughed.

“Whatever you say,” she singsonged, looking at Harry again then back to her, giving her a look that told her she’d be bringing up the topic again.

Eden didn’t realize how tense she got seeing another woman flush at the way Harry touched her, no matter how innocent his intent was. It never occurred to her that other people at the gym would find him attractive, and that his clients were close enough to him to bask in his attention.

Switching legs and leaning over to grab her foot to stretch her other hamstring, she watched Harry’s client exiting the change rooms and walking to the front of the gym. Her red hair swayed in perfect curls behind her back, her simple but clearly expensive outfit hugging her body in a way Eden found herself envying. Eden was rarely insecure about the way she looked and she taught herself to never compare herself to other people, but she couldn’t help comparing herself to this woman who was now enthusiastically chatting with Harry at the bottom of the staircase. She didn’t like the feelings that bubbled up at the sight of the woman standing so close to him. When Harry’s client finally said her goodbyes and squeezed his bicep on her way out, Eden glowered at her figure climbing the stairs to the parking lot.

Yaz’s laughter cut into the silence of their bubble. “You couldn’t be obvious even if you tried. You and Harry?”

Eden frowned. “Me and Harry what?”

Yaz narrowed her eyes, moving to a new stretch and gesturing for Eden to do the same. “Don’t play stupid with me.”

“Nothing’s going on.”

“With the way you looked like you wanted to murder that woman, I wouldn’t say that was nothing,” Yaz chuckled.

“I don’t want to murder anyone.”

“Keep telling yourself that.”

Eden huffed. “I’m not paying you to tease me.”

“Last time I checked, you’re not paying for this at all,” Yaz smirked. “So I’m free to tease you about your little crush on Harry as much as I want.”

Eden’s eyes comically widened. “Keep your voice down!” She whisper-yelled, quickly looking at the front desk to see if Harry or Luca heard anything. They didn’t, thankfully.

Yaz seemed way too amused at Eden’s expense. “Yeah, yeah,” she teased a blushing Eden. “Now give me more depth, girl. I thought you were supposed to be a dancer.”

Eden groaned when her trainer pushed her back to the ground to better stretch her muscles, thoughts of Harry forgotten as she focused on not pulling anything.

***

Yaz pocketed her phone. “He said he’s on his way.”

Eden nodded and went back to swiping through the array of dresses on the clothing rack. She was happy to be hanging out with Yaz outside of the gym. She came to care for her trainer and knew that they could be friends for a long time with the way they got along so well.

The girls were at the mall, waiting for Yaz’s boyfriend to drop off some coffee as they rifled through dresses for a wedding the personal trainer would attend in a week to come. 

“Oh! You would look gorgeous in this.” Eden grabbed a light blue A-line dress that ended above the knee and held it in front of Yaz who looked at it curiously.

“I don’t know…”

Eden whacked her friend with the hanger and held out the dress again. “Try it on! The colour would look amazing on you.”

Yaz sighed and accepted it just as Luca appeared behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist. She looked down and seemed to recognize who it was because she only closed her eyes with a smile and melted into him. “Hi.”

Eden’s jaw dropped. “Wait– “

“Hi, Eden,” Luca grinned.

She gasped. “You…?”

“Yeah,” Yaz giggled, meeting her boyfriend’s gaze with a loved-up smile.

“Well it’s a little too soon to tell me don’t you think?” Eden huffed.

Before the couple could reply, Eden only walked over and hugged them both at the same time. “I’m happy for you,” she pulled away beaming. “Didn’t see it coming,” she added, as she pretended to assess them like a science experiment, “but I approve.”

Luca rolled his eyes and leaned down to peck Yaz on the lips. “Didn’t get the coffee yet, I just couldn’t wait to see you. I’ll be right back,” he kissed her again before leaving the store.

Eden cooed but a blushing Yaz glared at her. “Oh, shut up.”

She only laughed and pushed her friend towards the fitting room. “Let’s go, Cinderella. I want to see you in that dress.”

Ten minutes later, Eden had flooded Yaz’s change room with dresses. She loved to play stylist when going out with friends and unfortunately for Yaz, she was Eden’s subject of the day.

Yaz opened the door for the fifth time that day with a scowl on her face. Eden looked at the dress and matched her expression. 

“No,” the two girls said simultaneously, then giggled. 

Yaz closed the door and Eden leaned against the wall, patiently waiting to see the next dress. A moment later, out of habit, she turned towards the full-length mirror in the stall across Yaz’s and started fixing her already tamed hair when in a flash, a man walked in behind her and closed the door, trapping them both in the room. The girl only caught a peek of his face before he grabbed her by the waist and pressed his lips to hers. She gasped, trying to shove him off and after a second too long, he detached himself from her yet kept a hand on her waist. 

“What the fuck?!” Her eyes were wide, chest heaving as she took in the man who took up so much of her space. “What are you doing?”

“I missed you,” he said, his hazel eyes roaming over her chest before leaning forward to kiss her again, but she turned her face, his lips landing on her cheek. “I’ve been waiting for you to get rid of your friend so I can come over.”

Eden felt like throwing up. She tried slapping his hand away from her waist but he wouldn’t relent. “Get off me!” 

He frowned. “No.”

“We’re not together anymore, Will! You don’t get to do this.” Eden wanted to slap herself when her voice cracked. This was the first time she’d seen him up close in months and being this close to him brought up emotions she’d been storing away for a year. Her eyes burned with tears as she recalled what he’d done to her and how she let him mistreat her for so long. He made her happy and miserable all at once. She would never let herself go down that road again.

“But, baby—”

“Don’t. Don’t call me that,” she said, angry tears welling up in her eyes. She tried to push her way around him, but he held his ground. “Move, Will.”

His eyes darkened. “You’re mine, Eden. I’ll always be around to remind you that.”

“I haven’t been yours in a long time,” she spat, somehow looking down on him despite being much shorter. “Leave me alone.”

She tried shoving his chest, but Will caught her hand and trapped it against the wall behind her. Chest to chest, he leaned down and kissed her again, ignoring her squirming body. She was stiff, unrelenting, until she did something she knew she would hate herself for. She melted into him, and kissed him back. He tasted the way she remembered and for a moment, she pretended like nothing was wrong, like they were still together and this was one of those moments when they’d sneak off in public.

But it wasn't real. No, the reality was that she was kissing a man who she swore she would never again give the time of day. She came to her senses and pulled away but Will only followed her, reattaching their lips. Her frustration got the best of her and she did the one thing she knew would get him off her. She shoved her knee into his crotch as hard as she could.

He immediately let go as he doubled over with a loud and painful groan, hands flying to his front. “You bitch!”

Eden watched him, eyes wide like saucers as she braced herself for what he might do or say in retaliation. His hulking form was still blocking the door. Then, Yaz’s voice snapped her out of her fear.

“Eden?”

She sighed in relief. “I’m in here!”

“What is going on? Are you okay?”

Will growled, still doubled over. “She’s fine!”

“No, I’m not,” she cried out, begging Will with her eyes to let her out. 

“Is that Eden?” Luca’s voice was like music to her ears. “Hey man, let her out or I’m calling security.

“Please,” she whispered but Will was already standing back up to tower over her, still wincing, and reached for the door knob. Worry was the first thing she saw in Luca’s face as Will opened the door, then recognition. 

Luca’s eyes shot daggers at him. “What were you doing with her in there?” He ground out.

With the brute finally distracted, Eden shoved her way out of the stall and Yaz immediately went up to her to ask if she was okay. 

Will rolled his eyes. “We were just having a little fun.”

Eden was beyond angry at that moment as she regarded the man who she thought loved her once upon a time. How dare he?

Luca shoved his finger in Will’s chest, causing her ex to stand taller but Luca was not intimidated. “If I ever see you around her—”

“Yeah, yeah, it’s nothing I haven’t heard before.” Will’s entitlement radiated off him as he walked out of the fitting rooms, eyes locking with Eden’s and giving her a warning look before he disappeared around the corner.

“Who is that?” Yaz asked, dumbfounded.

“A prick, that’s what he is,” Luca said, annoyance lacing his voice.

Eden sighed, and sat on a chair against the wall. “That charming guy is my ex.”

Luca scoffed. “Charming my ass.”

“Luca!”

The man sighed, successfully scolded by his girlfriend then turned to Eden to ask softly, “Are you okay?”

Eden didn’t realize her hands were shaking until Yaz grabbed her left one, giving it a supportive squeeze. “He just ambushed me.” Her dark eyes watered as she recalled the events, suddenly being hit with what exactly had just happened.”Oh, God,” she groaned, facing away from her friends to wipe away the stubborn tears. 

Yaz hugged her friend, giving her all the comfort she can. 

“Do you want to go home?” Luca’s sympathetic voice asked.

Eden turned her face up to the ceiling, blinking back her tears, and exhaled loudly. She smiled at her friends. “Yes. But you two stay here, okay? Have a cute little shopping date.” She looked at her friend clad in the light blue dress she’d previously picked out. “That dress looks beautiful on you, Yaz.”

Yaz blushed, and Luca looked at his girlfriend with nothing but love. 

“Are you sure you don’t want us to drive you?”

Eden shook her head. “I just want to be alone for a bit.”

The couple walked Eden to her car and hugged her before she drove to her building. 

***

The drive home left her in her thoughts and it only reignited the anger she felt towards Will. The quiet of her room and her running mind did nothing to subside her emotions. Having had enough, Eden marched to her dresser and slammed open her drawer, pulling out a pair of leggings and a t-shirt. 

She barely remembered the drive to the gym until she cut the engine. The lot was empty save for two cars. The stairs seemed to shine under the artificial light as she jogged down to the ladies’ room to drop off her bag. Phone, earphones, and bottle in hand, Eden was on her way to warm up on a treadmill when a sight she was not prepared for stopped her in her tracks.

Harry’s brown hair was pushed back with a few fallen strands sticking to his sweaty forehead. The sheen of sweat seemed to cover his whole body, she noticed, as her eyes landed on his bulging biceps that contracted with every EZ bar curl he did. His shirt strained against the flexing muscles, the face of sheer concentration and determination had her bring her hand to her mouth to make sure no drool had escaped, because frankly, she’d never witnessed something so erotic. She debated whether she should go up to him and say 'hi’ but decided she didn’t want to interrupt his workout.

After wiping down the treadmill, Eden walked over to the barbell area, and loaded up her weight. The first set went smoothly, and as she dropped the bar to catch her breath, she jumped at the sight of Harry’s reflection standing behind her. “Were you enjoying the view?”

He flushed. “No.”

She bit her lip, eyes fixated on his adorable dimple. “Hi, Harry.”

“Hey,” he smiled.

She looked at him expectantly and he seemed to remember where he was. He rubbed the back of his neck. “I, uh, was going to ask if I can give you some pointers.”

She felt a blush creep up her neck and he quickly clarified. “Your technique is good. I just think a little adjustment can allow you to benefit more. Deadlifts can be a little complex.”

Never one to miss out on a learning opportunity, Eden nodded. “Sure.”

He pointed at the bar. “May I?”

She stepped back, allowing him to take her place in front of the weight. She couldn’t resist dropping her gaze to his ass for a second as he bent forward to grab the bar.

“So, when you bend down, I want you to bring your hips further back. Like this.” He proceeded to execute a perfect deadlift, leaning forward with just the right precision and driving his feet into the ground as he went back up. “You’re working more your quads than your glutes when you bring you bum lower than it should be.”

Eden nodded, and Harry moved out of the way to let her practice. After watching her do a few repetitions he stepped forward. Eden was not expecting him to touch her, but when his hands landed on her hips, she felt all the blood rush to her face. She stopped at the top, barbell still in her sweaty palms, wanting to ask what he was doing. It was quite a bold move to make without asking her first, and had any other guy done that, she would have given him an earful. But it was Harry, and this was his job. 

“Keep going,” he encouraged her.

Wordlessly, Eden started bending back down and with the pressure of Harry’s hands on her hips, he guided them to make sure she was executing the move well. He led her with the next couple repetitions, until the pressure of his hands started easing up as she got the hang of the movements.

Finally, she dropped the bar a little too ungracefully. “Like that?” She breathed.

Harry gulped and reluctantly removed his hands off her body. “Yeah. You got it.”

She made eye contact with his mirror reflection. “Thank you.”

“My pleasure.” He cleared his throat, suddenly finding his Nikes very interesting. 

“I’m just…”

“Oh, um, yeah. Of course, I’ll uh–I’ll let you finish. I’ll just be over there if you need anything.”

She couldn’t help but giggle. He was being cute and bashful, a side of him she hadn’t seen in the past weeks they’d known each other. Seeing her laugh made him smile. “Have a good workout, Eden.”

She watched him walk away, lips twitching, and as he started setting up the cable machine for whatever exercise he was going to do next, he looked at her and winked when he noticed her staring. Her smile only grew.

An hour later, Eden was stretching out her sore legs on the mats, wincing every time she tested her flexibility’s limits. Her olive skin was flushed with sweat from the brutal workout she put herself through, but it seemed to do the trick because Will wasn’t even on her mind anymore. Instead, a certain green-eyed man had taken his place and she only wanted to roll her eyes at herself every time she blushed just from looking at him. At one point, he’d almost dropped a dumbbell on his feet when he caught her staring. The memory made her laugh softly to herself.

“What are you laughing at?”

She watched him drop down to sit next to her. “Nothing,” she smiled, eyes unwillingly dropping to his swollen chest.

“So why are you here? It’s the first time I see you working out so late.”

Her smile disappeared as the memory of Will flew to the front of her mind. “Just stressed out, I guess.”

“Is that so?”

She looked up at him and nodded.

“Are you still stressed?”

Eden’s eyes hadn’t left his as she thought about the question. Was she still stressed? Yes. But the workout had worked away her anger and his presence seemed to calm her. 

“I…I don’t know.”

Harry scanned her face, not liking the sight of the lines between her eyebrows or the downturn of her lips. “Are you okay?” He asked quietly.

Eden’s heart began to pound. Every emotion she’d suppressed, not only from the day, but from the previous year which consisted of her trying to get over her heartbreak, started to resurface. She was confused and panicked but tried not to show it. Instead, as she watched him–the compassionate look in his eyes, his hair pushed back with a red bandana, and the array of random tattoos that seemed to flow together–she felt like she didn’t deserve the open look on his face and the kindness that flowed out of him and his desire to make sure she was alright. She didn’t know how overwhelmed she’d truly been until all inhibitions left her body as she surged forward and connected their lips in a slow kiss.

Harry’s hand immediately flew up to cup her cheek, angling her head in order to kiss her properly, the way he’d been wanting to since the first day she’d walked into that gym. She tasted like the watermelon energy drink she’d been carrying around the past hour and he decided it was his favourite drink as she teased his lip with her tongue, wanting to deepen the kiss. He wanted to, he really did, but this wasn’t how he wanted it to happen.

He pulled back. “Stop.”

“Harry, I… I’m so sorry.” Tears lined her eyes as shame coursed through her full-force. What the hell was she thinking?

He quickly shook his head and cupped her face in his hands, looking into her eyes. “I want to, God do I want to. But I really like you,” he admitted.

She inhaled sharply. “Harry—”

“I want to do this the right way. I want to take you out, get to know you. I want to see where this could go. You and I.”

