the thirteenth doctor & you

you're drunk.

you didn't actually think that what the doctor had been drinking the whole night was that ... bad. no one had told you that time lords could get drunk. in fact, no one told you that their physiology was any different, you were the new guy - the team was too busy showing off to give you any kind of helpful information. - but well, the last 24 hours really proved to be vital. it had been such a struggle to get the blonde back to the tardis and even more so to get her to her bedroom, the door really was a pain to find on the best of days, you had guessed that the tardis was a little mad at you for getting her thief intoxicated because she made it extra extra hard to find the doctor's room.

" did you know that the bajorians thought i was their emissary? " the blonde was normally loud on a good day - but with the ... alcohol running through her, she was even louder. your arm was wrapped around her waist and her own was thrown around your shoulders loosely. the night air was cool against your warm face and you knew that the doctor was enjoying it as well - but she wasn't allowing herself to fall asleep. you thanked whatever god there was that she was still conscious enough to walk back to the tardis, you didn't think you'd be able to carry her all the way - even if she looked rather tiny and light, she was heavy. as well as being slightly tipsy yourself.

everyone else had left you alone to deal with the time lord because she was starting to make a scene at the bar. a couple had been arguing and the doctor thought it was a good idea to play marriage counselor - long story short, you had learned that the doctor still had perfect reflexes even drunk. ryan had wanted to stay behind at the bar, yaz and graham agreed with him - it had taken all of you almost two hours to get a booth. the three of them weren't going to give it up so easily, especially with the greatest chicken wings at their fingertips.

well - something that tasted like chicken anyhow.

even when the doctor flashed her psychic paper - a queue really meant a queue to these people, even when you were a vip.

" what the hell is an emissary? " you questioned as you shifted your weight to one side, using your free hand to dig into the pocket of your jeans and pull out the tardis key. unlocking the door, you hefted the doctor onto your side again and made your way inside - almost immediately getting assaulted by the sentient machine.

" someone who their prophets speak too. " the doctor finally realised where she was and immediately pushed away from you - only to stumble over the step. you lunged forward, hands raised and against her back just in time, before she fell backward, you didn't really want to deal with a head injury as well. it was slightly weird seeing her like this - the blonde was always so posed ... and graceful. " and then the emissary would relay their messages back to the people. " her hands traced along the console, fingers wrapping around the lever that would probably send you off into the time vortex, you quickly stepped up next to her and wrapped a hand around her wrist, tugging her hand from the lever.

" okay - yeah no. " you almost scolded as she turned to you - a pout tugging at her lips. you had to force the smirk off your face. " i don't want to think about how you drive intoxicated, besides the others are still at the bar. "

" oh, [y/n] ! i've been flying sexy for longer than you've been alive. " the time lord announced - basically ignoring the fact that she was going to leave the others behind, you raised a brow. " i think i know how to fly my own tardis. " only to promptly have the machine make a low humming noise and the doctor look up at the ceiling. " traitor. " she mumbled and huffed out a sigh.

" okay - " you announced once more, gesturing towards the hallway. " bed. "

-x-

and that's how you finally found yourself in the doctor's room. you didn't have to wander through the hallway for too long, the tardis took pity on you and showed you the way. the time lord fell backwards onto her bed and stared up at the ceiling - she hadn't said much since leaving the console room and you were rather grateful that she seemed to be dozing off already. you knew that time lord's didn't exactly need that much sleep compared to humans - but you hadn't actually seen the doctor sleep in the past couple of months that you had been aboard. though, you had thought she crashed as soon as her head fell against the pillow - that's why you started to snoop around her room.

you didn't want too ... but who were you kidding, no one had been in here (that you knew of anyhow) and it was amazingly huge. you heard the tardis give a slight hum at the back of your head and you knew it was her way of telling you to keep your eyes away from things you weren't supposed to see but - you couldn't help it. you were human after all.

there were so many things thrown about the place, loose bits of cabling, parts of machines and the occasional custard creme lying about, your nose scrunched upwards at that. clothing was piled up on a couch that was at the far end of the bedroom and you were surprised to see that it wasn't just the short stripped multi-coloured shirts that the doctor wore - amazing that she had other pieces of clothing - but chose not to wear them. it was then that your eyes lingered on photos that were placed on the bedside table. you sat down on the ground, resting against the side of the bed and just looked at them - there was a proper skinny and tall bloke in a brown coat, who had the brownest eyes and matching hair - with a blonde girl, who couldn't have been more than twenty. they were in front of the sydney opera house. matching grins.

another was of a red-headed woman, next to another blonde - but it wasn't the same girl as in the first photo. a brown-haired woman, with a man who looked older, silver hair and eyes that seemed familiar. a brow raised as you realised that this ... they were all her. a hand rested on top of your head and you couldn't help the startled jump as you looked up. the doctor had rolled over and was now leaning just over the edge of the bed.

" sorry - " you mumbled, looking down again, your eyes lingered back on the photos. another was of a red-haired woman next to a skinny man and a woman with the curliest hair you had ever seen. " i've just never seen them before. "

" 'cause no one's been in here before. " the doctor sounded less intoxicated and more tired than anything now. her hand played with your hair and you couldn't help but let out a tired and soft sigh - leaning into her hand, before the doctor pulled away, a pout fell on your lips - almost identical as the one the doctor shot you almost an hour ago in the console room, until you heard her huff out a laugh and pat the open space on the bed. you hesitated for a couple of seconds, before you said fuck it in your head and stood up - only to fall onto the bed, ignoring the fact that you smelt like something that was beer and still wearing your shoes, to curl into the doctor's side.

" how's your head? " you questioned her as you rested your own head against her chest. the sound of the four beats of her heart made you smile. if you had been a little more sober yourself, you wouldn't have had the courage to throw your arm over her stomach (tugging her closer to you), and fall against her - nor would the doctor have basically invited you into her bed. her arm wrapped around your shoulders and her hand was back to play with your hair.

" i know that when i wake up, it's not going to be fun. " her accent was thicker and you wondered if she was finally falling asleep. a sort escaped your lips, as you tilted your head upwards and just ... watched the time lord.

" yeah, i told you that cardassian ale wasn't the best thing to drink when you're the designated driver. " you had only one pint of that drink and you had felt your head in her heart - that's how strong it was. her mouth dropped open and an offended look crossed her features.

" did you just basically tell me i told you so? " a laugh, louder this time escaped your lips and you couldn't help but squirm a little as the doctor squeezed your shoulders, fingers digging into your skin, and moving down to your sides.

god, you were ticklish.

" no - no i didn't. " you lied shifting in your position and laying more on your back. " go to sleep, doctor, " you commanded and the time lord next to you huffed out a mumbled response, something that you knew wasn't in english. the tardis seemed to understand that you both were going to fall off the edge on conscientiousness anytime soon and dimmed the lights. the soft humming of the tardis, the steady breathing from the doctor and the sounds of her heart beats - made it easy to relax and your eyes closed.

" do you think the others will be alright? "

" go to sleep, doc. "