Doctor Who Imagines {DISCONTINUED}

Gastby-esque (11th Doctor/Reader Fluff)

"How about a party!" Doctor asked me. I shrugged.

"Why not? I could use a little relaxation after what just happened." I glared playfully at the Doctor, who chuckled nervously.

"I promise, next time I say the beach, we'll actually go to the beach and not a barren, snowy wasteland because I think it's cool and I wanted to visit the Ood." I nodded.

"Thank you. And next time something captures me, please make sure you save me before telling the world how clever you are." He kissed my temple as we walked into the room full of clothing.

"New York, 1920's. Pick something that fits with the times, and we'll head on!"

"What about you?"

"What I wear is acceptable. You, though..." he trailed off as he gestured to my tank top and shorts with a grimace. I rolled my eyes and stepped towards the clothes.

I needed to have free movement just in case, so I went with a short, black and silver flapper dress and a pair of matching flats.

"Question, Doctor," I said as I dressed behind a screen. "How come everything in here fits me perfectly no matter what?" He laughed.

"The TARDIS scans you and adjusts everything you might wear according to your excersise and eating habits, how you walk and move, and what size you typically like to wear. A bit larger than your actual size, right?"

"Uh huh. So, how does it do that?"

"Time Lord technology," he stated, as if that cleared it up. Oh, well. I'd investigate that in my own time.

"Ready to go?" I came out from behind the screen and tugged at my dress, wiling it to be longer and less flappy. But that can't happen. "You look fantastic!" He twirled me, sending the dangly parts of my dress flying out in spirals. I laughed as he spun me.

"Let's get to that party!" I exclaimed. He took my arm and we walked out of the TARDIS. We were met with a grand party that looked like a setting straight out of an F. Scott Fitzgerald book. Fireworks, loud music, people drinking and dancing, roaring laughter, and so many celebrities of the time that I almost squealed.

"Here you are, love," Doctor said, handing me a glass. Champagne for me, and nothing for him.

"I don't drink, remember?" I set my glass down and pulled him towards the dancefloor.

As we danced, I was pulled away by someone I didn't know. He was relatively tall, young looking. His dark hair was parted down the center and he laughed as he twirled me. I recognized him from somewhere, but I just couldn't place the name to the face.

"How are you this evening?" He asked me.

"I'm well, sir. And you?"

"Doing as well as I can! Being a writer keeps getting harder." Something clicked, and I nearly fainted.

"Oh my, Mr. Fitzgerald!" I squealed. I was blushing madly and he grinned.

"So you're familiar with my work?"

"I've read all of your works!" I gushed. He laughed and kissed the back of my hand.

"Always a pleasure to meet a fan," he said. "And what is your name?" Should I? Yes. I would.

"Daisy," I lied. "Daisy Buchanan." He grinned.

"Such a lovely name for such a lovely girl."

"Thank you, sir. May I ask, are you writing anything new?"

"Yes, actually. That's why I'm here. I came to research what goes on at these grand parties. I'm trying to write a book about a man who has everything but the right company." He ran the back of his hand down my cheek softly.

"There you are!" I heard the Doctor exclaim. He put a hand on my back.

"Daisy, who's this?" Fitzgerald asked.

"I'm the Doctor. And you, you! F. Scott Fitzgerald! Big fan. Love Bernice. Perfect story!"

"Two fans in one night, I can certainly say this has never happened before! Thank you for appreciating my work! I fear, though, that they won't last beyond the times." He looked at his hands.

I reached out to take his hands and made him look at me.

"Trust me. Someday, the whole world will know your name, and you're going to be the most popular writer in America." He smiled at me and squeezed my hands.

"Thank you, Daisy. May I use you in my book? You've been such an inspiration." I blushed and nodded.

"Of course. And may I also say, I think that young woman over there has taken a fancy to you." I pointed at who would someday be named Zelda Fitzgerald, and when Francis was distracted, the Doctor and I slipped away through the crowd.

"Eventful day," Doctor laughed as we walked into the TARDIS. "I think you just helped him write The Great Gatsby. And introduced him to his wife!" He hugged me and kissed my temple again.

"I feel bad about just leaving like that, though," I sighed. "Should we have left him so soon?"

"He looked like he was falling in love with you. One wrong.kove, and you'd have married him and changed history. Oh, and I'd miss you too much if you settled down there." I laughed.

"Oh, like I could love him like I love you." I kissed his cheek and went to take off the flapper dress while the Doctor sent us somewhere else. Probably somewhere dangerous, but as long as I was with him, I would keep going on these impossible adventures and meeting people I've only ever dreamed of meeting.

I walked back to the control room and snaked my arms around Doctor's waist. I sighed against his back and he held onto my hands.

"I love you, (Y/N)." I grinned.

"I love you too, Doctor."