our stars (doctor who) EDITING

15- relaxing

The Doctor's P.O.V
She continued to steal my bow ties, and look like a female me. I was quite disturbing when people on alien planets 'hit on her', because they thought she was my twin sister.
Since when did the Doctor get a sister!
This particular morning, the Dreamer was in an extremely happy mood. She ruffled my hair and cuddled me until I woke up.
"Morning, my adventurer." She whispered in my ear, draping her hands around my neck, sending shivers down my spine.
This was extremely different from her 'now usual' wake-up routine. She usually jumped on me and even resorted to screaming if I didn't wake up right away.
"Morning, my beautiful." I mumbled in her ear.
"That doesn't make sense. You can't take somebody's characteristics as your own, you do not own my beaut-" She complained.
"Shh. I liked it better when you were playing with my hair." I murmured, burying my face in the crook of her neck.
We stayed like that for a while, her fiddling with my hair, while I sat there, sighing slightly. I love adventuring more than anything, and I was itching to go do something. But today she seemed content to sit here and cuddle.
"I love you." She said suddenly.
"W-What?" Her statement caught me off-guard.
"This is when you say you love me too, stupid head." She muttered.
"You know I love you, more than I love adventures." I said, scoffing quietly at her sarcastic manner.
"Well, duh. It's just nice to hear."
"Oi, Doctor! Speaking of adventures, lets go on one!" A voice rang through the door.
"I'm busy!" I shouted.
Oops, that probably sounded off. I can just picture Rory grinning suggestively, and Amy wiggling her eyebrows.
"Okie-Dokie Doctor!" Amy sang through the door.
The Dreamer rolled her eyes and nuzzled my chest slightly.
"I want to go back to sleep, but I can't." She whispered, tugging at the bottom of my shirt.
The Dreamer began tracing things with her finger at the back of my neck. She sent shivers down my spine with every breath against my chest.
"I do love you." I whispered into her hair.
"I know that, silly."
"I know, but it is nice to hear every once in a while."
"Everyday." She mumbled, her voice groggy with sleep.
I pulled her closer to me and rubbed her back slightly.
"I don't want to go on an adventure today." I murmured to her. "I just want to stay here with you."
And it was the truth.
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The Dreamer's P.O.V
I finally awoke from a dreamless sleep with the Doctor messing about with my hair. It grew in length since I regenerated, and I love having this amazingly long hair. It's fun! Except for the brushing part. Oh! What's this! Oh yeah, my throat hurts, and I've been restraining my coughs for quite a while now.
Making me feel like I'm suffocating.
The Doctor pulled me closer as I sneezed into his chest, covering my mouth with my hand.
"Are you sick?" He asked worriedly. "Oh, I hope it's not from Planet K78. They have horrid diseases. Extreme coughing fits. Hallucinations, extremely temporary memory loss. The works."
I widened my eyes at the nonchalant Doctor, as I couldn't restrain the tickle in my throat. I turned away from him and let out a loud, hacking cough.
"Oh, oh no." He muttered, brushing my hair to the side.
"When did we get a cat?" I mumbled, reaching out to touch the creature. It disappeared. "Oh, wait. It's gone!"
Then a strange man with a pointy chin and messy brown hair looked down at me in worry.
"Who are you?" I asked, backing away from him as I coughed more.
"Oh, okay you're definitely sick. I'm the Doctor and I save people! You love me, because I'm your soulmate, a Time Lord from Gallifrey!"
The strange man walked towards me and crouched down.
"I know somewhere, you'll remember me." He said quietly.
"Who are you?" I whispered, dangerously close to tears.
"Someone who loves you." He said.
"I swear, I have no clue who you are." I said, pushing myself up and running to the door, which automatically locked itself.
"Please don't hurt me!" I cried, falling into a ball on the floor.
"And why would I ever want to do that?" He asked softly.
He pried my hands off my face when I finally remembered.
"Doctor?" I asked, lifting up a hand to touch his cheek.
"Yes." He whispered, wiping away my tears with his thumbs.
I felt the sudden urge to puke.
I ran from him to the bathroom and held myself over the toilet bowl, throwing up last night's dinner. I felt the Doctor pull my hair away from my face.
"And why am I throwing up?" I coughed.
"A symptom I forgot."
I sighed.
"But my stomach doesn't hurt." I complained.
"It's random. Comes and goes whenever it wants." He explained, patting my back.
"Urg." I groaned, leaning over the toilet. "I feel like poop."
"You're not poop!"
"I just feel like it."
I sighed and fell back onto the Doctor's chest.
"Do we have a movie room?" I asked suddenly, having an idea.
"We have everything." He scoffed.
I led the Doctor downstairs, grabbing a large bucket from the kitchen.
"To the movie room!" I yelled.
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The Doctor's P.O.V
After finishing the movies Aladdin and Cinderella, both of which had interesting names, the Dreamer had fallen asleep in my lap, our hands intertwined with mine. She would probably feel better when she wakes up.
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"Adventures!" Someone shouted in my ear.
I winced slightly and looked up at the excited Dreamer, who looked like she's been already up for several hours.
"Nope! Not until I know you're fully better!" I said, tapping the Dreamer on the nose.
"That's boring. I'm itching to go somewhere exciting and life-threatening! So are you." She complained, rolling off of my middle.
I heaved myself out of bed and got dressed. The Dreamer hadn't worn one of my bowties, but wore my old leather jacket I used to adore.
"This thing is warm!" She shouted, rolling up the sleeves slightly.
"Let's go almost die." I said, pulling at things on the console as the Dreamer led the Ponds downstairs.
"Let's go." She said, planting a kiss on my cheek.