David Tennant X Reader One shots

Peter Vincent (2)

"I'm going to literally kill him when he gets home. I swear to what ever god is in the sky if he is doing what he said he wouldn't do again..." I almost yelled to my best friend who had came over when I called her.

" give him a chance. Maybe he got caught up after one of his shows." She tried to reason with me.

" for 2 hours?" I shook my head. " No, he's out hunting. All the evidence is here." I stopped my pacing and walked to Peter and i's room. I rummage around and found a box. I brought it out to show her. " this is all our real hunting material. Things that aren't just for show." I opened it. " several stakes and other things are missing."

" okay? Could he have taken them to work? You know for his show?" My friend asked.

" you know I called you over here to help me fuel my fire, not put it out with your logical ideas." I closed the box and put it back.

" I'm just trying to give him the benefit of the doubt." She shrugged. " but hey maybe he is hunting. Maybe he would be stupid enough to risk a relationship on just a few vampires. Do you really think he's that stupid?" She asked.

" Yes." I said flatly.

My friend gave my a look.

" fine not really." I laughed.

" see! He's just fine. Like I said he probably just got caught up with some fans or something." She put her hand on my shoulders.

Right as I started to believe her in came Peter himself. Drunk, beaten, and BLEEDING.

I ran to him, covering up his wounds. " I don't know whether to slap the living hell out of you or hug you." I told him while I laying him down on our couch and ran to get the first aid kit.

" I probably deserve a good slap." He grunted.

" what happened?" I ran back and took off his shirt to get to his wounds.

" Charley Brewster called. He said he found another vampire nest and need back up. Turns out that little shit got it wrong. There were a lot more vampires then he originally calculated." He hissed as I cleaned up his wounds.

As I bandage Peter up my friend gave him a sorry filled look, " I tried to save you and give you the benefit of the doubt. She was just started to believe me buddy. Sorry. (Y/N) I gotta go. Please don't kill him, I very much like trash talking his shows when there live."

" Oi!" Peter protested.

I gave my friend a hug goodbye.

" it's alright. I deserve whatever she has coming for me." Peter tried to sit up to give my friend a hug. He hissed in pain.

" Hey! Don't try to move. A little deeper and those little fucker would have killed you." I yelled at him.

After a few moments later Peter spoke, " I'm sorry. It's just that kid need my help. I couldn't let him do that on his own."

" I understand. Just tell me when your about to go balls deep next time." I smiled at him. I kissed him on the forehead. " I'll get you a pillow and a blanket. I don't think trying to move you will do you any good." With that a walked to our bed room.

While I was in there I changed into my pajamas. I grabbed two pillows and one of our large blankets. I was about to head out into the living room when I heard talking.

" It seems you should have finished the job while you had the chance." A voice unfamiliar to me spoke.

" so is that what you came to do? ' finish the job'?" Peters sounded like he was in a lot of pain.