Doctor Who Imagines

11th Doctor x Reader

Imagine: Waking up on a in a different time period, with no idea how you got there, or where the Doctor is, only to find out that he needs saving.

"Ugh..." the dull ache at the base of my skull caused me to groan as I stood up from the damp ground. The cold air wrapped around me like a blanket, sending chills down my spine as I looked around the snow covered forest. Where the hell am I? When the hell am I?

"Hello?" a man's voice made me spin around. My eyes widened at the sight of a soldier, a Confederate soldier, to be exact.

"You're a...okay," I nodded, taking in a deep breath.

"What are ya doin' out here?" he asked, his southern accent very prominent.

"I uh...got lost," I wrapped  my arms around myself, trying to warm myself up, "I'm sorry, could I have the year?"

He gave me an odd look, "Why, it's 1863."

"Right. I'm smack dab in the middle of the bloody Civil War," I muttered under my breath.

"What was that?"

"Hmm? Nothing," I shook my head, "Tell me, soldier, where's the nearest town?"

"Not for miles, due north," he informed, "But I can take ya back to the camp, if ya want."

"Uh, yeah, that would be great," I smiled gratefully, "How far is that?"

"Not to far," he looked over me as the two of us started to walk, "Might I get you're name, ma'am?"

"[Y/N]," I introduced, holding out a hand.

"I'm Colonel Samuel Williams," he took my hand and shook it, "It's strange seeing someone out in the middle of the forest in harsh conditions like this, wearing fabrics like that."

I looked down at my clothes and frowned, "Yeah...well, I'm daft."

"I can't say I've seen clothes like that before on a woman."

"They're just jeans," I pulled the light jacket I was wearing closer to myself, "Females aren't confined  to dresses, Colonel."

"Never said they were, ma'am. Just find it strange, is all," he glanced over me one more time, "Tell me, what's your stance on the war?"

I opened my mouth to answer, but immediately closed it. I wasn't about to tell a Confederate soldier that I didn't believe in what he was putting his life on the line for. Slavery, without a doubt, was awful. But I couldn't just say that, I'd be persecuted!

"I'm very indifferent about the whole matter, if you don't mind my saying," I decided on telling him, "I have my own matters to concern myself with."

He nodded, "I respect that."

I looked over at Samuel, taking in his appearance. He wasn't very old, mid-twenties at most. His grey uniform contrasted against the wooden musket he had at his side, and his brunette hair was just long enough to escape the bottom of his hat. He had this look about him...a sort of contrite look, making me curious.

"Colonel Williams-"

"Please, call me Samuel," he gave a small smile.

"Samuel," I nodded, "If you uh...don't mind my asking...what is your stance on the war?"

He hesitated to answer, which was an answer enough. "I defend the Confederacy, ma'am. It's my duty," he informed curtly

"Why? Do you believe slavery is morally right, or is there some other reason you're doing it?" I risked asking.