Eden’s first thought was yes. She wanted to kiss him again, to feel his lips on hers again. He made her feel on fire in the best way possible every time he touched her, she’d never felt more herself than when she was around Harry and she wanted nothing more than to tell him. But then she thought over today’s events and the horrible relationship with Will that led up to it. He was still in the picture in ways she didn’t have a choice in. She’d noticed him around a few times, wether it was a few tables down from where she studied at the library or across the hall as she left her classes. She was never too alarmed at the fact that he seemed to be everywhere but today’s events made her keep her guard up a little higher. Will’s possessive words ‘You’re mine, Eden. I’ll always be around to remind you that’ rang in her head over and over again, she didn’t know what he was capable of. How would he react if he found out that she one day belonged to someone else? That she had moved on and was giving herself to someone that wasn’t him. Eden didn’t want to think of the consequences this could have on her or on Harry.

She looked down at her hands. “I can’t.”

The look of hurt that crossed his face made Eden want to hide forever. “What do you mean you can’t?

“I mean… I’m not ready. I just can’t right now. Please, you have to understand.”

“I don’t get it. The looks you give me, the flirting… What was all that?”

Her eyes burned. Eden never meant to lead him on the way she did. In fact, she knew she wouldn’t be ready for a relationship any time soon, but out of pure selfishness, she let herself become fond of Harry. And now, not only was she denying him, but she was also denying herself any sort of potential they’d have together. She never hated Will more than she did at this moment.

“I’m sorry.”

Harry sighed and reached over and squeezed her hand in understanding. She savoured the feeling of his touch before he abruptly stood up and walked away.

***

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“My Fairy Abogado” *Part 10*

Dammit I usually like to keep my stories around 10 chapters, but the whole ice cream banter was too good and the crescendo I want is way too long to not have it’s own chapter. Also, some Barisi thrown in there for ya. LoL. 

I suppose it’ll be one more chapter and an epilogue? Maybe? 

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Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7

Part 8

Part 9

FINALE

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After stitching you up, and after a long conversation convincing the nurse that Rafael had not done the number on your body, you two were finally leaving the ER.

“Alright buddy, you promised me ice cream,” You hung on Rafael’s arm as you walked out to the awaiting SUV.

“You really wanna get ice cream without the kids?” Rafael asked as he helped you into the backseat once again.

“Uh are you kidding? I don’t have to fight with them over what flavors they want, or if it’s too expensive and they have to share, and not worrying about Chloe getting it all over herself, doing ANYTHING in public without the kids is a luxury I miss the most,” You felt guilty about rambling about your siblings, but it was awesome being able to just vent.

“Alright Alright, I get it-- having kids sucks,” Rafael laughed.

“I mean don’t get me wrong; I love my brother and sisters. I’m just not...cut out to be a mother. Not right now, anyway,” You looked around the car awkwardly, kicking yourself for bringing up kids so soon.

“Yeah, I never really saw the point in kids,” Rafael chuckled. 

“So you don’t want them, ever?” You were a bit taken aback. It shouldn’t be shocking to you really; Rafael was getting up there, and he seemed to like his things nice and tidy. He must’ve seen the look on your face because he quickly added--

“I mean….” He gulped. “I guess, with the right person…” 

“You know for a lawyer, lying is not your strong suit,” You snickered.

You finally arrived at a nearby ice cream place; Rafael helped you out and you both walked inside while your copper stood outside.

“Doesn’t he want anything?” You nodded to the man.

“He’s fine,” Rafael replied, not even looking back at him. 

“Hey guy, what’s your name?” You turned to talk to him. 

“Carisi ma’am, Sonny Carisi,” He nodded at you. 

“Sonny do you really not want any ice cream, or is Big Bad Barba being a tyrant?” 

“I could go for a scoop,” 

“See?” You smiled triumphantly. 

“He’s like a puppy baby, you feed him once he’ll just keep coming around,” He nodded at Sonny. “Trust me, I know,” He rolled his eyes. 

“You can get ice cream but you wait in the car Carisi,” He looked at him sternly.

“Copy that, counselor,” Sonny replied very seriously.

“Jesus Rafael, what is this guy your bitch or what?” You hit him softly. 

“Oh no ma’am, I wanna be a lawyer just like Mr. Barba so I spend as much time with him as I can,” He looked at Barba with puppy dog eyes. “As a mentor,” He quickly added, looking at the ground. 

“Oh um-- yeah okay, cool?” You smiled awkwardly at him, then noticed Rafael was getting very uncomfortable the more he talked.

“....Wait… feed him once...Rafael!” You whispered so Sonny wouldn’t hear you.

“ONE night, ONE time,” He rubbed the back of his neck looking around the place awkwardly.

“Mmmm...both sides, noted,” You winked. 

“Sonny go ahead,” Barba nodded to the woman at the counter.

“What can I get you?” She smiled at the three of you. 

“Two scoops of Rocky Road, please,” Sonny beamed. 

“Um I’ll have a scoop of chocolate mint,” You decided.

“A scoop of vanilla for me,” Rafael added.

“Why is that not surprising to me?” You rolled your eyes.

“What? I have simple tastes,”

“Uh huh,”  

Rafael paid and the three of you waited for your ice cream at the other end of the counter. Soon enough the woman handed out your ice creams and bid you a good day.

“Thanks Mr. Barba, I’m gonna go call Amanda and see what’s up at the station,” Sonny smiled and headed back outside with his ice cream.

“See? Now he has a new master,” Rafael chuckled. 

“Yeah I doubt that-- you’re kind of hard to top, counselor,” You nudged him.

“He didn’t have any problem,” He smirked. 

“OKAY, I think we’re good in the ghosts of sexual past portion of the evening,” You declared rather loudly as you sat in a booth near the door.

“Sorry Y/N, I didn’t know you were such a prude,” He smirked.

“I’m sorry if I don’t want to picture mi novio  being topped by a dude,” You rolled your eyes.

“Your boyfriend?” He asked in amusement.

“I mean...I did save your life, twice,” You pointed out.

“Mmmm true-- I suppose that’s girlfriend material,” Rafael nodded with a smile.

“Damn straight,” You nodded back, as you both continued to eat your ice cream in snarky matrimony. 

“So, no kids, no pets?” 

“I don’t have any currently, but I could see maybe getting a cat, or a small dog,” 

“Oh my god could you be any more of an old lady?” You giggled.

“Hey! I live in an apartment in New York City, I don’t want some huge dog cooped up in it all day!” He defended. “That’s just cruel,” 

“Fair point,” You licked your ice cream. “No kids I can live with, no pets is a deal breaker though,” 

“Really now?” He raised his eyebrow as he ate his own ice cream. “Noted,”

“So do you have any?” You nibbled on your cone.

“What?”

“Deal breakers,” You replied in a “duh” tone.

“Just one,” He replied nonchalantly.

“What’s that?” 

“If they’re not you,” He grinned.

“Oh gaaaaaaggggg,” You made gagging noises with a giggle. “Be more cheesy, please,” 

“Okay okay, one deal breaker--”

“Go on,” You were on the edge of your seat.

“Wearing socks during sex,” 

“Are you serious?” You cackled as you swallowed the rest of your cone.

“Yes! I am very serious,” Rafael nodded as he finished his cone. “Ask Carisi,” 

“Oh God,” You shook your head with a laugh as you both walked back out to the car.

“Hey uh, Mr. Barba Amanda says they might need you down at the station,” 

“Really? Now?” Rafael ask, annoyed.

“It’s what she said…” Sonny replied with a shrug.

“It’s fine, baby I need to go check on the kids anyway, they’re probably freaking out by now,” 

“Yeah alright,” He sighed sadly.

Soon enough you were pulling back up behind your back door. Rafael helped you out of the car and just held you in his arms for a moment.

“You sure you’re ok?”

“Are you kidding? The Diablo’s are gone for good, I got a boyfriend AND ice cream!” you giggled, pulling him into a kiss. 

“Boyfriend?” Beto’s voice bellowed.

“Ice cream?!” Chloe’s high voice chimed in.

You both turned suddenly to see all three kids standing at the back door slack jawed.

“Are the Diablo’s really gone?” Yaz asked, being the only one who hadn’t joined in yet.

“Yes, they are gone-- THANKS to Rafael,” You eyed Beto while Chloe took off for Rafael’s arms.

“¡Gracias, Rafael!!!” She squealed.

“De nada, princesa,” He kissed her cheek.

“...Did you really get ice cream without us?” Chloe looked at him with the saddest eyes.

“Blame your sister,” Rafael nodded at you.

“Y/N!!!!!” She yelled angrily.

“Gee thanks,” 

“You insisted!” 

“I got sh---a boo boo!!” You covered your tracks, causing your siblings to finally notice the shape you were in.

“Oh my God what happened to you?!”

“Diablo’s” You said softly.

“Because of HIM?” Beto clenched his fists.

“NO, Rafael saved me Beto,” 

“Actually, to be honest Beto” He put a shoulder on Beto’s shoulder “She saved me.” 

“We saved each other,” You laid your head on his shoulder.

“Gag,” Yaz made gagging noises behind you.

“Anyway, Rafael is leaving now BUT-- maybe if you guys do all your homework and eat all your dinner AND go to bed early, we’ll see if you can convince him to take you to get some tomorrow,”

“Really?!” Chloe exclaimed excitedly. “I’m gonna go do all of it RIGHT NOW,” She gave Rafael one more hug and ran inside.

“Chloe’s easy to buy off vato-- me, not so much,” Beto approached Rafael.

“I’d be careful Beto, he used to be a Chico Grande,” You warned with a sly smile.

“Wha-- seriously?” Beto’s eyes widened. “No way….tu suaves,” 

“Oh really, too soft? You wanna go, ese?” Rafael licked his lips, playing into Beto’s game.

“BOYS,” You stepped in between them.

“You, go do your homework,” You looked at Beto, then turned to Rafael, “And you-- stop picking on my little brother,” 

“He started it!” 

“esto no ha terminado, vato,” Beto warned, making the “I’m watching you” sign as he walked back inside with Yaz who just rolled her eyes. As soon as they were gone you turned and slapped Rafael across the chest.

“What?! What did I do?” He threw his hands up innocently. 

“You’re ridiculous, you know that?” You wrapped your arms around his neck. 

“And you love it,” He smirked.

“God help me, I do,” You shook your head as he pulled you into a deep kiss. 

“Te amo, mi angel,” He whispered as he stroked your hair. 

“Yo también te quiero, Rafa,” You stared lovingly into his beautiful green eyes. He gave you one last kiss and hopped in the front of the SUV. Sonny waved goodbye to you as they drove off and you headed inside.

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The next few weeks went by pretty uneventful. You decided to rip out the booths that had the bullet holes behind them and put in a stage, starting Karaoke Nights every Friday night. It was a great money maker to your surprise, since it had been Ash’s idea. She was a pretty good business woman, you wondered how much Rafael had rubbed off on her over the years. 

One Friday night, Ash was getting ready to host the usual Karaoke Party, when Rafael came through the front door. He was casually dressed, in his jeans and t-shirt with the leather jacket. He had learned very quickly that you much preferred him in paisano, plus he didn’t look like he had taken a wrong turn at 5th avenue. This was the first Friday he was able to make, and when he had come and seen you over the past few weeks Ash had found ways to avoid him. Tonight though, she was right up front when he walked in. 

“Ash...can we talk?” He gestured to the side.

“Go ahead, start talking,” She gestured, indicating she wasn’t going anywhere.

“Ash I’m sorry I didn’t tell you the whole story behind the money I gave you,” He put his hand out. “I should have been honest with you right up front but, you were SO young,” 

“Yeah….I get it,” She reluctantly took his hand in return. “You did get rid of the Diablo’s, I guess that gets you some points,” 

“Well I brought you something,” He pulled out a piece of paper and handed it to Ashtawnja. She took it and unfolded the paper, her eyes grew wide. 

“Really? You still want me to have this? Even after I yelled at you?” 

“Yeah, but it’s not guilt money anymore,” He nodded at the check. “Look at the ‘reason’ line,” 

“Creo en ti” She read with tears in her eyes. “Do you really? Believe in me?” 

“Si, Claro,” He smiled, pulling her into a hug. “Of course I do,”. Pulling back from the hug, Rafael felt his phone going off in his pocket. 

“Barba,” He answered, listening to the other person. He nodded as they went on, then his eyes began to brighten. “Really?! Are you sure? What time?” He looked over at Ash who just looked at him in confusion, the more excited he became the more she was confused. 

“Right right, yeah I’m on my way!” He hung up the phone and hugged Ash. 

“Whoa whoa whoa there abogado, you know I hate mushy gushy,” She pushed him off with a laugh.

“Right,” He smiled.

“So who was that?”

“Oh right--- tell Y/N I had to go, I’ll call her later I swear!!” He told her as he ran out the door, just as you were walking up. 

“Was that Rafael?” You asked.

“Yeah, he got a phone call and ran out of here, said he’d call you later,” 

“Wha--Why?” You looked out the window but Rafael was long gone. 

“I don’t know, but he was pretty happy,” She shrugged, putting her check into her pocket. 

Who had called him and why was he so happy about it??5

[ren1327]

Seeing Stars Ch. 5

“Come in, come in!” Darius yelled into a radio and growled.

“Darius, calm down.” Brooklynn said softly from her desk, glancing up from her computer.

“How?” Darius asked. “Ben and Kenji…”

He closed his eyes.

“They’ll be okay.” Yaz said. “You know they will.”

They had holed up in the main bunker, four regular sized rooms available along with a few lockers filled with food, artillery and airtight with recycled air and enough running water for a week at most. After they had been attacked, they were cornered there, the other community bunkers having been unusable since many had leaks and no air purification.

“Why didn’t we all come here?” Brooklynn asked with a sigh.

“Your parents must have never thought to use them.” Sammy said, blowing a cloud of dust off a keyboard.

“Sammy.” Brooklynn said. “How are the security monitors?”

“Half are still dark. No way to get into contact without manually resetting the system.”

“Then we reset the system.” Yaz said and went to a locker.

She opened it to see a set of large heavy flashlights, flares and…

“Hello.” She hummed and pulled out a tranquilizer gun. She found a few darts, checking the expiration on the box. “Still good.”

“You can’t just stroll down the tunnel, Yaz—”

“I’ll go with her, Sammy.” Darius said, taking the second flashlight and a walkie talkie. “I know these tunnels as good as any Roth.”

Brooklynn winked. “He does, trust me.”

Sammy got up and hugged Yaz tight, Yaz pulling away to kiss her nose.

“I’ll be back soon with the boys. Make sure the rooms are locked up tight.” She said, handing Sammy the other walkie talkie.”

“You make sure you stay away from those…those things!” Sammy said and Yaz kissed her softly on the lips, the smaller woman humming softly as Yaz pressed her forehead to hers.

“I will.”

“I’m on channel 2.” Darius told Brooklynn, who nodded.

She quickly squeezed out the door, Darius behind her as she turned, watching it shut and hearing the lock click. Yaz banged on it twice, getting three back.

“Okay. Let’s go.” She said and Darius nodded.

Darius led her quickly through the darkened halls.

“Wow.” She said. “Grayson Roth really has an…imagination.”

Darius smiled. “It’s not a hundred percent sealed, if your claustrophobic.”

“I survived gyro-balls, Dude.” She said. “But why not seal it completely?”

“Because then we’d suffocate or starve to death. Grayson had all these fail safes just in case.”

“Out of pocket?”

“Spared no expense.” Darius said and peeked around the corner. “Okay…there’s a maintenance shaft down this way.”

“How do you know so much about this place?” Yaz asked. “I mean, you practically live here yourself, I know, your brother says so.”

“Have I mentioned how annoying it is that you two became gym buddies?”

“You think you guys could keep up?” She teased.

