A Detour To Spain. || Fourth Doctor ||

A Detour To Spain.

"Ah!" [F/N] shrieked as they ran into the TARDIS, the Doctor slamming the door behind them. The ice monster banged on the doors, rattling them slightly. [F/N] could see the doors cave just a bit with each hit. "Doctor, quickly!" They yelped, rushing forward to lean against the door, keeping the monster out. The Doctor ran around the center console, fiddling with knobs and dials, flicking switches and punching in coordinates.

"Yes, yes, my dear, I know! Now, where would you like to go?" He grinned that wide grin of his, his eyes sparkling.

[F/N], however, was not as amused. They were cold, and they were scared, and they were a couple hits away from dying. "Anywhere but here!" They snapped back, leaning even more into the door. They lurched forward as the creature pounded against the doors again. They sighed in relief as they heard the familiar wheezing noise, but yelped as, with one last bang of the TARDIS doors, the monster sent [F/N] flying onto the floor. They hit the ground with a sickening thud.

"[F/N]? [F/N]! Are you alright?" The Doctor's sonorous voice was full of worry, and [F/N] could vaguely hear his quick footsteps over their groaning. He bent down over them, his large frame casting a shadow. [F/N] rolled over, blinking, trying to get a sense of their surroundings. They huffed, the Doctor's wonderfully stupid long scarf tickling their face. "Oh, dear, you're bleeding!" The Doctor gently touched their cheek, which had been scraped in the fall. He dug around in his pocket for a bandage, pulling one out with a triumphant look. He grabbed [F/N]'s chin carefully, turning their face to the side to apply the bandage. "There," he said, before ducking down and pressing a swift kiss to the bandage, "all better."

[F/N]'s cheeks were red, and they'd blame it on the cold 'til the day they die. "Thanks, Doctor. Where are we?" Sitting up, they accepted the arm the Doctor held out.

"Oh, same planet, just about 5,000 miles away," he explained cheerfully.

"Ah. That explains the cold, then." [F/N] was, indeed, freezing. Still, despite the cold, they went and peered out the door. They were greeted with a beautiful snowscape that stretched for miles and miles, glistening in the light of twin moons due to a thin sheet of ice covering the whole horizon. They felt the warm presence of the Doctor behind them, examining the scenery from over [F/N]'s shoulder.

"Why aren't you wearing a coat, you foolish, foolish human?" It wasn't an insult, nor did it come off as mean in any way.

"You told me we were making a pit stop in Spain, remember?" [F/N] swiveled around, an eyebrow raised accusingly. The ruffled white shirt under a thin, red, V-neck jumpsuit with wide, flared legs wasn't doing much to halt their shivering.

"No, it seemed to have slipped my mind," the Doctor responded, straight-faced, before breaking out in his famous, dazzling grin that made the skin around his eyes crinkle and didn't stop until it had spread to [F/N]'s face, too. He shut the door gently behind them. "Now, come here." He opened up his jacket, allowing [F/N] to slip inside and wrap their arms around his back in a tight hug. He wrapped the coat back around the both of them, looping his scarf around both of their necks, too.

[F/N] sighed. With all the running, they sometimes forgot how amazing the Doctor's hugs felt. They pressed their cheek into the Doctor's vest, breathing deeply. "I thought we were going to die, Doctor," they said quietly into his chest, "We've been on so many adventures and every one was dangerous, but this was the first time that I could feel the monster, so close to us, so close to getting us. I was so scared. I didn't want to lose you."

The Doctor could feel the frown [F/N] had on their face. He tried not to let it be infectious. With all of his companions, he didn't want to imagine the pain of losing [F/N]. They were so, so, special, and so, so, kind. He lifted them up gently, placing their feet on top of his, and buried his face in their hair. He could hear them giggle slightly as his curls tickled their face. "I don't want to lose you, either," he replied, starting to rock them around the control room. He loved [F/N]'s company. They knew exactly what to say to make him smile, to make him laugh. They listened when he spoke, and seemed to take his words to heart. They were curious, and funny, and genuine. And, they gave the best hugs. [F/N] was the reason he sometimes wondered about how to expand the human lifespan. He knew he shouldn't mess with that, but a not-so-little part of him was desperate to show them every planet in the universe, every star and major event. He hoped one day to show them his home, and the seas of red grass and silver trees. He just wondered if he'd have the time. How many days, hours, he'd have left. He chuckled ruefully to himself. A Time Lord without time? His musings were cut short by a now warm pair of hands gently pressing themselves on his face, pulling him out of his thoughts.

"Don't you fret, Doctor. I'm here. You may not be able to spend your whole life with me, but I am more than willing to spend mine with you. Even when I'm gone, know that you've made me the happiest being in the universe, just by sharing your time with me," [F/N] confessed, a sweet, sweet smile on their face as they looked directly into the Doctor's eyes. There weren't many people who could look the Doctor in the eyes and see him. Much less know how he thinks. When [F/N] did, it sent a chill up his spine, but also made his hearts feel strangely fuzzy. Like he was being picked apart. Usually, the Doctor was very careful about keeping his inner workings closely guarded, but for some reason, if it was [F/N], he didn't mind.

The Doctor sent another one of his million-dollar smiles their way, his mood greatly lifted, and feeling, deeply, more at peace. He suddenly tightened his hands on [F/N]'s back, pulling them into him as picked them up and spun them 'round and 'round. He allowed himself to laugh along with them, the two sounds complimenting each other perfectly. He set them down, continuing his spinning until he was on the other side of the control panel, opposite to [F/N]. He leaned over it, an adventurous glint in his eye.

"Now, Spain?"