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Saved By A Mad Man (11thDoctorxreader)

        The man in a bow tie. Always there, but not for long. Whenever I am at death's door he appears for a moment to pull me away and disappears again. I never even got to ask for his name. Until the day of my 21st birthday. The day the man came to stay. The day I finally learned the man's name. The Doctor.

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     The bright light. The cold. The shrill sound of my fearful cry. Those are the things I knew as soon as I entered this strange world. I was being held in a nurse's arms as she checked my vision and hearing. I was scared and angry. I wanted out of this world. I hated it. That is until I was put in my mother's arms. I stopped crying and was consumed by her warmth and soothing voice. I didn't know at that time she was my mother. All I knew was this woman would keep me safe and warm and soon fell asleep in her arms.

        I woke up in soft blankets. I had a odd thing with scribbles on my leg.  It was to show who I was and who my parents were. I looked around to see other infants like me all bundled up. Some crying, some laughing, and some sleeping. I didn't like being bundled up. Made me feel trapped and caged in. I cried and cried until a nurse came. I didn't like her. She kept telling my to shut up. She had a hoarse voice unlike my mother's soothing one I came to love. I kept crying. The nurse distractedly set me on the table to change me and went to go get my drink. I felt a little better. Not trapped or caged, but I still felt like I had somewhere to go. Something to do. I struggled to move, my arms and legs flailing around me. Then I rolled over.

        I was happy that I was getting somewhere, but suddenly horrified to find that somewhere was the floor. As an infant the floor is so far away and I began to fall. I cried and screamed for someone, anyone, even the mean nurse would do. Then I fell into a pair of strong hands. The caught me and I rose along with them. I looked up at the person connected to those hands, but could only see up to his bow tie. It was a crimson red and his chin, oh his chin! It was huge! I touched it and it moved as the man spoke.

        "It's okay, (Y/N). I'm here. I got you" The man's voice was soft and soothing like my mother's but deeper. I calmed down and cooed as my way to say thank you. The man's chest vibrated as he chuckled and looked down at me. His green eyes and floppy hair, framing his baby face and chin made me smile. Being so young I didn't know what handsome was, but he was. 

        "Your Welcome" My eyes widened. He could understand me? This was very odd. All the other people could only tell what I needed by me crying. They always had to guess. It got tiring after a while. The man smiled at me and then put me back in my enclosed bed putting the blanket over me,but not tucking me in. I felt happier that he understood my feeling about being tucked in.

        I wanted the man to stay longer, but I could here footsteps coming and I turned my head and the man has vanished. I could hear a whoosing sound in the distance. I wanted the man to come back, but couldn't stay awake any longer. I lied down my head and closed my eyes, falling into a deep sleep...

-----------------------5 years later--------------------------------------------------------------------------

     I grabbed a crimson crayon, a perfect match to the bow tie I remember him wearing. I filled it in slowly, not wanting to mess up all my hard work. Finally, I was done. I looked over my masterpiece with a toothy smile. It was one of my best drawings of the man. The man with the bow tie. I used brown for his floppy hair, a light green for his eyes and a tan for his skin. I picked it up and with my bare feet rushing across the floor, I ran to my mother and father to show them what I made. 

        I just stepped outside when I strong gust of wind made my (H/C) hair cover my face and in an effort to clear my vision, I accidentally let go of my drawing. I cried out and rushed after it. The piece of paper rode the wind to the tree and got caught on a branch.

        I didn't think on getting mother or father to help. I just was thinking about the drawing. I had to get it. I was careful not to rip my (F/C) dress and reached for the lowest branch. As I grabbed it I used all my strength to pull myself up and on top of it. I smiled at my bravery and continued to the top branch where my drawing was.

        I slowly made my way onto the branch and made a mad grab for my drawing and pulled it close to me. It was too late that I realized the danger I put myself in. I heard a startling crack behind me and  turned around to see the branch I was on loose hold of the tree and begin to fall. I screamed and fell, narrowly avoiding branches below. 

        The I fell into a man's arms. I still held the drawing to my chest as I looked up and met the man's eyes. The man in my drawing. I smiled and hugged him as he held me. He tensed  up and gently put me down and rushed off. I began to chase after him, but I was stopped by my mother pulling me into her arms asking what happened, but I didn't answer. I was too busy thinking about the man who saved my life twice...

--------------------7 years later-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------

        The pain. The blood trickling down from my broken nose as I lay on the ground, crying. The other students were laughing, taunting as they kicked me and punched me black and blue. Tears flowed down my face as I cried out, begging them to stop. I tried to stand, but the pain was too much and they just kept beating back down. Then I heard the sound.

        The sound always releated to the man in the bow tie. I cried out once more to let him know I was here. I knew he would save me. He did twice already. My breath was shallow and my voice hoarse as the kids kept kicking and punching.

        Then he appeared. He scared the kids away, yelling at them and shaming them. I say the kids run and the sounds and voices become distant as I slowly started to become unconscious. The man picked me up gently and brought me to my house , running and I realized something. I felt two heartbeats against me. I must have been imagining it, I thought. No one has two hearts. No one human that is. 

        I looked at the man's face. He looked the same as it did the first two times I saw him. Exactly the same. Nothing about him changed. He knocked at the door of my house and my mother gasped at my condition and carried me in her arms, sobbing. She thanked the man and called an ambulance.  It came soon and I was placed on a rolling bed and put into the back. The man was gone, but that didn't surprise me. He never stays. I fainted due to the pain and everything went black...

----------------------6 years later---------------------------------------------------------------------------------

        I tried to avoid the car, but my reaction was too late. It came at my from the side. It was the one who ran the red light, not me. So why was I the one dieing? Why was I the one flipped over in the car, glass embedded in my skin and a concussion? I had no idea. The heat around me rose as the car began to burn. With me still inside.

        I tried to remain calm as I prayed and listened for that sound of my guardian angel. Moments passed as the heat and pain got even worse and everything was fading and getting blurry. Then I heard it, just as I began to loose hope. I heard buzzing and the door being slammed open. I saw the man reaching out to me , pulling me quickly, but gently out of the burning car. I as picked up into his familiar arms and listened to his heart beats that I came to accept were real. He was not human, he was my guardian angel in a bow tie.

        I heard the abmulance and fire trucks and police heading down the highway to us. The man rushed me to them and kissed my forehead and he once again disappeared as I was rushed to the hopspital. Little did I know that the next time I see him would be the day that my life would change forever...