“Ben’s a fast runner. And Cole…” He sighed.

“I’ve been meaning to ask…” She said softly. “About Cole.”

“He’s a good choice. For Kenji I mean.”

“All respect, I don’t think Kenji likes Cajun food.” Yaz said.

“And that means?” Darius asked as he pushed the door open for her and closed it behind them.

“It means, you want cute southern sweetie to court you instead.” Yaz said.

“I-I…” Darius blushed. “I…Kenji would be a better match.”

“Darius.” Yaz put a hand on his shoulder. “You and I know Kenji and Cole don’t want each other like that.”

“…I came back here to protect what was left of the dinosaurs…” Darius said. “I wanted to make a difference. But then, the Roths came, and Kenji’s dad and the island was, is…perfect. And then I met Cole and…I’m a beta, Yaz. And on top of that…I think I might be asexual.”

Yaz hugged her friend as he teared up, rubbing his back. “That doesn’t matter—”

“Alphas want pups! Alphas have ruts!” Darius said. “I’m too…too wrong—”

“Don’t you dare say that!” Yaz said, holding a finger to his chin. “You survived the island like we did, you helped us stay safe and showed how great a leader you are. I’m gonna say it, Darius. What we and your family have been saying forever.”

“No. Please—”

“Your Dad would be so proud of who you are. And I know, I know for a fact! You can do anything, I mean anything you set your heart on.” She said.

“I…”

“Besides. I’m pretty sure everyone knows Kenji and Ben are like…a thing.” Yaz said and Darius laughed.

“Yeah.” He said with a smile.

“Now—” She paused and looked up. “Whoa.”

Darius looked up himself to see a huge control panel.

“Just like a fuse box.” He said. “Just switch off and on and press the buttons.”

Yaz nodded and looked around the room, noticing another door that seemed to be sealed with a pin pad.

“What is this?” She asked. “Hey Darius?”

“Mmhm?” He asked as he started to carefully go down the board.

“When’s Cole and Brooklynn’s birthday?”

“June first and March eighth.” He called.

Yaz put the dates in the four pin lock and huffed when it beeped at her. She then put in Cole’s and Brooklynn’s birth years. Two more angry beeps after each told her she was wrong.

“How long have Grayson and Jasper been married?”

“Uh…Twenty seven years as if August.”

Yaz typed in 1994 and gasped as the door slid open halfway as the very mountain seemed to shutter and silence.

“Darius?”

“Hold on a sec.” He said.

There was a soft hum and they heard the walkie crackle.

“Yaz?” Sammy called. “Darius?”

“Hey, yeah.” Darius said from the dark. “You guys, okay?”

“Yeah, looks like all the monitors are booting back up and…yes! We have visual—”

“Sammy?” Yaz asked.

“Get out of there!” Brooklynn yelled as the lights came on, many little bodies screeching as the light reflected off their bulbous eyes.

“Darius!” Yaz yelled. “Get inside!”

Darius dove into the doorway as Yaz back up, swinging the tranq gun up as a troodon leapt at them, the door shutting behind it.

“Get behind me!” Yaz yelled and knocked a dart in the gun.

The troodon snarled and crouched, Darius ducking behind Yaz and grabbing a random blunt object.

Yaz shot at it and it flopped down.

“I don’t think it could see us.” Darius said as the creature huffed and laid still.

“Oh thank goodness.” She said and Darius grabbed a roll of electrical tape from the desk of…

“Simon Masrani?” He asked, looking at the name plate in his hand.

“What?” Yaz asked and Darius shoot his head.

“Uh, never mind.” He said and taped the dinosaur’s mouth shut, wrapping it’s eyes with a bandana he had wrapped around his arm.

“Get me that first aid kit?” He asked.

Yaz grabbed a kit from the wall and Darius used gauze, bandages and medical tape to wrap it’s claws up, then tie it’s legs together and arms to its body, Darius using more electric tape over the bandages.

“Smart.”

“Had to do this with some baby velociraptors.” He said, then looked back at the desk, noticing the computer booting up.

“What is this doing locked up?” he asked.

Yaz clicked the space bar and they saw the video system was still on.

“There’s two files.” Yaz said and clicked on one.

Simon Masrani looked at the camera, as if directly at them, his warm face smiling.

“Grayson. My friend. My brother. I must tell you that things…they are not good. I have just been informed that Brom’s widow is pregnant. She was a good wife to him, a good friend to us both. If not for her blessing, Brom and I would not have…We would not have had the time we had together. She allowed the man she married to be with the man he loved, and she did so out of love.”

“Whoa.” Yaz said.

“I loved Brom. In his last few years, I loved with all my heart and it is only just that his child be my rightful heir. That child ties you to me as well.” He looked at his hands. “Four families tied by a single baby.”

He chuckled and looked up at the camera.

“I don’t care if they are an alpha like I am, a beta like their mother or an omega like thier father.” He said. “I want you to make sure when their mother reveals the truth, that they are the one who holds power. I’m counting on you, my friend.”

The video ended and Yaz blinked.

“So…Masrani was having an affair with a married man?”

“A married omega man, who’s wife blessed the union of Masrani and her husband.” Darius supplied.

Yaz clicked on the second video and Masrani looked frantic, he was older, like…

“This looks like the day he died.” Darius said.

“My friend.” He said. “Today, a disaster has fallen over my park and I fear I could lose my life. I need you to make sure my son is taken care of. Make sure his mother is the only one to gain my fortune and do not tell him of his parentage. I was suppose to meet him today!”

He clutched his hair.

“I was going to…Please keep this video close. Show him this."

He looked at the camera, smiling.

“Son...My—”

*

Yaz sat on the desk.

“This changes everything.” She mumbled.

“I know.” Darius said.

“I don’t think he knows.”

“His mom was suppose to tell him.”

“But!” She huffed and paced. “We need to get back to everyone.”

She found a flash drive and saved the videos to them.

“Okay. Just in case. Ready?”

“For what?”

“To run, Darius. I’m getting to my future wife and showing Kenji this.”

Darius nodded and grabbed the walkie form his belt.

“Come in.” He said.

“Darius, what have you been doing?” Brooklynn asked.

“Get ready.” Darius said. “And turn the lights all the way up in the tunnels.”

“Okay.” There was a pause. “You’re clear. Go, go, go!”

Darius slammed the door open and he and Yaz ran.

Yaz ran behind Darius, watching him pound on the door.

The door opened and Darius fell in, Yaz running behind him as Ben shut the door.

“Ben?!” She yelled and hugged him.

“We just got here.” He said with a smile. “I’m so glad you’re okay.”

She looked to see Kenji on a sofa, sweating and panting.

“Kenji?”

“He was bitten.” Sammy said, wiping his head with a cool wet rag.

Ben walked over to him. “I was able to treat him using some tranquilizers and some antibiotics.”

“How did you know to do that?” Yaz asked.

“Ever hear of a Laura Sorkin?” Ben asked.

“Ooh, yeah.” Darius said. “Crazy scientist.”

Yaz took a breath and looked at the security monitors, noticing most were still under water.

“Okay, guys.” She said, placing the tranq gun down. “What now?”

[capybaraonabicycle]

A Family Wedding - Part 4

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

Rating: Teen

Summary: Jenny meets her mums’ friends and the wedding is drawing to an end

Warnings: Some innuendo and the dagger makes another appearance, also consummation of alcohol

Words: ~3000

AO3

Eventually, they made their way back to the party. The Doctor wanted to introduce her daughter to some of her friends and the Ponds had agreed that her and River couldn’t completely ignore their duty as hosts. Thus, Jenny spent the rest of the very long night talking to an endless number of people who were important to her mum in one way or another.

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Bill and Heather immediately decided they were basically cousins and had to get together for space trips some time. Bill wrote her number onto a napkin and made Jenny promise she would get a phone so they could stay in contact. She also talked a lot about the eyebrows-version of her mum, saying it was a shame Jenny missed him. But at least now she got two badass mums and according to Bill, that was pretty perfect when it came to parents.

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Missy, her mum’s best woman, casually mentioned she should abduct Jenny, as it would be the perfect leverage over her mum. This remark made Amy threaten her with the cake knife while Rory protectively put his arms around Jenny. Missy made a point of ignoring Jenny’s grandparents, promising Jenny would meet one of her regenerations again soon.

“Your mum is obsessed with me, Honeybunch” she said, trailing her nails over the blade of Amy’s knife thoughtfully, “I’m sure she will come running again with you in tow to foil my next brilliant plan. She can’t let me be on my own for a second. It’s quite embarrassing, really.”

She gave a little dramatic sigh at this, pushing the knife away to move past Jenny. “She just loves me so much.”

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Kate Lethbridge-Stewart and Petronella Osgood were luckily part of an earlier version of UNIT than the one, Jenny had enraged. They were fascinated by her and she had to describe in great detail how the machine worked that had birthed her.

“Now, Kate” the Doctor warned her when she walked by and overheard, “Don’t you dare try building that device. I will come and destroy it, I promise you.”

Prompted by Jenny’s heartbroken gaze she explained why she was against the machine, recounting how it had been used to produce soldiers, dispensable to die in a day.

“Maybe I should build one then, the next time you are not traceable, Doctor” Kate joked to the Doctor’s affront, “Just so you’ll come running.”

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Clara tried teaching Jenny the names of her Gallifreyan relatives. Apparently, she had met some of the Doctor’s family when she had been something she called an ‘echo’. It was quite confusing, really, because the Doctor kept contradicting her and neither of them were really sure how many siblings, nieces and nephews Jenny had in total. It was still great fun to see them argue whether the people they remembered actually existed and how they were related to her.

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Captain Jack Harkness got as far as introducing himself to Jenny, when the Doctor already shot in between them.

“Back off my daughter, Jack” she growled, pressing both her palms into his chest to physically keep him from touching Jenny.

“Your daughter?” Jack asked, his eyebrows wandering up to his hairline.

“My daughter, Jenny” her mum presented proudly, just to return to her strict voice the next second, “And you are not to flirt with her.”

“I was just saying ‘hello’!” Jack complained which made her almost strangle him.

“Ianto Jones” the man next to Jack presented himself to Jenny very softly, considering the wrestling couple with quiet confusion and some distress, “His boyfriend.”

“Ah” Jenny said, grimacing, “So sorry for this.”

That made Ianto smile.

“Right back at you” he murmured.

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Martha and Mickey found Jenny, when she was sharing a piece of wedding cake with River, expressing their relief that Jenny seemed welcome in the family. They talked about Donna for a while and Jenny learned that their friend had lost her memories after saving the Earth from Daleks.

Her mum recounted how when the Doctor first met her, Donna had been there, too. They exchanged a few stories about her, unanimously deciding they would have loved to know her better. Martha and Mickey said they sometimes checked up on her.

"Only from afar, though" Martha sighed. "She can't see us or else her memories might get triggered."

She and Mickey then told Jenny about their job, how they were freelancers now, hunting hostile aliens.

"Sounds fun" River commented and Jenny had to agree.

"You could join us some time" Martha offered, "Both of you."

"Really?" Jenny asked delightedly, grabbing River's arm in excitement.

"Of course" Mickey grinned, "It always pays to have some backup."

They added their phone number to Bill’s on the napkin and promised to let Jenny know the next time they had an interesting assignment.

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“How is everyone immediately adopting me?” Jenny asked Yaz, Ryan and Graham, when they had proclaimed her part of the ‘fam’ as soon as they heard she was the Doctor’s daughter.

She had already gotten the invite to travel with Bill and Heather, Clara and Me and to live with her grandparents, Martha and Mickey, Jack and Ianto, Sarah Jane Smith and even the Paternoster Gang, although she had tried to avoid them after the pudding incident.

"The Doctor is family" Ryan shrugged. "Which means you're family, too."

The other two nodded in agreement.

“And we all know you can use the support with her being your mother” Ryan continued with a low chuckle, and Jenny stared at him with wide eyes.

“It’s nothing bad” he hurried to appease, “The Doctor’s great, she’s just…”

“The Doctor” Graham finished, and Ryan nodded as if all was said now.

“She’s a little chaotic” Yaz tried to explain.

Graham snorted, “Yeah, right, a little.”

“And irresponsible” Yaz added, “And most of the time you can’t understand a thing of what she’s doing or saying. And the things she does…they tend to go wrong.”

“But she’s wonderful” Ryan said and the other two nodded again.

“‘Brilliant’” Graham said with a low chuckle.

“She’s the best person I know” Yaz ended with a smile and Jenny found herself returning it.

“And you’ll have River and me travelling with you” Yaz concluded, gently nudging her with her elbow, “We’ll take care of you and among the three of us, we’ll also manage to take care of her.”

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Jenny was just talking to a head in a box and a nice couple owning an antiquarian bookstore, when her mums approached her. They were exchanging conspirative glances and the Doctor was hiding her hands behind her back, so Jenny immediately decided whatever they were up to was more interesting than the blonde guy’s obsession with easter eggs. She excused herself and made her way over to her mums.

“River said you might still feel insecure about whether the TARDIS is your home” the Doctor said without greeting, “So, I got you a gift.”

She revealed a tiny package from behind her back with great flourish. It wasn’t much bigger than her thumb, obviously wrapped in leftovers from her own wedding gifts. Without knowing what was inside, Jenny decided it couldn’t have been more perfect.

“Thank you” she beamed and hurried to open her present.

Unfortunately, that was almost impossible for the amount of tape her mum had used. Now that she paid attention to it, it became apparent the Doctor had fought quite the fight against the tape - strips of it were also sticking to her suit jacket and her forearms. One even made its way into River’s hair and Jenny dreaded the moment she would find out about it. Luckily, she missed it when she wordlessly reached into her hairdo upon seeing Jenny struggling. She pulled out the mini dagger again, handing it over to her. With its help, the tape and wrapping paper soon were torn, and a silver key fell into Jenny’s hand.

“It’s for the TARDIS” the Doctor explained. “Now you can come and go whenever you like and stay as long as you like.”

“And once I’ve shown you how to fly her you can also use it to take the TARDIS out on your own whenever you like” River supplemented, and the Doctor glared at her.

“Don’t you dare encourage Jenny to steal my TARDIS!” she grumbled, “It’s bad enough when you do it.”

Then she turned and beamed at Jenny again. “But yeah, pretty much: Welcome to the TARDIS!”

Jenny felt herself tear up a little, clutching the key tightly. It was real! She had a family and a home and she was welcome.

She pulled both her mums into a hug, smiling when they embraced her tightly.

“Thank you so much” she murmured.

Suddenly, an aggressive flash blinded her.

“Oops, sorry” Bill said, lowering a vintage looking camera from her face. “It wasn’t supposed to do that.”

She fumbled with the flash a little bit until Heather took over and switched it off. When Bill raised her gaze again and noticed the whole family was still staring at her, she blushed.

“Don’t mind me”, she said. “I’m just repaying a favour. Have been taking pictures all night. You will want something to remember this day by, Doctor. And yeah, I recalled what you did for me with my mum and thought…I should do that for you, too.”

She smiled sheepishly and the Doctor looked like she was about to melt.

“That is a lovely idea, Bill” River found, pulling Jenny and the Doctor close again to pose for another shot, “You know what? We should get my parents and do a proper family photo!”

“Did I hear family photo?” Jack said, miraculously turning up behind Bill with Ianto in tow. “Can’t do that without uncle Jack!”

“Oh, they most definitely can” Missy chuckled, appearing next to him. “This is not about you, puppy. It’s just for real family members. Like me.”

