A Match Made in Heaven | Doctor X OMC | Doctor Who

Victory of the Daleks

Despite the urge the Doctor felt to run off to their next adventure, he knew that there was something more important he had to do first. He turned to his companions with a sigh.

'Right, follow me,' he started as he walked quickly over to the stairs. He needed a moment alone with Haylen to start working on some barriers. Another trip like the last one and he might go mad worrying about the other man.

It didn't take long for the three of them to come across a door with Amy's name on the front, and he gave the Tardis' wall a soft pat. There she went, reading his mind again.

'Here we go Amy. You should probably get some sleep. Oh! And a shower.'

He realised he may have said the wrong thing when he spotted her eyes narrow at him. He took a healthy step back, hoping to remove himself from the imminent threat that was an angry Amy.

'Are you saying I stink?!'

'Yes,' Haylen said from a few steps behind both of them. The Doctor turned to the other man in surprise. Where was his sense of self preservation?

'What?!' Amy said sharply.

'You both smell like sick. Old, dry sick, but sick nonetheless.'

The Doctor took in the blank look on Haylen's face and couldn't help but smile. The man was very blunt. At least he didn't have to worry about trying to figure out what he meant. Some of his companions had had a hidden meaning behind every other sentence, and it was very frustrating navigating that mine field.

He saw Amy open and close her mouth a couple of times in surprise before she lifted a shoulder and sniffed like she had back in the over-spill pipe.

'Oof! No kidding. Yup, shower time,' she said before disappearing into her new room.

Well, that dispensed with that, the Doctor thought wryly.

'And now,' he said, pausing dramatically, 'for you.' He pointed a finger at Haylen with a mock serious look on his face.

The response he got was just a serious nod. He had to smile again. There was something so refreshing about someone who took things at face-value.

'Right, come along, Pond Two,' he called as he turned and moved further down the corridor.

He was confused when they didn't immediately come to Haylen's new room. Just where had the old girl put his other companion's room, he wondered.

'Where are you taking us, huh?' he asked softly as he ran a hand over the wall to his right. 'Where have you put his room?'

Once he started to recognise the turns they were making, he slumped slightly. Of course she had done this. She was always trying to meddle in his life, he thought. He wasn't sure what to feel about the fact that it looked like the Tardis had roomed Haylen not far from his own room.

Sure enough, a few more steps brought them to a door that hadn't been there just two days before. He stared at the name plate for a second before pouting up at the ceiling.

'Look's like this is you,' he said as he turned back to his companion. He would have to have words with the Tardis later. It wouldn't do to fight with her in front of anyone else.

It completely slipped his mind that Haylen was also able to communicate with the ship.

He watched as the other man took in the door, and couldn't help but think that the style suited him. It was just a plain metal door coated in a deep blue paint with frosted over panels of glass down the middle. It was charming, in a very straight forward way, much like the person it had been designed for.