Doctor who one shots/imagines BOOK 2🌏

return to gallifrey (11)

The Doctor was angry. I could see it in his eyes, the way he stared at the console with such disgust and torment in his face. I knew something was wrong, I could tell. I always knew. "Doctor?" I watched him from the staircase, as he looked across at me. "Y/n- what are you doing up? It's late." I rub my eyes, as I slowly sat down, still on edge. "You're upset." He looked away, silently. "Just go to sleep, let's talk about this tomorrow." He made me nervous, I could never tell how he would react. "Doctor, please just talk to me." I was sure that he was ready to snap. "What don't you understand? I told you to go to sleep. Just go to bed." He sighed angrily, as he watched the screen once again. "Why are you doing this? We won't talk about it tomorrow, you always say this and it never happens." He clenched his fists, "This has nothing to do with you!" He snapped, as I frowned, a bit shocked at his reply. "And you wonder why no one wants to be around you." I stand up, as I go to turn away. "Maybe it's because you are the problem, y/n." Oh, I wasn't having this. "Excuse me? I'm the problem? You won't talk to me, Doctor! You're just bitter because Amy and Rory are gone!" I take a shaky breath, "You're not seriously going there. Don't you dare go there with me." He glared, "I want you to take me home first thing in the morning, Doctor. End of discussion." I walk away from him, slamming the door as I felt the tears fill my eyes. "Shit." I whispered, as I ran my hands through my hair, I was beyond hurt. Angry.

"Y/n, open the door." I couldn't bare to speak to him now, I was hurting and I needed to be alone. "Just leave me alone, Doctor." I sit down on the bed, as I felt my chest become tight, like I couldn't breathe. "You're right. I am hurt. I'm sad and I know that it doesn't help when I react that way. I do need you- I really do. I can't take you home, y/n. I really need you." He spoke softly, as I broke into tears. "Doctor- please." I couldn't even breathe, I panicked to get my breath. As he opened the door, he pulled me close to his chest. "Hey- hey, I'm here. It's okay, I'm here. Just breathe with me." He whispered, as I try to catch my breath, I wrap my arms around him tightly as he ran a hand through my hair. "Shhh, it's okay. It's okay." I didn't ever want to let him go, he was everything I needed. "I found Gallifrey. It's still there, right where I left it." I wipe my tears, "It's still there? How?" I watch him, as he looked down. "There's nothing left, y/n. The planet that I ran away from, my home.. it's gone. It's just rock. My home is destroyed. And it was all my fault." I shake my head, "No. You did what you had to, Doctor. And I'll never see you any differently for the past, because that's all it is.. it's in the past." He smiled a little, sadly as I kiss his cheek. "Get some rest." He whispered, kissing my forehead as he gently laid me down. I watch as he leaves, closing the door behind. I take a breath, as I stare up at the ceiling, just wide awake.

The next morning, I woke up and got ready for the day before I slowly go down to the console room. "How are you feeling?" He asked, "I'm okay. I just felt tired, I guess." I sit down, as he nodded. "Can we start over?" I smiled a bit, "Yeah. I think we should." I watch him, as my heart beat sped up. He made my heart smile, I couldn't tell him how I felt now, not after seeing how upset he was about Gallifrey last night. He had too much on his mind, I couldn't add any more confusion into that. "Everything okay?" He frowned, "Yeah, I'm fine." He watched me, "No, you're not telling me the whole truth. Come on. Out with it." He knew me so well, I couldn't hide anything from him. "Have you ever loved someone so much that the thought of them just made your heart stop?" He leaned against the console, "Yes. One too many times." I looked down. "That's how it feels. Just like my heart just doesn't work right unless they're beside me." He seemed confused. "Are you in love?" I nodded, hesitantly. "Tell me about him." I look up, nervously. "Do you really want to know?" He smiled. "Of course I do. You're my best friend, y/n. It's been five years and there is no one I want beside me but you." I play with my hands, "It's like you're floating on water, knowing you could drown any second.. but you take the risk because you know it's worth that moment knowing you could let it consume you." I take a breath, "That's beautiful." I shrugged, "I guess so. But I can't tell him. He'll never know how I feel. I've accepted that now. I have to let go."

"Why would you let that go? That seems like a very powerful love, y/n. You can't keep it to yourself. How long have you felt this way?" I couldn't even look at him, he just made me feel like I couldn't breathe. "Four years." I mumbled. "Four- four years?" He was trying to piece it together, I could tell. "Maybe five." He froze, "Oh. Oh." There it was. "I need some air." I stood up, as he grabbed my arm as I walked by. "Please don't run away from this." I look up at him, "Only love could hurt like this." His eyes softened. "Why didn't you tell me sooner?" The tears fell down my face. "Because you're hurt, Doctor. You've lost Amy and Rory. You don't deserve to feel even worse than you already do." He pulled me into his arms tightly, "God, y/n. Don't say that. If you love me, I wish you'd told me. I've had feelings for you- for so long. I never thought you'd feel the same way." I grip onto his back, almost desperately. "I need you." He told me, as I sobbed into his shoulder. "It's going to be okay, I promise you. We have each other. And I'm never going to leave you. I love you, y/n." I nodded gently, as I lean against his chest.

"I love you too, Doctor."