She pushed past him, positioning herself next to the Doctor and facing the camera with a thin but content smile. “I’m ready when you are, Loves.”

“Uh, yeah, that’s not happening” Jack decided, joining River’s side and slinging his arm around her waist, pulling Ianto with him into the frame.

While Bill shot the photo, Jenny could see more guests taking notice, some approaching them fairly quickly.

“Seems like everybody wants to have their picture taken with you” River whispered to her and Jenny chuckled.

“I am 100% certain it’s about you and mum” she answered although she couldn’t deny she felt important in the middle of the frame that more and more people crowded into.

“You should be in the picture, Bill” the Doctor called out when Sarah Jane was ushering a couple of teenagers and a metal dog to sit down in front of them. “If anyone’s family, it’s you! Just give the camera to Nardole.”

“Yeah, thank you, Ma’am” Nardole frowned. “Always a pleasure to know how much you appreciate me.”

He still took the camera from Bill and she and Heather hurried to the space the Doctor and Jenny cleared between them. It was a little tight now as Missy refused to budge but Jenny just threw one arm around River and the other around Bill and smiled for the photo Nardole shot of them.

It took a while until everybody who wanted to be in the photo had found their place and someone had tracked down a waitress to take the picture. In the meantime, a lot of quirky photos were shot by and of various combinations of the Doctor’s friends. Later they would be glued to the walls of the TARDIS hallways and Jenny would come back to them often to trail the faces of her mums’ loved ones and remember the night.

There would be a picture of Mickey and Martha kissing with Amy photobombing behind them, a picture of Wilf and Rory having exchanged their suit jackets and beaming like idiots and a picture of Jenny, Bill, Heather, Nardole, Yaz and Ryan in a group hug that Graham took as a very blurry selfie. There would be a picture of when Jack had decided to hoist Jenny onto his shoulders and another one of when Clara, Ryan and Yaz had followed suit, respectively carrying the Doctor, Graham and Bill on their backs with varying degrees of success.

Then there would be a picture of Jenny with her namesake which had made them giggle way too much, and another picture that the other Jenny had taken of her with Vastra and Strax, because ‘no-one would see the difference’. Which was an even sillier joke but made Jenny understand how much she liked the Paternoster gang after all. Especially because Vastra and Jenny had promised her fencing lessons between the shots.

There would be a picture of her mums kissing both of Missy’s cheeks simultaneously while Missy wore a decidedly unimpressed expression, a picture of Kate, Osgood, Martha and the Doctor trying to evoke an air of semi-professionalism as ‘UNIT-representatives’ that was completely ruined by the mess of people goofing around behind them and finally the Pond family picture River had asked for. They had to take three versions: one featuring Missy, one Jack and one on which both had begrudgingly left them alone.

But Jenny’s favourite photo would always be the one they took in the end, before everybody dispersed and went on to enjoy the party. The big group photo, with her mums in the focus and everyone surrounding them. The photo they took while she was standing right beside them, between her grandparents, Rory’s arm around her shoulder and Amy’s hand in hers and the happiest smiles possible on all their faces.

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Then it was finally time to leave. Almost all the guests had gone and Clara and Ashildr were collecting the last of them in their diner-shaped TARDIS. All that was left now were Jenny, her parents and her grandparents.

“We’re taking…the kid…with us” Amy said. She was slurring and Jenny presumed she had found another bottle of vodka.

“No, why?” the Doctor complained, clutching at Jenny’s arm. She seemed a little drunk as well, although Jenny couldn’t fathom how. There had been next to no alcohol in the pink drinks. “I’ve let you have her the whole evening already.”

“Jenny will come visit us soon” Rory tried to reassure Amy. His ductus was considerably clearer than hers, but he was swaying a little as well. “She has promised, remember?”

Jenny’s hearts swell a little when she understood Amy must have recounted their discussion on the balcony to him. They’d been talking about her!

“We’re still -taking her” Amy decided, “Or do I needo…- do I need to remind you …what happened in our wedding night?”

“I did” River supplemented smirking. Rory went very pale while Jenny shrieked, hiding her face in River’s shoulder.

Her mum chuckled, pressing a kiss to the top of her head.

“Go with your grandparents, Love” she advised, pulling her into a hug and kissing her cheek, when Jenny looked up at her, “Have a splendid night at their place and we’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Thanks, mum” she grinned, returning the kiss to the cheek. Then she turned around to the Doctor.

“We’ll come pick you up first thing in the morning” her mum said, holding her tightly, “I promise.”

“I know” Jenny murmured, amazed by how sure she was of that now, “Have a good night, mum.”

“Oh, she will” River said. The Doctror spluttered and Jenny tensed.

“Mu-um!” she complained, giving her a stern glance. Still, she couldn’t help smiling, when she added: “I hate you!”

River threw her head back laughing.

“No, you don’t” she said.

“We’ll be there tomorrow” the Doctor repeated when she let Jenny go.

“For once…-I am hoping, sh-she will be a month late” Amy murmured, pressing Jenny to her side and thus swaying her lightly.

“How about breakfast at the Ponds together? As a compromise?” the Doctor offered, and Jenny nodded quickly.

“That sounds perfect” she said, and her mum beamed at her.

“Breakfast it is, then” she decided, “Don’t you lot worry, I can bring the custard creams.”

“Yeah, give us till noon, though, Doctor” Rory mumbled, “I’ll need a lot of sleep now.”

“We’re not goingdo - going to sleep” Amy complained, “We’ll have an afda-afterparty. Movies,… facemasks, goss-gosspip.”

She pulled a face at her own slurring which made Jenny chuckle.

“Yeah, you don’t really b-believe that either” Rory commented, gently taking her arm and steering her towards Clara’s TARDIS. He stopped himself to yawn loudly and reach for Jenny’s hand. “Let’s get all of us to bed.”

They waved goodbye and then Jenny took Rory’s hand and followed her grandparents to the diner. Before they passed the TARDIS, she turned around one last time, seeing her mums standing in the ever-setting sun on Darillium. They were facing each other, River’s hand cupping the Doctor’s cheek, the Doctor’s hands on her shoulders and talking in quiet voices. They seemed perfectly comfortable with each other, exhausted, but happy, like they had finally arrived home after a very long journey.

‘We all have’ Jenny thought, when they started slowly kissing and she turned around to her grandparents again, ‘We’ve all come home now.’

Hey :) Thank you so much for reading this series! This is the end, at least of the wedding and of the story, but I’m sure Jenny is about to have many adventures with her mums. Thank you so much to everyone who has left comments, you are all incredibly kind! <3

And thank you so much @elsaistherelifeonmars​ for letting me play with your story! <3

This fic is inspired by ‘The Wedding of River Song’. Go, check it out, if you haven’t already :)

[riversofmars]

December 1st

December 2nd

December 3rd

December 4th

December 5th

“How did you lot get involved in this?“ Eyebrows asked seizing them up. He couldn’t help but notice the interesting choice of clothes on the blonde, he quite liked the look of that coat.

“We just wanted to help.“ The Doctor replied with a shrug, trying her best to appear unassuming.

“She was running away from something.“ Yaz added in support of her.

“Were you?“ Bowtie looked to his wife for confirmation.

“Yes, well, I may have gotten into a little altercation with an elf.“ River ran her hand through her hair a little embarrassed.

“An elf?“ Rory asked bewildered.

“Yes. I was only asking for help…“ River huffed.

“River, what did you say?“ Amy demanded to know, placing her hands on her hips.

“That I was looking for a white haired scotsman and somehow the elf thought I was looking for Santa and got rather affronted insisting Santa was not Scottish.“ River replied with a shrug, not really seeing the problem. Bill tried her best not to burst out laughing which earned her a stern look from Eyebrows while River carried on: “So I tried to explain that it wasn't Santa I was looking for but that you know each other and maybe, you were catching up, and that I was your wife… well, and that lead to a big misunderstanding about Mrs. Claus, so…“ She flapped her arms. It really hadn't been her fault. 

“River.“ Eyebrows groaned despairing at his wife’s apparent disregard for tact and self-control while Bowtie couldn’t help a little chuckle at his future self being compared to Santa Claus. 

“So you were never in any danger.“ The Doctor piped up, to make sure she could tick that off her list.

“I was only trying to avoid the confrontation and not get in trouble.“ River explained a little amused as they had actually thought her in trouble. 

“Right…“ Amy accepted that, it sounded exactly like something River would do. 

“I think that’s our cue to go, you clearly have a lot of things going on and we’re literally just here for the festive cheer, so…“ The Doctor gave a little wave excusing themselves. “Merry Christmas.“

“Merry Christmas.“ The group chanted and the Doctor gestured for the Fam to get a move on before her past selves changed their minds. She could feel both their sets of eyes on her, probably itching to stop them but not finding a reason to.

“Do you think yellow braces would suit me?“ Bowtie asked Amy who sighed and told him to focus. “Right, anyway… This still doesn’t explain how we all ended up here at the same time. What made you come here?“ Bowtie asked facing River. 

“I know you like to come here around Christmas time, I thought it would be my best chance of getting a hold of you and look at that, two for one.“ River retorted with a smirk. 

As the group carried on discussing the weird coincidence of ending up at the same place in time, the Doctor and the Fam casually walked away, trying not to draw anymore attention to themselves. 

“There must be something else going on… we have to investigate, there is no way all three of us turn up at the same place, at the same time…“ The Doctor mused as they headed for the exit. 

“Why don’t you just tell them who you are? You can all figure it out together.“ Ryan asked looking back to the group. 

“No. No. I don’t think that’s a good idea no.“ The Doctor shook her head.

“Why not?“ Yaz stepped in her way, stopping her. She could sense there was a lot more to it. 

“Because…“ The Doctor flapped her arms in annoyance. “It’s just gonna get complicated.“

“Well, they seem to be doing fine, catching up…“ Graham pointed out, glancing over, there seemed to be a lot of hugging going on now.

“They’ll forget anyway, that’s what happens when timelines cross, memory gets blurry.“ The Doctor huffed, refusing to look back. 

“Then what’s the harm?“ Yaz didn’t understand her hesitation. If all the Doctors were going to forget about this anyway, what was the problem?

“I just… I just don’t want to, okay?“ The Doctor almost snapped. 

“What happened?“ Graham asked, coming to stand next to Yaz in front of the Doctor now and so did Ryan. They wouldn’t let her pass without an explanation.  

“I’m… I’m so much older than they are, so much… happened, since then. How do I… Amy and Rory, and Bill… River… how do I…“ The Doctor couldn’t articulate herself properly, she couldn’t even meet their eyes. She focused on a spot on the floor in front of her, hoping they wouldn’t see the depth of her pain in her eyes. “They’re all dead, they’re all going to die, I…“

“But they’re not now, are they.“ Ryan couldn’t help but point out. “Wouldn’t it be nice to at least talk to them?“ 

The Doctor looked around, back to the group. Eyebrows was smiling fondly at Amy and Rory, keeping his emotions at bay. He was enjoying this gifted moment, after he had thought he would never see them again, not giving it away to his younger self or them what was going to happen. 

“I don’t think I can…“ The Doctor looked away and shook her head to herself. “Also, there is something else going on here, that we need to figure out.“ She straightened herself up, gathering herself. “Like I always say, never…“

“Never ignore coincidence.“ Bowtie’s voice carried over to them. 

“Unless you’re busy, in that case, always ignore coincidence.“ Eyebrows added. “And I think the more pressing question is how you are here.“ He pointed to his wife. 

“Why wouldn’t she be?“ Amy asked looking at the two Doctors who exchanged concerned glances. 

“Yes, how are you here?“ The Doctor mumbled more to herself than anything else. How had River cheated death? It wasn’t like either of the Doctors over there would be able to answer that question as she couldn’t herself, it was something that had yet to happen, even for her. The Doctor couldn’t overthink it now. It would happen when it was meant to. She allowed herself one moment of heartfelt joy for knowing it would, eventually. River would live and she would come here. And maybe, once she had figured out what was going on with this place, she would allow herself that heartfelt reunion that ever cell of her body craved. But right now, there was an overshadowing feeling of dread and uneasiness. She would see it in the faces of her former selves as well. Something was going on. “Let’s go and investigate.“ 

Suddenly, there was a loud crashing noise, glass breaking.

“Donna!“ Yet another Scottish voice exclaimed in shock.

“What?! I jumped okay? Which is a perfectly normal reaction when you see a ghost!“ A shrill female voice called back. 

The commotion made everyone jump, River turned to find herself face to face with Donna and the Doctor she had met at the Library so long ago. They looked at her as if they were seeing a ghost.

[whiro-sh]

I don't want to keep going if it's not with you~

So basically I had this idea for a one shot and I thought, why not share it? I don't know if you'll like it but I had fun imagining and writing it so here you go !

Tw self-harm/ suicidal thoughts

>angst with a happy ending

Summary: The Doctor finally come back to Sheffield after escaping the Judoon prison. It has been six hard months for Yaz, will the Doctor be too late to save her favorite companion ?

(angst with a happy ending, cause I'm a sucker for a happy ending)

It had been six months, six months that the Doctor sent them back to earth. Forced to go back for their own safety. Yaz knew that, Graham and Ryan told her enough. She knew the Doctor just wanted to protect them. The boys had understood it and accepted it and if at first it was hard to go back to normal life, after a month or so they seemed to be okay. They were still missing their amazing alien friend of course but they had moved on. Graham had started seeing other friends more often and Ryan started dating Sonya.

The only one who hadn't moved on - who didn't want to - was Yaz. She had tried at first, truly tried. She went out with some friends, got a promotion at work and even tried having a date with someone but it didn't work out. Truth was Yaz was not accepting this situation, she couldn't forget the Doctor and the life she had with her, she couldn't imagine that the Doctor really died that day on Gallifrey. She had constantly this hope of hearing the engines' noise of her favorite spaceship, of seeing a blue box parked in front of her flat. She dreamt countless time of the Doctor coming back and each time waking up was awfully painful. The harsh reality was painful.

As weeks passed she slept less and less at night, not wanting to see the familiar face of the blond in her dreams. She focused on her job to forget how she hated being stuck on earth, not knowing if the Doctor was still out there or not. Her family did see at first that Yaz wasn't well but soon she learnt to hide the bags under her eyes and the trace of a night spent crying silently under her makeup . She began to live in a lie, putting a great amount of effort to hide how broken she was.

One night worst than the others, she cut herself on her right wrist to ease her pain. She hadn't done that since highschool but right here and right now she felt relief in the pain. So she did it again and again, taking care to hide it well too. Yaz knew she couldn't keep up like that, she needed help but who could understand her ? They would force her to stop if they found out. Yaz didn't want to stop, this was the only thing helping her to cope.

Graham was in his room when he heard the familiar sound of the TARDIS in his living room. It had been so long that he first thought that he dreamt it but when he saw the blond coming out of the blue box he realised all this was real. The Doctor was there, smiling shyly at him. She looked skinnier than the last time he'd seen her, her hair had grown too. She seemed fine though a bit tired.

'Hey' said the woman timidly

For only response she received a hug from the old man.

'I thought we'd never see ya again doc !'

She froze for a moment she'd forgot what it was to feel someone against you. It was soothing, reassuring.

'Are you okay ?? What happened !'

'Long story but I'm fine had a little nap of 2 or 3 days in the TARDIS and a good meal.' her smile grew wider as she felt more comfortable. 'Where are the others ? How much time as it been ? I hope they are okay, how is Yaz ?'

Graham smiled at all those questions, he'd really missed this crazy woman.

