My Hope (Doctor Who x reader)

1: The Last Human

"And next, we welcome Y/n."

Rose looked up at the doctor confused. "Y/n of what?" she asked, "They've all been announced with where they're from. What about her?"

He looked back at her with an equally perplexed expression. "I'm not quite sure. I've never seen her in my life."

The woman in question approached with a blank face, glancing between the two of them. "As my gift," she began, reaching into her small purse, "I offer you a bracelet handmade. Here, I made sure to bring extras for plus-ones."

She pulled out two bracelets, made of string and bead that looked straight from a children's sleepover or summer camp. The two she grabbed at random were blue and orange, but after taking a second glance at Rose, she switched the orange for pink. The strange woman handed them over the the uninvited guests with a nod, and then waited for their gift in return.

The Doctor smiled, "And as my gift, I offer you air from my lungs." He took in a breath and exhaled (very exaggeratedly) toward the woman. Her face screwed up into a sort of cringe before falling flat again and she nodded out of nothing more that awkward formality. Once the germ-filled gift was exchanged, Y/n turned on her heel and began to walk away from the pair. The Doctor and Rose glanced between each other briefly.

"Er, wait. I was jus' wondering—"

"Excuse me sir, but save the chatter for after the introductions. It would be quite rude to stop and talk now."

A few more bizarre aliens showed up before the most important guest was wheeled in. Skin stretched thin between a metal frame with a face in the center, sans the nose. There were two attendants alongside the flesh, each with a sort of spray bottle in hand. The skin was introduced as the last human, Cassandra of planet Earth.

"Well what about her, then?" Rose asked quietly, nodding toward the odd woman called Y/n and nothing else. "She looks rather human to me. What do you think, Doctor?"

"I look rather human, too. No reason to pass judgement like that."

"You're not human?"

"Nope."

As her gift, Cassandra brought what was known to be the last ostrich egg in existence. She told some outlandish tale of what the creature was, embellishing it with fire breath and the like. Rose, who had walked around the room the see the flesh from all angles, finally felt out of her depths. Call it culture shock if you'd like, but all she knew was that maybe, just maybe, the end of the Earth was a bad choice for a first field trip (and alongside that came the thought that the Doctor was horrible with foreign communication and empathy in general). The stories were over, and Rose was about to exit the room, but the Doctor suddenly spoke up.

"Hold on, if you're the last human, then what is she? Looks pretty human to me," he said while gesturing toward the very unamused Y/n. His companion scoffed from across the room. So much for shoddy judgment.

"Her? Don't make me laugh. Really, don't. She's not human at all! Well, not pure, at least. Nothing but a mutt."

Rose decided then and there that she was not a fan of Cassandra, and that maybe she should talk to Y/n. She wasn't entirely sure why; perhaps it was because she was the closest to what she knew, or maybe because it looked like she wouldn't care about Rose's ignorance on the world of the future. She didn't really look like she cared about much.

"Well that's rude, isn't it?"

"It's true, though," the woman in question spoke up, leaning against the wall. "I'm not really a full human. Hardly even a bit. I wouldn't count myself as one."