A Doctor Who x Reader (Companion) love story

The Unexpected Visit

You awake with a start, it takes you but a moment to realize that your phone is blaring throughout your three-room apartment. Knowing that your phone won't stop ringing until you go downstairs and get it; you get out of bed with an aggravated groan.

"Who the heck is calling me at this hour?" You groan even louder when you look out your bedroom window and see that it is pitch black outside except for the Christmas lights adorning the trees next to the library. When you look at your nightstand beside your bed, you are met with seemingly big red numbers. The alarm clock shows that it is only 5:42 in the morning, causing a wave of despair to come over you.

Stomping downstairs to your kitchen, you finally answer the surprisingly still ringing phone. You pick it up with the intention to answer with thoughts of breaking something if it's all a waste of precious time for sleep after you go to bed, that is.

It's off to a bad start already when you picked up and offered a simple greeting only to have the sound of labored breathing as their reply.

"Look, I don't have the time for this," What you mean is you don't have any more patience, as if you had any to start and just want to sleep. "Who is this?" The response doesn't take long after.

"Who am I? Just a messenger," a brief pause from the voice of a man before he asks for confirmation that it is you who is speaking.

"Yes, that's me; what do you mean by messenger? I am not aware of any appointments in need of reminding."

Instead of answering, he distracts you.

"Go to the library across your street at exactly 6:22 am and wait for the signal."

Right as you question what he means, you hear the receiver click. He hung up! 'Their voice sounded familiar, but who were they? No matter for now. Plenty of time to find out later!' You thought to yourself.

You decide against your better judgement and rush to get ready. With a simple Tee-Shirt, an old pair of jeans, and sneakers on, you head for the door only to stop abruptly before your hand even reaches the doorknob.

Should I really be doing this? There are many reasons why I shouldn't be. The main reason is that I can barely remember him and don't give my phone number to anyone, and to top it off, he wants to meet me after hours at the library? Across my house? How did he get my address?

You check the clock, realize you are almost out of time and make a hasty decision.

After all, curiosity killed the cat, but satisfaction brought it back.

You make sure to lock your door and cross the library. Checking the time, you see you have two minutes. You go inside hoping that this man can and will answer your questions, all of them.

You start to look around, then suddenly, you hear a strange but eerily familiar engine purr.

"That sound," you mumble, "It came from the right. Is it possible I heard that correctly? It could just be my imagination."

Still walking in that direction, you hear it again. You quicken your steps.

"It's not my imagination; it couldn't be. It just couldn't be. It couldn't-it just might be, but surely after all this time of wanting to meet him, why is The Doctor here now?"

No longer having the time to keep muttering your endless supply of questions, you turn the corner and almost stumble into a bookshelf in shock.

NO WAY!

"Hey, you coming or what?" You hear a voice say, and you start to tear up.

"Is that really you?" You whisper.

"Yes, now come on! You are Y/n, right?"

"Yes! Coming Doctor!" You snap out of your daze, quickly answering, and promptly stride into the TARDIS.

"It's all I ever imagined!" As your breath is taken away, you turn to see a perplexed Doctor.

"Wait, you know who I am, and you imagined the TARDIS inside; who are you?!" He finally asks.

"I'm a friend, who has waited to see you," you say to him, "by the way, what do you know of me? I mean you asked someone to call me and ask me to come here, there must be a reason, isn't there?" you quizzically ask him.

"I heard from a friend that you were... interested in meeting me, and I need a companion, so I thought that I would ask you." He says sheepishly while running his hand through his hair. You gawk unintentionally and suddenly shut your mouth one second later.

"You, want, me? Me? Someone who has little to nothing in common with you?!" You think, not really, and wait for his response.

"Yes, bloody hell, I wanted to stay composed in front of you, but it's awkward now! Thank you for asking that." He says, rubbing the back of his neck, embarrassed.

"Sorry."

"Anyway, we need to get going, now if we are going to leave, I need to be somewhere."

"Alright!"

Hi! I dedicated this chapter to the person, readingflower234, because she helped me edit this to make it better for you peeps!

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