'Six months only' he said but could see the worries on the Doctor's face. 'Ryan is fine, Yaz is... Coping in her own way, I haven't heard a lot from her recently'

The Doctor could remember like it was yesterday the girl's face when she left her. It had broken her hearts but she had to leave, she had to save her fam even if that meant dying for it.

The sound of a door opening interrupted the duo.

'Grandad we have to go, Sonya just-' he stopped abruptly when he saw the Doctor. 'Oh my god, no way !'

'Hi Ryan' said the Doctor amused by Ryan's surprise. The boy instantly gave the woman a big hug just as did Graham a few minutes before.

'I'm so happy your alive doctor !'

'Glad to see you too.' she answer truly happy. 'Yaz isn't with ya ? I missed her, I'd love to see her'

Ryan's smile disappeared as he suddenly remembered why he was here.

'Sonya just called me, Yaz is in the hospital...'

'What ? What happened son ?!'

'Apparently she collapsed while on duty and was very pale so they decided to call an ambulance.'

A few minutes later all three of them where in the hall of the hospital. Nadja was there too, she'd just finished her conversation with a doctor.

'Nadja !' called Graham.

The woman turn to them and was very surprised to discover the Doctor by the boys' side. She wanted to ask her where she was during all those months but right now she was more preoccupied by what she had learnt from her daughter's doctor.

'Is she okay ?' asked Ryan.

'They said she collapsed because she was weak and tired, I knew she wasn't sleeping well but I never imagined it was so serious...'

'She going to be okay...' tried to reassure Graham

'That's not... That's not all. She also has marks on her wrists and thighs. How could I not see them ? He said judging from the cuts that she had been doing that to herself for a few weeks now.'

The Doctor felt a rush of culpability and sadness, Yaz's state was her fault and she knew it. She had hoped the girl would move on from her, build her life but it appeared to be quite the contrary. Yaz's was drowning, what would have happened if she didn't come back ?

'We saw nothing either Nadja but we're gonna help her now, everything will be alright' said Graham.

'Can we see her ?' ask the Doctor, she felt the urge to see the brunette with her own eyes and be with her.

'She's sleeping, the doctor said we can visit her tomorrow.'

The Doctor wanted to insist but knew it was useless, she would have to wait and she hated that. Her brilliant, amazing Yaz in such a poor shape because of her. The blond hated herself for not escaping sooner. Yaz kept her alive and gave her a motivation to get out when she was in the judoon prison, now she needed to save and protect her.

The boys went home for the night, the Doctor parked her TARDIS in a street nearby the hospital ready in the morning to run back and find the girl she had dreamt of for months. It was around 1 am when she received a call from Nadja.

'Doctor I need your help ! It's Yaz, she ran away from the hospital, no one knows where she is !'

The Doctor didn't wait a second, she ran a scan of the area for trace of artron energy. Yes it had been six months since Yaz had travelled in a time machine but she should still have some trace left on her. Indeed she found out that the girl was only a few box away from the TARDIS position. The blond stormed out of her ship and ran as fast as she could.

She finally saw the brunette, she was in the middle of an empty street only wearing her hospital gown. She seemed lost and scared like a little girl, looking frantically around her like something was chasing her.

'Go on kill me you stupid machines !' she yelled.

The Doctor wasn't sure who the girl meant by machines but decide to slowly come closer, hands up to show she wasn't a threat.

'Yaz.' the girl froze

'No... No it can't be... It can't be you !' the brunette wasn't trusting her own eyes. If the Doctor was her it must meant that she was dreaming. The blond took a new step toward her.

'Hey Yaz, it's okay I promise..'

Yaz took a step back.

'No ! You said that the last time, but you disappeared, you left me like you always do ! I wake up and you're not here' she said now sobbing.

This broke the Doctor's hearts.

'Oh Yaz, my beautiful Yasmin Khan, what did I do to you.'

'The Cybermen I heard them, they are coming.'

'What do you mean ? Is that why you ran from the hospital ?' the Doctor asked taking her sonic to scan the area. No trace of any alien species. No Cybermen. 'Yaz it's okay, what you heard must of been some machines in other rooms next to yours. You're safe I swear.'

'How are you really here... You're DEAD ! You're-You're...' she cried harder falling on knees. She was exhausted, body trembling in this cold night.

The blond came closer and fell next to Yaz and she noticed the bandages around the girl's wrists. She was so angry at herself for letting that happen. She pulled Yaz in a tight hug.

'I'm so sorry Yaz, so sorry. I'm real I promise. I'll be here tomorrow when you'll wake up, I want to be by your side and never leave you again.'

This felt real thought Yaz, she wanted to believe this was real. Tomorrow she'd be sad again but for now she just enjoyed the warm embrace.

The Doctor took out her coat and put it on Yaz shoulders, she also noticed the girl was barefoot and decided to scoop her in her arms.

'It's okay now...' whispered the Doctor.

'I miss you so much... I love you Doctor.' the brunette whispered back before falling unconscious.

Yaz woke up the next morning in her hospital room. The first thing she felt was sadness as she opened her eyes to see the bedside empty. That's why she didn't like to sleep but before her thoughts could go farther she heard a familiar voice.

'Hey you...'

The brunette turn her head and saw the Doctor.

'So it was real...' she said softly, genuinely smiling for the first time in months.

'Pretty much yeah...'

'You've come back, you're here.' the girl stroke the Doctor cheek gently like to make sure the woman wasn't an illusion.

'I'm here Yaz and I love you too.' said the Doctor gently but serious.

Yaz's smile grew wider and she did what she didn't that day in the TARDIS just before the blond left her and the other humans. Yaz leaned forward and kissed the Doctor.

They didn't hear Graham, Nadja and Ryan enter the room.

'Seems like things should alright for those two now' said Graham glad and relieved.

The End

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                                                  sensory prompts.                                                    inbox is open.                         50. the empty space that can’t be breached between you in bed.

so - i made this incredibly angsty af and i don’t know why. heavy trigger warnings apply for this prompt. (mentions of abuse, domestic) also this is a seriously old prompt request, i apologise for taking so long.

xX

You don’t know whether or not you were mad or just disappointed. You had told the Doctor not to do anything stupid or foolish or just down right insane but that is exactly what had happened. Maybe you were just cynical, maybe you had lived through enough shit that you know when something bad was going to happen, like a gut feeling that everyone seems to dismiss but when the bad thing happens everyone tells you that you were right.

You had suffered enough over the last four years, so when the Doctor dropped into your life, you thought that this was the perfect opportunity to get away from them. And yet - life seemed to always catch up with you and beat you in the ass. You love so deeply and want to make sure that everything is alright and yet in the end, it’s always you that ends up with the black eye or the broken rib or the dislocated shoulder.

You had never shown your bruises or your scars to the others or the Doctor. It wasn’t their battle to fight, besides you were on board a flying police box, what did it matter. But it did matter, especially when Yaz had to help you pick out an outfit for one of Marylin Monroe’s extravagant birthday parties, the scar that ran from underneath your shoulder blade to the top of your breast was the most noticeable in the dress you wore.

“[y/n], what happened?” she hadn’t expected the worst, of course she wouldn’t but when you tried to lie your way through, it became more apparent when Yaz caught a glimpse at your stomach and then your legs. “Jesus, [y/n] who did this to you?” She was a cop, of course she would be concerned.

You sniffed and shrugged your shoulders. “Nothing, don’t worry about it.” Your eyes stared at your reflection in the mirror, before they focused on Yaz’s figure as she stood from the bed - stepping closer towards you. Flinching ever so slightly when her hand touched the scar, you swallowed and held the dress tighter to your naked body. “Just … don’t say anything to the Doctor.” You had mumbled and Yaz looked at you like you had grown another head. “Yasmin please! She doesn’t need to know.”

The bed seemed cold, too cold in fact. You were lying next to each other but you felt miles apart. The Doctor rarely sleeps and when she does, it’s like it’s for an hour and nothing more, you worried about her sometimes. So this, whatever this was had you incredibly worried. You wouldn’t think that the punch would have caused much damage - you’d seen the Time Lord lift things that you couldn’t even move, she was a lot stronger than she looks and incredibly tougher than the average bear.

Your face scrunched up, what a stupid saying. Sniffing, you buried your head deeper into your pillow. Or maybe it was the Doctor’s pillow - you couldn’t tell anymore, you had slept in the same bed for so long now, that everything seemed to be one big mess.

She wasn’t impressed. Of course she hadn’t been and you had been mad and bitter and pissed at Yaz for dobbing on you like you were kids. Your eyes glared at the copper from across the console - you sat on the floor - arms folded over your chest, of course she hadn’t kept her mouth shut - not when you returned to the TARDIS after a lay over with a split lip and you had been limping again. They hadn’t been appreciative when you showed up to home after being gone for almost an entire day. You had cursed the Doctor’s rather shitty flying skills.

“I’m sorry.” The tension in the air seemed to shatter. Her voice was deep and you could tell that she had been stewing in her own head for a while, you wondered if she’d ever spoke to her past selves? Wondered if that’s how regeneration works, you’re a new person, but the old yous are still in there somewhere.

“’S fine.” You mumbled not even bothering to turn around. The Doctor had confronted your lover merely three hours before, it had gotten to a head and the Doctor had followed you out of the TARDIS when the shouting had ensued. She was pissed, you could see it in her eyes and then way her shoulders stayed stiff and the warmth that usually invited everyone in had disappeared.

“Doctor, no it’s okay.” You had muttered trying to hold her back, hands pressed against her shoulders.

“Who the fuck is this?” They had almost shouted, you could smell the alcohol from here and the Doctor’s eyes narrowed. You hadn’t seen her this mad before, you had to walk backwards as the Time Lord kept on advancing. “You been screwing this chick?”

“Not now!” You growled out between your clenched teeth, head to turned to look at the mess they were in. Before you quickly turned back to face the Doctor. “Please, Doc - you’re going to make it worse.” The Time Lord had looked down at you, and her eyes softened ever so slightly … but they had to open their mouth again. Comment on whether or not you were good in bed or not and that’s when all hell broke loose. 

You had no idea that the Doctor could lose her temper like that. Maybe it was a part of her that she kept in check, because as soon as you called her name, and after a single punch to the face had caused them to fall to the ground, she softened and her whole body shook…

The coolness between your bodies was beginning to annoy you now, you wanted to roll over and just bury your face into her chest - to hug her to you and never let her go. The only good thing that had happened to you in the last half a decade. But you didn’t.

“[y/n]” Your name sounded so soft when the Doctor spoke. Sounded like she loved the way it felt on her lips, so much more than the poison it evoked when they yelled it at you. This time you did look at her, turning your whole body around, so that you were lying on your stomach.

“I had it covered.” was what left your lips though you suddenly swallowed and the bruise on your ribs seemed heavy. That was a lie and the Doctor knew it. “I did.” Pressure started to build at the back of your eyes. “I really … did.” Resting up on your elbows now, you pushed your face deeper into the pillow. Furrowing your brows, you felt your whole body shake. “I love them.” it was mumbled but you knew the Doctor had very good hearing. “I love them so much and I have no idea why they hurt me like this.” You had never spoken to another person about this. No other human had heard you come clean. 

But then again … the Doctor wasn’t human now was she?

“It’s never easy.” The Doctor’s voice caused you to jump slightly. She was closer, a hand rested lightly against your back. You knew that she had issues with touching others as well - must be something very important if she allowed her fingers to dig into your shirt. The palm of her hand moved and now dug into your back - massaging between your shoulder blades. “You love the person who they used to be. Who they were before they turned on you, before any of this happened.” Of course the Doctor knew more than she would say. “But that doesn’t make you a bad person for wanting to leave.”

A sob wrecked through your body, eyes scrunching closed. Delicate fingers, pushed some of your hair behind your ear. The space between the two of you didn’t feel so … cold anymore, but you still didn’t want to lean on her - you didn’t have the strength. So pulling your head away from the pillow you looked at the Doctor, behind a blurry vision, her eyes - that are usually filled with amusement and childlike wonder - held their true look. Of someone who is over 2000 years old and has seen every horror in the universe.

“I … I can’t…” You pulled your body away, touching just reminded you of them too much, you suddenly realised the last time they touched you was when they hurt you. Curling into a ball, you buried yourself into the bed again and it wasn’t long until the Doctor pulled her hand from your back. You didn’t hear her get up from the bed, but you did feel her press a kiss against your forehead.

“Sleep, [y/n]” The Doctor mumbled. “You’re safe here. I promise.”“I know,” came your sleepy reply. Maybe the space between you couldn’t be breached tonight, but … maybe you just needed time to heal.

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"I asked of you were having a party I didn't tell you to have a party!" Thasmin so you can write them more!

Thirteen x Yaz (Doctor Who) | Fluff 4 - “I asked if you were having a party. I didn’t tell you to have a party!”

“But Yaz!” The Doctor was already beaming, swanning over across the little art deco-styled party room she’d constructed within the perception filter bubble of the TARDIS. The blonde had incredible and shaded spectacles over her eyes, ones she had not busted out since her time in 18th Century France, dancing with Madame De Pompadour. In addition, she’d managed to have a tie wrapped around her forehead, and was holding what appeared to be a Banana Daiquiri in her hand, along with a cigar in the other. “Look at all my guests!” She cried.      Yaz was astounded. Was The Doctor drunk? Was she something else entirely? Yaz had never seen her remotely like this, not even in the more flamboyant of her moods. And once she managed to make out some of the attending partygoers she was even more taken aback.     “Cleopatra,” The Doctor greeted, bowing to kiss the Pharaoh’s hand and then handing it to Yaz who merely shook it politely. “Mary Shelley,” The Doctor moved to next, hugging the famous and innovative author. “Central Minister Epiphoras ‘The Enigmatic’ Hamilton XVII of the Centro-American Rift’s Belt Alliance,” she rattled off in a single breath before knocking glasses with the archaic yet futuristic-looking politico. Finally, they came to the rear of the procession, close to the TARDIS doors and the edge of the secretive garden party. “And of course... Mao Zedong,” she paused, as the olden Chinese man smiled. “From an alternate reality where he lived peacefully as a simple haberdasher close to China’s border with Korea... We like to check in every couple of years and see how the other is doing.”     As The Doctor and the alternate Zedong nodded heads in a mutual sign of respect yet stored knowledge, Yaz felt her head ready to explode and deflate completely. As she looked around more, she noticed an even worse coterie of guests - Aliens looking humanoid but not exactly like them, Winston Churchill looking completely at home, Gandhi conversing with Martin Luther King Jr, even someone who looked a little like Aleister Crowley. This was insane.      “Doctor... please tell me this is all a holographic projection and these people aren’t really here...”     The Time Lord paused, turning away from the parallel Mao and frowning immediately at Yaz. The charade was up and the party froze instantly. The hologram powered down and everything disappeared, leaving The Doctor, the TARDIS, and Yaz standing in the middle of the disused Sheffield football field completely alone and silent. The hip and happy mood had drained completely from The Doctor and even her daiquiri glass faded from her hand - it had also been a mirage of perception.     “How did you know?” The Doctor asked, like a saddened and disappointed child in her beautiful lilac overcoat billowing behind her as Yaz removed her artisan sunglasses.     The Doctor looked sadder than sad, unlike Yaz had ever seen her before. “You’ve been gone for three weeks... And you even missed Graham’s birthday... Is everything okay?”     She snapped back into the happy-go-lucky Time Lord Yaz loved, she knew Yaz loved her like that. “Yeah, ‘course it is, why wouldn’t it be?”     “Doctor...”     The silence the beat caused was almost caustic to the rather childish but hurt Time Lord. She didn’t know what to say at all. She just stood opposite to Yaz, trying to avoid her stare as the wind took her short bob of dirty blonde hair back.      “I think... I think I’m a little tired...” The Doctor spoke quietly, her hand reaching gingerly for Yaz’s fingers poking out of the sleeve of her burgundy leather jacket. “I love it when you wear this jacket... I had a friend that used to wear the same colour.”     Yaz stepped closer, letting the tired Doctor hold her hand. “What was her name?”     “Martha... Martha Jones. She lives down in London with her husband, Mickey Smith...”     “You want to go say hello?” Yaz suggested, reaching for her guide’s other forlorn hand and holding it lovingly. She could sense the feeling of exhaustion within The Doctor’s bones emanating to her.      “I’ve regenerated a couple of times since I last saw her,” The Doctor confessed, thinking back to those chaotic and even more tiring years. It had been a very long time.     “All the more reason to drop in. Come on,” Yaz enticed The Doctor and led her back inside the TARDIS as it lulled to its tired pilot. “I can fly if you like...”

