Doctor Who x Reader One-Shots

Abditory II (11th)

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Every day with the Doctor started out different. First of all, you were never quite sure if it was actually the day or not. But, if the Doctor claimed it was you simply went along with it and nodded with a grin. But today- oh, today was different.

This very day, you had grown the bravery to challenge the Doctor. It began as a silly rivalry, but as expected with the Time Lord, it quickly grew into something over dramatic and serious. Mischievous grins mirroring the other, it was hard to keep back the laughs and giggles.

The Doctor had once again confronted you about your disappearances into the TARDIS, and this time he refused to take 'magic' as an answer. Seeing that today was different from the others, you offered the Doctor a challenge.

The TARDIS would leave the room where it normally resided, never once leading him in different directions. In turn, you would stay put as the Doctor came looking for you. You had an hour to get yourself situated, and the Doctor would then have an hour to find you. If he found you, well, you hadn't really negotiated on prizes. However, it seemed like a fun idea so the Doctor was all for it.

Not out of the normal, the Doctor was confident. He fixed his bow tie and wouldn't stop grinning, eyes sparkling and never leaving your form. You gave him a look, and he quickly pivoted on his heel, promising not to turn around and peak where you were headed.

"'Rule Number 1: The Doctor lies,'" You quoted, and he let out an over extended sigh. 

"I swear! I'm not lying this time!" He responded to your teasing with ease. Chuckling, you wondered if you should continue giving him a hard time. However, he didn't quite offer you the chance.

"And, your hour is starting in five-" Pulling up his sleeve so he could gaze at a watch you hadn't realised he was wearing, he began to count down. Immediately, you shuffled off towards your destination, heading backwards just to make sure he didn't peak.

Being over precautious, you even focused on making your footsteps as quiet as possible. Once you were sure he was out of hearing range, you turned around and darted down the halls as fast as possible. You didn't even dare touch the TARDIS walls, figuring he might cheat and bring some sort of thermal imaging camera- which, now that you thought about it you hadn't really made a rule against it and your feet would still betray you either way.

Finally, you reached your destination and darted inside, quickly sprinting to a great hiding place you had mapped out as a child and tucking yourself away. If you were lucky, you were going to be stiff from hiding for a full hour and never being discovered.

Carefully, you slowed your breathing and waited, brushing away the fact you had almost no means to tell time in your hiding place. You could definitely worry about it later.

Once the Doctor was sure you were long gone, he plopped himself on a stair and waited impatiently. His foot tapped against the ground, he fiddled with his hands. Played around with his hair a bit and even made faces at himself in the reflection of the TARDIS. Barely five minutes in to the hour you had to hide, and he was utterly bored.

Currently, he was staring at his watch as his legs bounced up and down and filled the room with a slightly annoying tapping. Luckily since he was the once making the sound, and there was no one else around there wasn't anyone to be bothered by it. Eventually he became too restless to sit still and sprawled out on the floor as if he was a starfish, pretending to make a TARDIS-angel and then flipping himself over to look through the glass floor.

Oh, what would he do with so much spare time? You wouldn't be too mad if he went on a slight adventure- would you? Quickly he brushed the idea away, realising you were in said time machine and would accompany him for the trip whether you decided to stay in your hiding spot or not. With a sigh, he rolled himself around on the ground, deciding he was cleaning the floor. 

While he waited, he thought over every possible way you could have gone. He tried to lower the possibilities down based on your regular thought pattern, but grew frustrated with himself once he realised your special room's location depended entirely on his TARDIS.

"Come on, old girl," The Doctor rolled onto his back and stared at her ceiling. "Help a Time Lord out, would ya?"

The TARDIS gave him a buzz, seemingly unsatisfied with his plea and earning a frown. There was no way she was going to allow him to cheat. She thought it would be entertaining to watch him wander about looking lost anyways.

"Of course," He groaned with a sigh. Awkwardly he stood up to his feet, beginning to pace around the TARDIS console.

"What if I pressed this?" The Doctor's hand hovered over a particular purple button he hadn't really known about. Of course, if you were to ask him about said button he would have made up a story and hoped you went along with it. But in this moment he supposed it was the time to find out.

Loudly, the TARDIS beeped, and he withdrew his hand with a frown, "Oh, alright then! I'll leave it alone!" ... Guess now wasn't the moment.

Instead, he opted for pacing around the room, trekking new paths and mixing them up by skipping or hopping on one foot along them. Finally, his alarm rang just as he launched himself over the TARDIS railing from pure boredom and impatience.

At the sound of the ring, he hopped up to his feet and joyfully screamed, "Get ready to be found, (Y/n)!" In a sudden burst of speed he ran down the halls, opening and closing every door he couldn't quite remember all that well.

However, he quickly changed his tactics and instead ran down the halls of the TARDIS, looking for an unknown door that seemed just right. Several times, he stumbled upon a door with an excited cry he assumed was the right one. Each time, he was sadly disappointed.

Although, discovering he had a bowling alley stocked with clean, fresh shoes of every size imaginable and the most beautiful shiny balls wasn't such a downer.

Eventually, he wandered down the halls with sharp eyes. His hands rolled together as his teeth ground against one another. Eyes darting from room to room, he spotted a plain door to his left a few steps away.

It seemed so plain, so perfectly camouflaged. Too common to his eye, he ran forward and sent it flying open. He screeched with victory, before it died down to a confused grumbling as he entered what looked to be an old home.

The Doctor wandered around, intrigued by the simplicity of it all. Just a regular human home- a place to sleep, eat, play. A place for a child to grow.

Freezing when he heard a suspicious noise, he slowly grabbed his sonic screwdriver. Pointing it in what he targeted as the correct location, he pressed a button and you came tumbling out and onto the floor.

"Ha!" He hollered, a giant smile overtaking his face. With an annoyed groan, you stood up, dusted your knees off and sent him an eye roll.

"Alright, you won fair and square," You mumbled with a sigh. Crossing your arms, your gaze softened as it landed on his wide smile.

"Yes! Yes I did," He bragged, reaching up and giving his bowtie a flick. Clasping his hands together, he glanced around. His smile never faded as he wandered about the home, sometimes unwinding his hands to poke and prod at something he had found.

Eventually, he came to a halt as he gazed over an object he guessed would be filled with your childhood memories, and he began to speak, "This place, it's very-"

"Special," You answered. "Very dear to my heart. I couldn't believe it when the TARDIS lead me here."

"Well," He began, seeming to brush off the fact that you had interrupted him. "You yourself are very special, Miss (Y/n) (M/n). A special girl deserves a special space."