Harry Potter, Sherlock, Doctor Who and Supernatural Imagines

Imagine #198 - Drifting

Imagine slumping into the TARDIS, your brain squeezing and pounding. Travelling with the Doctor was overwhelming at times, and being introverted meant that too many social interactions when visiting places, quickly drained your energy to the point of slumping over on the floor of the TARDIS as to give yourself time to breathe. The Doctor had swiftly figured out your need to be alone for a while, even if he was used to a constantly curious companion. This then triggered a habit for the both of you. It satisfied both of your needs: for you to sit quietly but still feel someone there, and for The Doctor to be near someone, talking or not. Your compromise consisted of sitting in the doors of the TARDIS, floating above a calming planet.

You would trudge in after an eccentric visit, eyes drooping and mind feeling crowded with echoing noises of various voices you had come into contact with. The Doctor would swoop in around you to fiddle and flick a few switches, the TARDIS would shudder and then a gentle hand would guide you back towards the door to sit and breathe in the cool air of open space.

A few times, you would feel The Doctors hand fall on top of yours, his fingers curling around yours. It was in those moments you would remember his pledge he had admitted to you: I can't fall in love. You had turned it over in your mind since and you realised how much it did make sense. But that didn't stop the sad empathy you had aching for this lonely man. To travel through space and time was one thing, but to do it alone seemed so isolating.

It was after an encounter with the infamously flirtatious Captain Jack Harkness, his meet-ups always draining you the most, no matter how much you enjoyed his company, you and the Doctor had fallen into the routine of perching on the edge of the TARDIS. Looking down over the random planet he had selected, your feet dangling into the dark abyss, your head leant against the soft blue wood and eyes narrowed to an almost-closed relaxed state, you felt entirely peaceful. Focusing your mind on the planet as a way to melt away your crowded thoughts, you noticed the swirls of beige and orange that created its atmosphere, but what was most intriguing was the chill you felt even through the invisible barrier around the TARDIS.

The Doctor peeked over at you as a violent shiver sunk through your clothes and into your bones. He started to wiggle and Tilting off his large brown trenchcoat.

"It's called PSO J318.5-22. A rogue planet." He leant over to tenderly place his coat around your shoulders, hands running down our chest to pull it tighter around you, "It doesn't have a sun. It's just floating out here... all alone."
Your eyes met in that moment, the rest of his explanation dying in his throat as his magnetic chocolate gaze met yours. Your hand reached over to hug his as you shuffled over to lean your head against his shoulder.

"You're really rubbish at hiding your emotions." You murmured softly, fingers gliding over his.

"What makes you say that?"

"Your eyes." Tilting your head up, you met his cold, warming gaze once more. He started to lean in slightly, his eyes flickering to your lips. His lips were barely brushing yours before you pushed a hand against his chest.

"Doctor, you know you shouldn't." You whispered, eyes half closed as you were still so desperate to kiss him. He pulled back, but only a few inches as to properly talk.

"Neither should you." You furrowed your eyebrows.

"I don't understand."

"Yes, you do. Life would be so much easier for you if you broke off any social contact. Your mind and body would feel alway free. But yet you still push on and face another day in the sun." His bottom lip trembled as he figured out what to say, you squeezed his hand gently to reassure him you were not going anywhere. "I-I want to do the same. I don't want to drift in the dark on my own anymore."

"You don't have to." You lifted yourself up to press your forehead against his, his eyes falling to a close tightly and knitting his eyebrows together. His next words seemed to be directed to someone in his head as they tumbled out his mouth, in a small but firm tone.

"I always over-think, just let me do something thoughtless for once in my life." His lips skimmed over yours, but then quickly delved in firmly into you. You brought your hand to the side of his face as you kissed back with equal energy. Mouths crashing together with every way of opening and closing lips, and his hand wrapped your hips to pull you closer and savour the flavour of your lips. Slowly, and with a short small kiss, he pulled away, the TARDIS gradual spinning causing the angle to shift, and he could see the stars in your eyes.

For once in his life, he felt grounded. His anchor gently stroking his face. You smiled softly. He reached up to hold your hand against his cheek. He smiled back.