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Writing Prompt 403 “What do you mean you’re stuck in space?!”

I haven’t done one of these in a whole white so I decided to get into it again. This is another 13 x reader because apparently, that's all I write now. This one got real angsty 

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    When you first met the Doctor you were seventeen and he was amazing, tall and lanky wearing a weird trenchcoat and hanging out with a blonde woman named Rose. He had saved you from the giant green aliens attacking your neighborhood, on the same night you had lost your parents. When the monsters had gone and the Doctor had won he had taken you someplace safe, with wonderful foster parents and a new family of sorts, and had told you to call him whenever you needed him next, placing his number into your phone before disappearing with Rose into his blue box. 

    That was a long time ago, since then the Doctor had become a story you told to entertain, a tale you spun for new friends and small children. You never called him, to you he was like a miracle, something that would appear only when you needed him the most although you would stare at the number and consider it from time to time. 

   It had been years since you received a call from him either and now, at twenty, a familiar number flashed across the screen as you scribbled busily on the paper in front of you, dropping your pencil you pick the phone up and place it to your ear. “Oh thank the stars you answered!” that wasn’t the Doctor, at least, not the one you knew. The voice that flowed nervously from the speakers was that of a woman, “I’m in a bit of a pickle and it seems that I’m somewhere near your area.”

   “Wh-what? Who are you?” you say, standing from the table you were sitting in, pushing your chair a tad louder than you meant to, earning stares from multiple people in the cafe you had sheltered in. 

  “What? C’mon Y/N you know me!” the woman seems to pause for a moment, as if she had a sudden realization, “oh dear my bad! It’s me, the Doctor, I uh...I sort of...it’s hard to explain but I need your help.”

  “Ookay, what can I possibly help with?”

  “Well you see, I happen to be...stuck,” she says, grunting as if she were struggling with something. In the distance, you hear someone shout angrily at her, but it doesn’t sound like Rose.

  “Okay, stuck where?”

  “On my ship...It shut off we’re sort of just floating in space.”

  “What!? What do you mean you’re stuck in space! You’re an alien how do you get stuck in space!”

  “Oh don’t yell at me it happens! Listen just, do as I say and do it carefully.” you groan, packing your things into your back and rushing out of the cafe with the phone tucked between your ear and your shoulder. “Okay, I just send something to your phone. It’s a signal it should be able to pull the TARDIS down to where you are. She’s got just enough juice to track you down.” 

   You listen carefully, pulling the phone from your ear to check it. Your phone flashes quickly to a dark screen before rebooting. Great… of course. It flashes blue for a moment and you hope to the Gods she didn’t break your phone. Within a second you hear the TARDIS materialize behind you, and turn quickly to face it. 

  The ship looked almost the same, and yet something was definitely different about it. You wait patiently, and once the TARDIS fully landed the door quickly opened and out of it popped a woman, blonde and lanky but beautiful. Her hands were on her hips as she surveyed the damage to her ship. This was the Doctor? What happened to the one you knew? You clear your throat, earning the attention of the woman who turned to you with a wide grin and pulled you into a bone-crushing hug. You blush furiously, returning her hug albeit hesitantly. “Doctor?”

  “Yeah, it’s me,” she says, pulling back, “my...you’ve sure grown.”

  “Seems you changed too.”

  “Ah,” the Doctor smiles, “I regenerated, it's a uh, it’s a thing my species does to sort of cheat death.” You nod, your eyes flicking over her features with interest, there’s movement behind her that sends you stepping back from her quickly. Out of the box comes three more people, each in different degrees of distress. 

  “What happened to Rose?” you ask, instantly regretting it once you notice the frown on the Doctor’s face. Your heart drops, Rose was magnificent when you met her. She was patient and kind, quick to help you in your time of need. 

  “These are my friends!” the Doctor says in a way of changing the subject, “Yaz, Ryan, and Graham.” you smile and wave awkwardly at the three, who do the same to you. 

  “Doctor who's this?” the girl, Yaz, is the first to speak up for the group. The Doctor turns back to you, waiting for you to answer. 

  “Just an old friend,” you say. For a moment it’s awkward and you thank the Gods when you feel your phone vibrate in your hand, coming back to life. You look down at it checking the time, “I should uh, get going. It was lovely seeing you,” you say, taking a step back from the group.

  “Wait!” the Doctor grabs your hand, tugging you towards her, “come with me?”

  “I couldn’t come with you before,” you mutter.

  “That was a long time ago, and besides, you helped me out I should return the favor.” You sigh, shaking your head, the Doctor’s face falls.

  “Think of it as me returning the favor,” you say, placing a gentle hand on her cheek, “what happened to Rose Doctor? How long has it been?” The Doctor frowns, pressing her face against your hand.

  “Three regenerations, longer for me than you,” she said against your hand, “I promise nothing will happen to you.” You glance back at the Doctor’s friends, who watch the exchange with interest, surveying the group you take in the three before turning back to the Doctor.

  “I can’t, besides, you’ve got all the friends you need,” you say, pressing a kiss to her head before letting her go.

  You meant to leave, truly you did, but the Doctor pulls you back once again this time to press a kiss to your lips. You hum, carding your fingers through soft blonde hair. She deepens the kiss, but you pull away before it gets any heavier. “Please,” she says you wonder why she insists so heavily. When you think about it, you know it's because to her you’re a memory of someone she once knew, something that reminded her of Rose. 

  “Be safe,” you say, and with that, you depart from her.

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Message In A Bottle

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Category: Gen

Fandoms: Doctor Who & Related Fandoms, Doctor Who, Doctor Who (2005), Doctor Who: Virgin New Adventures - Various Authors

Relationships: The Doctor & Yasmin Khan, Thirteenth Doctor & Graham O'Brien, Thirteenth Doctor & Ryan Sinclair, Thirteenth Doctor & Yasmin Khan, Melanie Bush & Seventh Doctor

Characters: Yasmin Khan, Thirteenth Doctor, The Doctor (Doctor Who), The Doctor's TARDIS, Graham O'Brien, Ryan Sinclair, Melanie Bush

Additional Tags: Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Family Feels, POV The Doctor (Doctor Who), Mentioned Past Companions (Doctor Who), Angst, Heavy Angst, Hypervodka (Doctor Who), Thirteenth Doctor Era, Everyone Needs A Hug, Past Character Death

(CW: Alcohol Use)

Summary:

The Doctor gets a bottle with a message from a past friend. The trouble is with as much past as the doctor has, it can all be a bit much

The TARDIS was meandering in the Time Vortex. They had a rough few days of action so they were taking a day in The Vortex where almost nothing could really attack them. She might have told them nothing could hurt them they looked tired.

The Doctor did too, of course, The Doctor did need sleep. Honestly respected sleep, it was a good thing. But it was also a bad time for her, in general life had been going pretty good but when it got quiet, it all got very loud.

Nightmares, she actually had them for her whole life. Afraid of the dark, not to mention never being loved by her family and not being good enough for the Academy, the Time Vortex, the Cloisters and that was just on Gallifrey. Of course, life had not exactly stopped giving her nightmare fuel, Daleks, Cybermen, forced regeneration, human experiments, genocide, war, her friends dying, planets burning, universes collapsing. In other words, she never got a good night’s sleep.

So instead of sleeping, and inviting in the past, she was messing with the console. The TARDIS was making little noises at her, telling her thief her opinion on everything, as she always did.

The Doctor smiled at this, the TARDIS was her best friend. The one thing that had been with her for most of those nightmare-inducing events, always the place she wanted to run to and run with. Her friends were the best of her, every single one of them, but the TARDIS was her home.

The TARDIS stopped its friendly wheezing and a knock sounded on the door. The Doctor felt her eyebrows do the scrunch thing and she pulled up the view screen, it was a bottle, like just a glass bottle how did that work? Now she wanted to know,

“What we think? let it in?” Thirteen said rubbing her hands together.

She didn’t wait for her box to respond, this was weird, she loved weird.

Swirling space filled her view as she plucked the gas bottle in. Inside was an old disk, from a few consoles back, but TARDIS compatible. Not to mention turning it over she saw a wisp of paper reading “Doctor”. So, for her, exciting. Two bits of mail very close together must be getting popular.

The Doctor went to the console and was keenly aware she no longer had the hardware on her counsel, so this was an old message. Now she’d have to go digging.

Wandering the halls she looked for either an old desktop backup or a spare parts room, had plenty of those. Doing so she remembered something, or almost remembered something like it was on the tip of her tongue. The message was old so was being addressed to one of her older faces. But it was still making her head spin and old memories and thoughts come up.

‘Oh you really are thick’ her thoughts supplied, making her mutter “stupid Doctor” at herself and the voice of judgment that always sounded a step out from her.

‘Really can’t remember anything anymore, typical’ her mind supplied.

“Too much in my head.” The Doctor muttered again

“Doctor!” Ryan shouted

The Doctor jumped out of her skin and turned around, all three of her current companions were apparently following her, wondered for how long now.

“Oh hi,” The Doctor said smiling at her companions as best she could.

“What are we looking for?” Graham questioned.

“I have a bottle,” The Doctor said waving it around.

“I can see that,” Ryan said with a shrug.

“So I have to find one of my old console rooms, one with the round things in white.” The Doctor explained and kept walking.

“Doctor, did you happen to drink the contents of the bottle?” Yaz questioned stepping in front of her.

“I’m not drunk” The Doctor defended

“Right, well wandering in circles talking to yourself, being drunk is kind of the best explanation,” Graham replied leaning against the wall.

“I’m trying to find things, help me?.” The Doctor said, more to the TARDIS than anyone else. And of course, now that she had made a fool of herself the door opened.

“Found it,” The Doctor said proudly and spun showing off the console room, from before the eighth body at least.

“Wait this is like the front room yeah?” Yaz said walking to the console.

“Yes, and can be functional again if needed but right now we just need to be able to read an older file format.”

“So the main room is an updated version of this?” Ryan asked.

“Basically, though to be fair most of it is cosmetic, from her getting a feel for us, or just wanting to show off.” The Doctor explained pulling some wires around to get it to play to the view screen.

As she got it out of the bottle, she noted it was not a normal bottle. It could open up big enough to get it out. Cool, never seen this before.

“Message in a bottle” She explained handing the bottle to Yaz who placed it on the ground. The Doctor took the drive, and Graham interrupted.

“That’s like an old school game cartridge.” He laughed.

“Don’t diss it, this is Gallifreyan tech.” The Doctor said putting it and hitting play.

“What tech?”

But Graham got no answer, the screen was filled with an older red-headed woman in a bright pattern dress.

“Hello Doctor,” she said wiping tears from her eyes.

The Doctor stumbled back and the words, “Mel Bush”, tumbled from her lips.

“It’s been such a long time now, or not, guess member a really long time.” Mel laughed, “I really do miss you, even after the last time going a bit pear-shaped. I was angry, you played mind games with me. But I know the man I knew, and I know you’re still him. I hope you have someone with you, keeping you safe, keeping you together. And remember sweets aren’t a meal, not sure what the version of you now is like, I heard you face change again, a few times now I think.

The grapevine seemed to pick up after 2010, not sure why. Heard from a few people who knew an even older you. But that doesn’t matter. I promised you’d I do this, so I am. Because I hope you’re out there turning worlds better, saving lives, changing them. Hope you don’t let it keep making you harder, loosen up and have fun.

Even if the universe can be a cruel and mean place, don’t be a Valeyard or master right? You’re The Doctor." The girl bopped the lens with her finger,

"And be nice if someone’s there with you, for me okay? Make them want to stay.

Oh, I do love you Doctor, goodbye.”

The screen clicked off

Doctor you okay?” Yaz asked placing her hand on The Doctor arm, brown eyes warm with concern.

“Yeah, I think so, you know.” She shrugged.

“Who was that?” Yaz asked,”

“Melanie Bush, she travelled with me way back, thousands of years back.”

“Wow, always forget you’re so old,” Ryan commented, earning him a glare from Graham and Yaz.

“I am so old Ryan, so so old.” The Doctor agreed.

“She seemed very nice.” Yaz gave her a reassuring smile.

“She was, very nice. To me and most people.” The Doctor held in her hands, “I always mess up how do I always mess it up?” she said more to herself than the others.

“What happened Doc? ” Ryan asked, “You know if you want to share.”

“The last time we really saw each other, she told me she never wanted to travel in the TARDIS, because I’d lied to her about what was coming, why I wanted her to leave the first time on the Iceworld. And I got her roped into this mess with prisons, Eternals and creations of consciousness.”

“Oh well, not sure I understood every word of that. But you ended on a bad row, it seems she was okay in the end, forgave you.” Graham asked, “Isn’t the good though, closure and all.”

“She was good, spent a good portion of her life doing charity work. Saved her from some rough Sontarans, wanted revenge, don’t know why they went after aid workers but whatever didn’t have time to figure it out. Just wanted to see her.”

“She fought with you for that?” Yaz asked.

“No, I said the last time we really saw each other. That was when I was dying, wanted my ‘reward’ it was, I was in pain. Wanted to see everyone I’d loved before, I was vain, selfish didn’t want to go.”

“No one wants to die Doc, when I thought I was dying, all I wanted was people I loved,” Graham said.

“Wanting to see your friends isn’t selfish.” Ryan agreed.

“Thanks, guys, it’s just like a ghost talking to me,” The Doctor said walking towards the monitor, “Mistakes and good times. But I guess Mel was dependable, wanted to care about me, she’d keep her promises.”

“Yeah Doc, remember the good stuff.” Graham said, “The best right, keep it with you. What you told us.”

“Of course’ The Doctor turned to them with a smile, “Can you give me a minute though?”

“Sure Doc” Graham nodded.

Yaz came up to her and gave her a hug, The Doctor was a bit startled they hadn’t really become a hugging fam very much.

Yaz gave nodded and followed the boys out.

The Doctor turned to Mel and smiled, she took the cartridge putting it in the discarded bottle and took it in to her room for companion’s things, mausoleum, museum, or whatever it was. Passed the recently replaced Corsair message and walked to Umbrella’s friends. Noticed a place that had one of Mel’s bows and placed it in there. Under Peri, above Ace, she had a rather large drawer for her large life. Ace McShane, what had she made of her?

The Doctor looked up and down and broke. Being good, and kind, and laughing it had been her goal. But right now she didn’t care about being The Doctor she wanted to be old and sad and bitter. And guilty, ashamed, wounded. Just an old battered TIme Lady.

