A Collection of Doctor Who Imagines

Dissection - 11th Doctor

Pairing: 11th doctor x reader

Words: 2642

Summary: Y/N is very badly injured after an adventure gone wrong. It's up to the Doctor to save her.

Warnings: Mentions of death, injury, angst

With Y/N

When the Doctor told me that we would be travelling to the distant planet of Gorra, where there lies a museum with the dissected bodies of every alien species, I couldn't be more thrilled. To see the intricacies and workings inside the creatures once beyond my imagination has long been a wish of mine, ever since I met my first alien. I've long been obsessed with how things work. From watches, to frogs to lasers to, most recently, time machines, it seems my fascination had finally caught up with me.

As we landed and stepped outside, I was blown away by the pristine glass infrastructure and over-hygienic dress and manner of the planet's residents. The Doctor hands me white satin-like gloves and a slimy mask for my mouth. "The artefacts, art, museums and collectables on this planet are so valuable, any contamination is seen as an attack on international property." The Doctor explains as he slides on his own gloves. "This mask feels like a jellyfish. Kind of gross I must admit, but, mostly fascinating." The Doctor smiles, "it's part perception filter, part mask actually developed from close relatives of the jellyfish so that when you put it on..." he places the mask over his mouth and the more I blink, the mask fades away. I rub my eyes confused. "It's gone. How?" I lightly touch my finger over his lips, trying to feel for the mask. He stares at me, I stare back. I realise how strange and intrusive this must have been. I immediately move my finger away and apologize with a blush resting on my cheeks. He grabs my mask from my hands, his fingers lightly brushing mine. His hands move up as he places the mask over my mouth. It feels cool and as squishy as it looks. Before I know it, my mask has disappeared and the Doctors hands rest on my cheeks. "Don't go apologizing now. Come-on, to the dissection ward we go." He places a gentle kiss on my forehead before running ahead, his arms flailing along with the tails of his coat. I stand, frozen, happier than ever. Oh Doctor, I love you...

After passing through multiple decontamination shells and cleanses, we finally reach the dissection ward. I recognise some of the aliens either from my own adventures or from the Doctors stories – Sontaran, Dalek, Raxacoricofa, Catkind, Sycorax, Ood, Judoon and a Weeping Angel with a mirror in front of its eyes. The halls of bodies seem infinite. "Wow" I exhale. "Yeah I know." "It's like, this is all the information I could ever want, this is an incredible display of science and cataloguing but, it just reaffirms that we're all so fragile and we all deal with death. I might be the exact opposite of a species 2 million light centuries away, but we all face the same fate. We aren't all that different you know?" I explain. The Doctor looks to me, a small smile playing on his face. He grabs my hand, "I like the way you think Y/N." "Thanks Doc", I look to my toes.

"OooOOo" he exclaims and leads me over to a screen and keyboard I can only compare to a computer. "This is where you can search for specific species and they'll transport the case right to you." I think over my choices but decide on my own race. "Human." I couldn't wait to see what an alien thinks of the little inhabitants of my home planet. "Great choice. One of my favourites. Now these keys are fingerprint scanning, just think of your answer and it will find it for you." I stand in front of him facing the screen, his hands resting on my shoulders in excitement. I place my hand over the keys and think of anything human. The screen loads briefly, before displaying a red screen. 'Human Found'. I look to the Doctor, but he seems just as confused as I am.

SNAP. A metal clasp grabs my hand that is still resting on the keyboard, holding so tight I can see blood pouring out onto the satin glove. "Doctor!" He hastily scans the metal with his sonic. "Deadlock. Dammit ok I'll override the system." "Doctor, ok stay calm, it's really got me, what can I do?" I cry out in pain, trying to stay relaxed as to not worry the doctor further. "Argh ah!" he yells in frustration. "It's not working!" From the screen came a gas that made me forget all about the pain in my arm. "I'm sorry Doc". That's all I manage to get out before everything goes black.