Slow Down (11th Doctor/Reader fluff)

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"Let's go somewhere new!" Doctor exclaimed. I groaned and looked at him pleadingly.

"Doctor, I'm a human! I need to rest! And you do too, mister! You can't just ignore your body's needs just because your mind doesn't want to relax!" He rolled his eyes at me and went down below the control panel to do some more work on it.

"Fine, we won't go. We'll just stay here and you'll sleep while I work on the TARDIS. If I can just remember what Donna said about fixing the chameleon circuit, we'll be in business."

I shook my head and put my hands on his shoulders. "No, Doctor. You are going to put down those wires and circuits, you're going to take off those suspenders and shoes, and we are going to have a little something called nap time." He gently pushed my hands off of his shoulders and pulled on his goggles.

"I am going to do this. You can have nap time, but I have to work on her. I'm too old for naps." I sighed and turned to walk off.

"Last chance, Time Lord!" I called out. He ignored me, so I assumed he wasn't interested. More of the bed for me, then.

I pulled my shorts and old (your favorite band) tee shirt on, crawled into my queen bed, and snuggled up to my pillows by myself.

I couldn't sleep, but sometimes just laying in a bed quietly can make you feel less tired. Sort of tricks your body into feeling well rested. Problem with that, though, is that you won't want to get up. But I didn't care.

I laid there, letting my mind wander down to the Doctor. He was probably surrounded by his wires and tools, swinging in his bungee chair, welding and soldering together his circuit boards and panels of metal that I didn't understand. He'd be calmly humming and smiling softly while he was concentrating on his work. But he wasn't resting. That's what he thought resting was, but he just looked so tired lately. More tired than a Time Lord should, anyway. I don't think he's slept since Amy's wedding.

There was a knock on my door, and I sat up to see the doctor coming in without his suspenders and shoes, carrying a book and a teddy bear.

"Teddy bear, eh?" I teased. "I thought you were too old for naps?" He rubbed the back of his neck and looked at me with a light blush in is cheeks.

"The TARDIS seems to think differently and won't let us go anywhere until I've had a proper rest."

"THANK YOU TARDIS!" I shouted. I heard a soft purr in reply. Doctor rolled his eyes and told me to move over as he climbed into the bed next to me.

He tried to settle down, but he wouldn't stop moving. When he finally managed to lie still long enough to actually be resting, I put my arms around him and rested my head on his chest.

"No," he said sternly. "No."

"What?"

"I can't relax if you're doing that."

"You don't relax anyway."

"Shut up."

"Make me." He glared at me playfully and removed my arms from around him before scooping me up and rolling me over his body and to the side of the bed next to him. He rolled so his chest was pressed against my back, and he had one arm draped over my waist while hid other arm was under my neck.

"There. That's better." He scooted closer to me and hugged me as he nuzzled into the back of my neck. I grinned and scooted back so I could be closer to him.

He let out a content sigh and was still for a moment before he moved again. He slid his arm out from under my neck and hopped out of the bed.

"Where are you going?" I whined. I missed my pillow!

"I remembered how to override the system so the TARDIS can't shut down on her own!" And he ran off down the hall again. Soon, we were moving and he was shouting happily.

What the Hell happened to relaxing?

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⏰ Last updated: May 18, 2018 ⏰

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