She walked from this room to her counsel room, she started banging on panels till one opened and River’s whisky was there, but she shut it. Not River, not now, and definitely not the Lethbridge Stewarts. That was so much guilt and sadness, to mention the last time people drank it she had been contemplating Time Lord equivalent of suicide. Not going that dark tonight thanks, stuff those thoughts way to the back.

So she wandered to a room that functioned as a liquor cabinet, Bowtie hadn’t liked the stuff, usually going for destroying property and/or putting himself in danger on bad days. But a bottle of hypervodka met her eyes and she smiled. She grabbed to bottles and went to the console room, it had so many ghosts they all blanked each other out, not personal to any of them.

She downed one whole bottle all alone, Time Lords had fast metabolisms and high tolerance. It was all the heart beating and thinking. No thinking, or at least not remembering, not working.

The second one disappeared as fast, maybe it would make her sleep, just at least sleep with nothing in her mind.

Not working, not enough. She thought and poured on more glass but her hand was caught causing her to flail out and saw it was Yaz’s hand.

“This bottle I did empty on my own.” She joked

Yaz did not seem to find her funny.

“What?” The Doctor asked.

No answer Yaz just stared at her with a look of judgment, with her other hand on her hip like a judgmental parent. Why was it Yaz’s business?

” I can drink my own vodka, in my TARDIS, by myself if I feel like it. I’m old enough to be your messiah, I can make my own decisions. So just go. Go away where you won’t get hurt.” The Doctor’s voice hit a tenor that made her age creep into the auditory world. Even if the power was dampened by the slight slur.

And Yaz looked hurt and very sad, she let The Doctor’s hand go her eyes growing wide.

“Doctor, what are talking about?” Yaz asked her hands hit the floor sitting next to The Doctor.

“What are you talking about?” The Doctor mirrored.

“You say your fine and next thing I know you’re trying to drink yourself to death.”

“I’m not as fragile as you, I can handle this.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, I’m sure.”

“You could have talked to me, or Ryan, or Graham.”

“You don’t understand.”

“We don’t understand loss?” Ryan snapped from the dark.

“Yes!” The Doctor stood up, “Exactly. When were you one of two people standing in the ruins of the universe, watched hordes of people die in Dalek fire, had your friend turned into a cyberman, and another, and another. When did you walk a woman into the hands of a nutcase who took her ability to have children? Have you sat in a field of blood that you made, known people see you as a monster? Seen a child sacrifice himself for the world! When were your friends torn from you by your own people more than once? Did your children burn with all of your family? Don’t pretend you can ever understand” The Doctor’s tone went from angry, to despair, to just bitterness and scorn.

They all stared at her in that way she hated like she was something otherworldly, but not a magic hero. A vengeful creature.

“Doctor?” Graham said, ton and body neutral.

“Nope, Not The Doctor right now. Not sure who I am, but guess I’m just me. Huh, guess that’s why she’s been using that name.” Tears rolled down her face hot and Then The Doctor collapsed on the floor the world going dark.

_____

She woke up with Yaz sitting next to her.

“How mad are they?” The Doctor said to the ceiling.

“You told them, losing their wife and mother didn’t count as a loss. Then kind of told us you’ve killed people. We’re all a bit miffed.” Yaz said sarcasm dripping.

“Yeah, that makes sense.”

“Doctor I know you were in pain, but you can’t lash out at us. We’re your friends, you said we were your family.”

“I know I did, you are my best friends. I mean that I do. I shouldn’t have said what I did, it was wrong.”

“If you talk to me before it got too big to handle maybe it would be better.”

“Right try that next time.”

“Not to mention you lied. You said that one bottle was nothing but you blacked out.”

“That wasn’t just the drinking, it was that I hadn’t slept in way too long.”

“Why?”

“It’s louder when I sleep?”

“What is?”

“The screaming.”

After resting on Yaz’s orders she found Ryan and Graham using a gaming machine and library book respectively.

“I’m sorry.” The Doctor said, “I’m so, so, sorry.”

“I know that loss can make you act like a jerk Doctor, but you’re the one who says to let it make you a better person,” Graham said.

“Yes, I don’t follow my own advice enough.”

“Like using weapons when you say we can’t?” Ryan asked.

“Rule one, The Doctor lies.” The Doctor muttered to herself.

“That's not a good rule, I prefer don’t wander off,” Ryan said, looking pointedly at the screen.

“It was what my Bowtie face always said, Well more so what River said about me. But I was unfair, and I’m sorry. I know losing your wife hurts Graham, all of mine are dead. One comparatively recently and I know it hurts.”

He nodded she turned to Ryan, “ My people don’t have mothers in exactly the same sense, and the people I call my grannies it’s wasn’t the same as yours. My family weren’t exactly my biggest fans either. I should never have pretended it didn’t matter. I'm so sorry”

He nodded.

“I didn’t lie when I told you I carry them with me. I didn’t say that sometimes it’s too much. And I’ve done things I'm not proud of, but I have to be better than that, I have to try my best to be The Doctor. And I can't let it hurt the people I care about when I fail.”

They both nodded.

“If you want me to take you home I can” She offers pointing her thumb behind her.

“No Doctor, we had one fight.” Ryan said, “that’s not the end of this.”

“Doc, you're stuck with us for a while yet. But I think we should talk more yes?”

The Doctor nodded and turned around. She couldn’t help going to Bill’s room, and Nardole's saying her silent goodbyes again. Turning off the ache and noise was hard, she would just have to hide it better again.

[eurusholmmes]

Abandonment Issues | 13th

It's just the two of you, long after the rest have gone. A girl and her box off to see the Universe.

Take a moment and think about this with me. If you google the specific definition of the term abandonment, it often refers back to this: a subjective emotional state in which people feel undesired, left behind, insecure, or discarded. Key word here - left behind. You had known for quite a while about your issue with relationships and why you never seemed to be able to trust people, but you had never chalked it up to having acquired abandonment issues.

And you had never seen it as severe as it was with The Doctor.

You're standing in the doorway of the TARDIS when she finally brings it up -- the inevitable farewell to temporary companions -- as you have now arrived in Sheffield with the intention of sending Yaz, Ryan and Graham home. They'd had their adventures and wished to continue on with their normal lives while this lonely heart traveled the Universe and witnessed its infinite wonders from within the confines of a blue box.

The only true companion she'd ever had.

Your heart ached for The Doctor simply because you understood. You'd been abandoned, stabbed and cast aside by more people then you could count in your lifetime - excluding your family, who had been the only ones there for you during your adolescence and well into your early adult years. It was only after your parents had passed away that The Doctor had crossed your path, and you'd been with her ever since.

"There's no reason for you to stay here. I'm not a hero.. I'm not this person everyone makes me out to be."

“You're not just any old hero," You whispered, winding your arms around her torso as she sank into the warmth of your embrace. "You are the most magnificent being this Universe has ever seen. Your hearts outweigh the compassion of all humanity combined... and you never say no to people. That's why you're a hero, Doctor. It's because you care."

She had lost far too many people. Had been forced to watch, helpless to act as companions were ripped from her grasps. Two thousand years of losing everyone that ever mattered to you... You had no idea as to how she was still alive.

"Well, I s'pose this is it." Her thick Northern accent pulled you out of your trance, and you pull your lip between your teeth in anxious anticipation. She seemed oblivious to your presence just inside the TARDIS and instead kept her focus on the three companions before her. You couldn't hear Ryan and Yaz's responses, but the desperate attempt in veiling the pain in her expression was all the evidence you needed. "Got you back, guess we're done. Nice having you aboard."

"Thanks Doc."

You faintly recognized Yaz's voice as you now stood in the doorway, fingers nervously flexing as you slowly extended your hand to wrap it through her own. The Doctor softened when she caught sight of you, inching herself closer to the TARDIS to accept the gesture - something you had noticed over the past year or so calmed her significantly. Touch was the only way you'd gotten through to Twelve.

"Oh, y'know. Back in the box. There's loads to see."

"On your own?"

The Doctor opened her mouth, prepared to say yes, until she remembered you standing only a few feet away. You had never run, even when she'd given you every reason to do so. You smiled and laughed and brought so much joy to her life -- something she found was so entirely human -- and part of her wondered if you were finally ready to leave her now. Let her disappear within this ancient, blue box, never to be remembered by the people of Earth.

"I s'pose."

Tenderly running the pad of your thumb over her knuckles, the soft whisper of a familiar melody echoes in The Doctors mind - another trick she'd taught you about many months ago. The lyrics echo in her head like the words of a prayer, easing her panic into peace as they resonate deep within her.

You are not alone, I've been here the whole time singing you a song

I will carry you

"You wanna come for tea at mine?"

The Doctor wrenches you out of the TARDIS before you can argue, arm loosely wrapped through your own as her entire face lights up at the invitation. "Definitely! I love tea. Tea at Yaz's, amazing." You follow hot on the heels of the three people before you, abnormally quiet as you pondered how to approach the topic. You can hear her laughter and see that ethereal smile in your peripheral vision, but everything around you seems to be white noise.

It's The Doctor squeezing your hand that draws your attention back to her. "Y/N, are you alright? You've gone quiet on me. That's never a good sign."

Was it wise to bring it up? To very bluntly remark that this ancient Timelord that was constantly attached to your hip, no matter where you went, that she had the same issues you did? That you feared relationships and thus distanced yourself from people so you wouldn't be able to be hurt anymore? How wounded you were that she actually believed you'd leave her, after all this time?

"I've always wondered why I was so drawn to you." The Doctors neck cranes to hear your voice, her focus now entirely on you as you pull her closer to your side, arms still intertwined with one another. "At first I thought it was because you offered me the Universe. Who can refuse an offer like that? To see what so many are deprived of, an infinite Universe with so much more in store then we can comprehend. And the longer I've been with you, the more I've realized it's because I'm utterly terrified at the thought of leaving you."

Her breathing stutters in her chest, and The Doctor calls out to Ryan that you two will catch up just before you stop in the middle of the courtyard. "Y/N-"

You are unable to halt the impending confession and choose to continue, gently cradling her hands in your own. "Then it occurred to me. Why does this ancient time traveller, who could have her pick of the mill when it comes to human companions, put up with this human? Why me? What is so special about me?"

"Everything!"

"And while I believe you," The Doctor exhaled slowly as she saw your lips begin to quiver, the words you were unable to say faltering on your tongue. "Just now, I saw the pain in your face. The grief and the heartbreak and the dread of being left alone again. After Clara, after Bill- You've been abandoned and lost your companions so many times that the thought of being alone terrifies you." Her head falls to her chest in that moment of realization, bright eyes dimmed by the weight that sat upon her shoulders, unable to meet your own as her grip slackened. "Did you really think I was gonna leave you?"

Bang. Like a bullet to her hearts. Such a simple question but one that carried so much desperation.

"I don't want you to leave me." Her reply is sincere, without hesitation. "You're right. I've lost too many people, seen so many die, and I'm exhausted. It's a constant fear, this is. The fear of making relationships, of being vulnerable. After two thousand years of living, I have never had the luxury of outrage, much less vulnerability. But you," Your eyes soften as her lips quirk upward in the hint of a smile, a sight you've come to love in the time you've known The Doctor. "You make this all worth while. The memory, the laughter, the joy you've brought into my life... That's not something a sentimental fool like myself can repay."

The longer you thought about it, the more it made sense. Those people who had left your life would always be a part of you, but there came a time and season for everyone. And currently? Your season was at the side of this lonely Time Lord and her brilliant, shining companions.

"Well, after all the people who've left me... I was given a great gift when you came across my path. Now give me a hug, woman." You demanded. "That's the best gift you can give."

You weren't prepared for the caliber of her hug, nearly knocked off your feet as she threw herself into your arms. She was much shorter this time around, able to wrap her legs around your waist as the two of you stumbled about the courtyard. Quivering fingers wound their way to the base of your neck as you buried your face in her shoulder, inhaling the very scent of time that lingered on her skin.

"Don't go." Her lips breathed right in your ear, sending a shiver down your spine. "Please."

You feverishly shook your head as you sat her back on the ground and lightly tapped your nose with the end of your finger.

"Never."

[as-was-written]

All the ice cream flavors

@theresastargirl​

Under the cut because there’s a lot of them!

Almond Chocolate Coconut: a touch headcanon.This Doctor isn’t especially physically affectionate, but it’s because her touch telepathy is extremely strong in this body and she doesn’t know her limitations yet. But if you stroke her hair she will love you forever.

Bacon Ice Cream: a "what were you even thinking" headcanon.She eats bathbombs. She thinks they taste flowery and nice. (i am surprisingly passionate about this headcanon i’ll be honest)

Black Raspberry Cheesecake: a sexuality and/or romanticism headcanon (romantic orientation, sexual orientation, etc).This Doctor is asexual and panromantic. With a strong preference for women.

Cactus Fruit Sorbet: a "this shouldn't work but it does" headcanon.She reorganised the library according to the colour of the books. To be fair it looks really pretty.

Cherry Garcia: a role model/inspiration headcanon.Her fam. Her friends have always given the Doctor inspiration and Yaz, Ryan and Graham are no different from that.

Chubby Hubby: a body image/self esteem headcanon.It took a long time for the Doctor to get used to her new body’s appearance, longer than she’d want to admit. All the curves and body parts that were new threw her and even in the TARDIS there was a lot of experimentation with clothing to see what was most comfortable

Chunky Monkey: a names, addresses, nicknames, etc. headcanon.The reason she is so chill about Graham calling her Doc when her first body wasn’t is partly because it reminds her of those first human friends of hers. Also character development in general.

Cookies and Cream: a family headcanon.One of the Doctor’s greatest regret in life is leaving behind Susan the way she did. She still has the shoe with a hole in it belonging to her granddaughter and she misses her every day.

Cotton Candy Explosion: a childhood/child(ren) headcanon.For a while as a very young Time Tot, Brax was her hero. Until Koschei came along and she found a new person to follow after.

Death By Chocolate: an indulgence/guilty pleasure headcanon.The Doctor loves chocolate of all kind, but especially sweet ones. At night however she enjoys settling down with a bar of dark chocolate.

Devil's Food Chocolate: a vice headcanon.This is based on the audio drama The Master so spoilers for that, but the Doctor managed to remember killing that boy when she was a child. She still has nightmares about it and it’s the one thing she won’t ever talk about.

Dulce de Leche: a happy/sweet romantic or queerplatonic headcanon.The Doctor’s favourite way to relax with a partner is to curl up on their lap and have her hair stroked. It makes her feel safe and secure and loved.

Elderberry: a hurt/comfort headcanon.If she’s in a relationship with someone she enjoys being cared for when injured. Not that she will ever, ever admit it in a million years. But it’s nice to be fussed over. 

Entangled Mints: a friendship headcanon.For the Doctor her friends are her priority. She’s happy to just hang out with them and wants to show off the universe. She just wants them happy.

Espresso 'n Cream: a coffee/tea/coffee-shop (AU)/caffeine headcanon.The Doctor adores coffee. She will be that one person at Starbucks who gives the poor barista a really complicated order though.

Fudge Behaving Badly: a misbehaving/getting into trouble headcanon.Even now the Doctor is constantly getting in trouble. In the Academy her teachers despised her because she and the Deca were always causing mischief and it’s something she has never been able to grow out of. She takes pride in the fact she has the record for most detentions in Gallifrey’s history.

Ginger Crème Brûlée: a gender headcanon (gender identity, gender presentation, butch/femme, gender feels, etc).Although the Doctor now identifies as a woman and much more feminine than before in human terms she would still probably refer to herself as non binary. She experimented for a while and definitely prefers female pronouns though.

