The Lucky Life Of None (11th DoctorxReader)

I'm a bit sorry.

You walked into class with a fresh new attitude, and although you were still sort of angry with the Doctor, you also had newfound hope for everything that involved him. Every little thing that reminded you of him, including the history class that you were in right now.

The bell rung, but your professor was nowhere to be seen. Usually he harped on anyone who wasn't in class as long as two minutes before the bell. It wasn't even a school regulated bell; you didn't have those anymore. He actually brought his own bell to school, and swore by it. Today, not so much, as he wasn't even here. You tugged on the bowtie you'd been loaned by the Doctor Wednesday. You usually didn't sport bowties, or shirts designed for ties at all, but you'd been drawn to it today. You settled for a slightly classier look for your Friday classes, with the added jean and boot, and even wore makeup to compliment the accessory.

People around you started to murmur as late stragglers rushed in, herded by a soft, tenor voice. It was pleasant, but much younger than your professor's.

"Alright, you all. In the classroom. In, in, in." The last of the stragglers waddled in and took their seats. A man dressed in professional clothing closed the door behind him. You couldn't see much of him, because his back was turned as he secured the knob, but he wore a simple brown, knee- cut coat with black slacks and black lace- up boots that went around his small ankles into his pants. On his head, which you strangely hadn't noticed before, he wore a bright red fez above his rich brown hair. He turned and you could get a better look at him. He wore a black vest with a brown and white striped button- up shirt with a... bow tie. It was a bow tie just like the one you had on.

You looked up at his face. The Doctor smiled into the crowd of students. You hid your face behind your history binder. Why was he here?

"Well hello, class. " he said excitedly. "I know you were expecting your usual teacher to direct you this morning,  however, due to a sudden but temporary ailment, he will be quite inactive today." He paused, still grinning out to the class. "I will be your substitute." He walked over to the board and began to write something in some type of elaborate circle drawing- the same as you'd seen in his room- but just as soon erased it. You were close enough to hear him say:

"Oh no, that's not the right language." He then began to write "The Doctor" big and proud. "My name is..." He pointed to the board, prompting the classroom to, in unison, say his name. One student yelled out.

"The Doctor what, Doc?"

"Yeah, almost every teacher here's a doctor." Another chimed in. You began to worry. What if he didn't have a proper alias? What if he got caught because he didn't have a proper name?

"Doctor Smith." The Doctor spoke out naturally. "The name is John Smith, however, I much more prefer 'The Doctor'." The classroom fell silent. The Doctor looked around nervously.
"I rather like to flaunt my degree." The class laughed. They were buying it. "Anyway, so what's on the curriculum today?" He questioned, taking his fez off and setting it neatly on the teacher's desk.

"Oh -er- by the way, has anyone seen a (Y/f/n) here?" Your stomach dropped to the floor. Oh no. "I believe your teacher has something here for you." You slyly looked around to see if anyone had noticed you. Everyone was also looking around for you, although not nearly enough of them knew who you were or what you looked like.

"No?" He concluded, as no one had actually noticed you or at least voiced that they had. You chanced a look over the top of your binder- to an unfortunate end. You locked eyes. The Doctor sighed, although you could tell that there was some kind of joy that your presence kindled behind his eyes.  He stuck his finger out at you and bent it towards himself.

You slowly sat up  and made your way down the mountain of seats. The Doctor met you halfway at the bottom of the stairs and helped you down.  Your heart jumped.