Half Baked: a bad idea/poor planning headcanon.Although the Doctor likes to act like she’s organised and knows what she’s doing, usually she doesn’t. She’s been winging it for the last three thousand years and most of the time it’s worked.

Heartbreak Healer: a sad/angsty romantic or queerplatonic headcanon.The Doctor still has room in her hearts for every person she’s loved. Including those all the way back in her first body like her wife and Cameca.

Jasmine Peach Tea: a self-care/self-love headcanon.When the Doctor just needs a quiet time to herself, which happens more often than you’d imagine, she enjoys to get herself a herbal drink and read a book in the library. Either that or sit in the entrance of the TARDIS, feet dangling, and watch the universe.

Kahlua Almond Fudge: a language/words headcanon.The Doctor feels most comfortable speaking Gallifreyan. If she is on Earth she tries the speak English out of courtesy and because the translations are easier if she’s in a different country, but otherwise she speaks her first language.

Kiwi Midori: a creative arts headcanon.Disappointed she can’t play guitar anymore, the Doctor spent some time figuring out what this body enjoyed doing artistically. She soon found drawing. They’re usually sketches and she’s best at people, specifically faces.

Lemon Angel Food: a virtue headcanon.The Doctor tries very hard to keep to her promise of being kind. She is sick of being the Time Lord Victorious. She wants to simplify things and start again as just a friendly traveller and helper.

Lemon-Lime Sorbet: a sexual/NC-17 headcanon (alt: a secret(s) h/c).My Doctor is asexual, but whilst I was figuring out her sexuality I decided she would be a sub and have a major praise kink

Magic Mint Cookie: a magic/supernatural headcanon (alt: a taste h/c).I don’t know what to do for magic?? So I’ll do taste instead. 100% inspired by real events from Jodie, she can’t handle spices as much as she wants to. That won’t stop her eating very spic food though.

Masque of the Raspberry Sorbet: a fear/horror headcanon (alt: a costume(s)/facade(s) headcanon).Since being ducked as a witch, she has a fear of being submerged under water and drowning. It’s something she’s trying to overcome in her swimming pool because she doesn’t want anyone else to find out.

Neapolitan: an intimacy/vulnerability (or lack thereof) headcanon.The Doctor only really lets herself be intimate with people she has a long history with. She is a lot more eager to hug family members and old friends.

Orange Pineapple Whip: a kinky headcanon (alt: an eccentricity h/c).The Doctor is almost the definition of eccentric. Many people would call her whole outfit alone eccentric. She doesn’t notice though, and she doesn’t care. She is happy with who she is and that’s what matters to her.

Oreo Cheesecake: a physical health/disability headcanon.She doesn’t have any physical disabilities. The closest I can think is that her touch telepathy is stronger than other incarnations because they are the main sense for Time Lords.

Peanut Butter Plum Cherry: a soulmate/soulmate AU headcanon (alt: an unconditional love headcanon)She tries very hard not to fall in love with humans. Jamie was the first long term human relationship she had and losing him crushed her. Since then she’s tried and failed to stop falling in love with humans.

Phish Food: a music headcanon.I was discussing this a few weeks ago so this is perfect. The thirteenth Doctor is really into cheesy pop like Katy Perry and Taylor Swift. She also likes K-pop and J-pop. She likes the beat and rhythm of the music. She also likes how happy it all sounds.

Purple Daze: a stoner/drugs headcanon.In the Academy she would have ginger with Koschei (for anyone who doesn’t know, ginger canonically gets Time Lords high). The less said about those times at the Academy the better.

Rainbow Cream: a nature headcanon.If given the choice, the Doctor would enjoy spending the day relaxing next to a shallow river. That’s the most relaxing natural environment she can think of. Also a secluded beach.

Road Trip: a travel or escapism headcanon.Travelling is the Doctor’s life, it’s the most important thing to her. She loves the freedom it brings, the ability to go where and when she wants. She can’t imagine a different life style for her.

Rocky Road: a difficulty or struggle headcanon.The main thing the Doctor struggles with is the new sexism she has to face. Even the more minor things like how patronising men are towards her, literally and metaphorically looking down on her. She despises it and it makes her so angry.

SNAFU (Strawberries Naturally All Fudged Up): a mistake(s) headcanon.The Doctor really doesn’t like making mistakes. More than anything else she finds it embarrassing. And that’s really annoying.

Strawberry Rhubarb Crunch: a mental health/neurodivergent headcanon.The Doctor has PTSD definitely. Not just from the Time War but the many horrific things she has seen through her long life. I also see her having a Time Lord version of ADHD, but I need to do more research on that before I nail anything down.

Tennessee Mud: an alcohol, drunkenness, intoxication headcanon.It takes a lot to get the Doctor drunk, but when she does she’s giggly and affectionate. She will probably end up on your lap laughing at nothing.

Tuxedo Strawberry: a well-dressed headcanon (any headcanon about clothes).The Doctor tried to wear a dress the first time she had to wear formal clothing, but she just couldn’t with how impractical it was. Instead she prefers dressing up in a smart tux.

Vanilla Fudge Ripple: a strength headcanon.She has incredible upper body strength. She doesn’t get the chance to demonstrate it much, but it’s something she’s always had. She is also very emotionally and telepathically strong.

White Raspberry Truffle: a weakness headcanon.Daleks are her main weakness. They break down any morals she has set out and will do whatever it takes to get rid of them all. But losing her friends? That destroys her.

Wildberry Chocolate Chunk: a social life headcanon.She spends all her time with her fam. She tries not to spend too much time with other people because she’s scared of losing more people.

[ren1327]

Sweet Survivor Ch.1

Wet.

Something wet was on his cheek.

Oh gosh, everything hurt! His lower back felt like someone had poked it with a corkscrew.

He flexed his toes and could feel his shoes stretch a bit over them. At least he had that going for him.

He heard a grunt and opened his eyes, seeing a blurry shape. One asymmetrical.

“Bumpy?” He rasped.

He blinked and gasped.

She was much bigger!

Bumpy had to be at least four feet tall, with ridges on her back and a longer tail. She shuffled her feet excitedly as he smiled in relief at seeing his friend.

She grunted and nuzzled his shoulder, almost crooning.

“I’m okay…” He said, trying to sit up and wincing. “Scratch that. My tailbone is not…”

She turned and laid her tail next to him and he reached out to touch it, noting the heavy club it now sported. She gently lifted it, then lowered it again. She did it a few times and grunted, and he suddenly understood what she wanted.

He grabbed it and hissed as he was pulled up to his feet, body trembling with pain and fatigue.

“Thanks girl. Man, I could really go for some…” He patted his waist and gasped. “My pack! My…”

He looked up and saw the monorail, silent and empty. He gasped as he remembered what had happened, Darius clinging to his hand as Brooklynn and Kenji stood frozen with shock behind him. The fear gripped him again and he started to hyperventilate.

“They left me.” He said softly.

Bumpy barked, as if trying to tell him something.

He looked at her and she walked in a circle, barking again.

“Th-they probably went for help.” He said, trying to push down his anger and despair. “Darius would never leave one of us behind—”

He heard a faint roar in the distance.

“The T-Rex.” He whispered and Bumpy nudged him, knocking him halfway on her shell, her small spikes still round enough for him to lay on top of as she walked off, following the monorail.

“What? Where are you…”He moaned as his eye lids felt heavy again.

Ben groaned after a few feet, and she laid down, nudging him until he fully laid on top of her, clutching her shell as he tried desperately not to pass out, failing.

 *

When he woke up, they were on a concrete path.

“Bumpy? Where are you taking us, Girl?” He asked.

He saw a building coming up and smiled, laughing excitedly.

“The hotel?!”

Bumpy grunted and walked up the wheelchair ramp.

Ben got down and pushed at the automatic door, groaning when it wouldn’t budge. He tried to pry them open, arms shaking with strain.

Bumpy suddenly swung her tail and shattered a bottom panel of the thick plastic, causing him to shout. Ben chuckled and crawled through the new entrance, unlocking a swinging door for his friend to squeeze in and follow him.

He found an abandoned umbrella, long and missing a few spokes, and used it as a walking stick to get to the front desk, finding the security office behind it. Finding a key next to the computer, he opened the door to see all the cameras still operational.

“Maybe this place has a generator or something.” He said, and spied a sink in the corner, grabbing his dry throat.

He limped to it and turned it on, not caring when he leaned over and drank from the tap. It had that flat iron like taste, but other wise was clean. He gasped after drinking his fill.

“Plumbing…works…” He panted and went to look at the cameras.

They viewed the hallways, the daycare, the spa and fitness center, even the pool. All were empty with the windows covered.

He laughed happily. “No dinos. Not even a compy squeezed in!”

He turned to the open door and grinned at Bumpy. “It’s all our til the others come back!”

He found a map of the hotel.

“What would Darius do?” He asked, going back outside to the front desk and seeing a button that said; “Emergency only.”

He pressed it, and metal shutters fell over the front windows and door. Bumpy screeched in alarm and he pet her head, making her groan and stomp her foot.

“It’s okay girl.” He said and looked at a switch board for the lights, shivering when he remembered the monorail. He took a deep breath. He needed to secure the area.

“We got some work to do.” He said, grabbing a universal key card and a ring of keys, limping towards the kitchen.

 *

They had found some fruit that had yet to go bad and several crates of water, all he moved to the front of the dining area so he could get to it easier if his hips kept bothering him.

He then used a few backpacks from the gift shop to load up all the snacks at the register along with more water and a few changes of clothes down to underwear and new shoes. Bumpy didn’t seem bothered when he loaded them on her back for her to take back to where they would camp out.

He picked a large room on the ground floor and propped the double doors open so Bumpy could go in and out. He shut all the windows and curtains on the first three floors, quieting anything that would draw attention, making sure to unplug TVs, alarms and radios except for in his room. Going as far as to turn off the automatic indoor and outdoor lights and signposts from the security desk, masking the hotel in darkness.

After hours of shutting down as much as the hotel as he could, his body gave out and he collapsed on the bed. He still had eight floors to go!

His hips were screaming in pain and he took a generic pain killer with his dinner of fresh fruit, bread from the buffet area and beef jerky. He promised himself he would search the kitchen again before things went bad.

He took a deep breath after and nearly gagged at his own body odor.

He panted and got up, going to the bathroom and gasping at what he saw in the mirror.

His eyes looked sunken in, bruises all over his arms and legs. He saw his shirt torn in the back, lifting it to see the claw marks where the Pteranodon had grabbed him, deep purple bruising all over his side and his hip where he had landed.

He took a shuttering breath and hiccupped before the tears started and he couldn’t hold back his sobs.

He could have died.

He could have actually died and never seen his mom again.

He sat on the toilet lid and took gasping breaths and rubbed his arms to try and calm himself before turning on the shower and undressing to clean his wounds.

Finding a first aid kit, he sobbed more as he cleaned his wounds, trying to take deep breaths to clam his panic. Bumpy laid down outside the bathroom door, as if keeping watch.

He smiled softly and got in the shower, humming as the hot water hit his body. He looked over the mini shampoos and conditioners on a recessed shelf in the stone tile wall. He grabbed a rag and lathered up the soap, planning to scrub away the grime and blood and soak.

 *

He woke up in the still warm bath, the eucalyptus scent from the essential oils he found a little weaker. He groaned and got up, happy that the sharp pain in his hips had dulled to a manageable throb.

He dried his hair and wrapped himself in the white robe with the T-Rex emblem on the left side of his chest.

Bumpy groaned softly as he laid himself more gingerly on the bed, hugging a pillow and remembering for a moment ‘How is your grip this strong?!’

He smiled to himself, remembering the scent of the campfire, Darius groaning, Brooklynn and Sammy looking over her pictures and Yaz standing in the back next to the railing. His hands locked on Kenji’s bicep as he pulled hard, a surprised look on his face.

He always gravitated to Kenji.

Of course he did.

Kenji was strong.

Kenji was brave.

Kenji was confident.

And he was none of those things.

But there was something he noticed he and Kenji had in common.

Kenji was lonely.

And every time he clung to him, Kenji would push once and then allow him to stay. As if he wanted him to stay. Ben blushed and hugged the pillow tighter, squeezing his eyes shut.

He hoped he was okay. He hoped they all were.

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The hallway was dimly lit, just enough light emitted by the fluorescents on the walls to cast blue-haloed silhouettes over the team as they quietly crossed through the space station passageway. 

“We’ve got to be quick,” the Doctor whispered, her voice almost unheard over the heavy hum of the station’s internals, and the mechanical hiss of steam from all around them. “As soon as I raise the liquid hydrogen levels-”

“Doc, we know what to do.” Ryan assured her, looking to the other two companions to get a confirming nod of confidence. “You can trust us.”

The Doctor gave them a grin, head tilting a little. “Of course I trust my team.”

She passed Ryan and Graham, reaching into her pocket for a small device which she pressed into Yasmin’s palm. “Don’t press it until you’re at the TARDIS.”

Yaz frowned, recounting the Doctor’s plan in her head. “But what about you? If we detonate when you’re not in the TARDIS yet-”

“Don’t worry about me,” she countered gently, slipping her hand over Yaz’s. “Worry about this space station that’s about to crash into the Earth.”

It was so like her, to act in the interest of others like that.

“You just make sure you get outta’ that engine room before it explodes, alright Doctor?” Graham stepped closer, the tone of a worried friend. 

She cast a grin over her shoulder. “Promise.”

They were like family, the team of the three of them. Yaz and the Doctor, however, were a little closer than friends.

Her attention was brought back over as Yaz tapped her shoulder gently.

“Hey, come back safe.”

Yasmin took her hand from the Doctor’s, throwing them around the other’s neck and pulling her into a soft kiss, their bodies just brushing together- before they had to pull away. 

Ryan and Graham shared a look.

“Wait a minute-”

“Did you two just-”

The Doctor pressed one last kiss on Yaz’s cheek, before stepping back and starting toward the end of the hall. “Good luck,” She nodded to the boys. “Love you,” She called to Yaz, who smiled brightly.

Graham held out a hand to stop her- a frown of shock written over his expression. “Hold on, are you two dating?”

The Doctor turned, but kept walking, giving him a briefly frustrated shake of the head. “Not now, Graham. Off with you three, go on,” She shooed them with one hand, and just as soon as she’d started walking, she was jogging off toward the end of the hall- coat snapping against heels, leaving the three companions in empty silence.

“How’d we not notice that?” Ryan asked aloud, at which a dumbfounded Graham just shrugged his shoulders.

“Boys are idiots,” Yaz offered in response, and left it at that. 

“You’re safe!” 

The two embraced in a running hug, Yaz burying her face into the Doctor’s shoulder. 

“I said I would be, didn’t I?”

From the console platform, Ryan and Graham stood beside each other, watching the couple with subdued shock.

The two lingered in the hug for a moment, wrapping their arms around each other and holding one another close- before Graham cleared his throat, and they stepped apart. However, Yaz caught the Doctor’s hand, giving her hand a light squeeze.

“How long before you told us you two were dating, huh?” Graham asked with a bit of a grin in his tone. 

“What’d’you mean?” The Doctor asked, almost tipping onto the balls of her feet in fidgety exhilaration from the adventure. 

“We’ve been dating for, what, a couple of weeks?” Yaz added, peering over at her girlfriend for confirmation.

“Time is relative, love.” The Doctor corrected. “I think the boys have just been oblivious.”

“Yeah,” Ryan scoffed. “You’re telling me.”