An Abundance Of Oneshots

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Request: Mythical_Lotus

Y/n = Your Name

Warnings: uhhhh fluff??? Maybe???

Notes: my first published work that I didn't immediately unpublish I'm so nervous here we go!!!

"Tell it again."

The Doctor laughed. He was keeping an eye on her, making sure she didn't fall, but he knew she wouldn't. "You know," he mused, "I have other stories. A thousand years of stories. Stories you WEREN'T actually, you know," he waved a hand vaguely at the stars, like one of them had the words he was looking for. "Present for."

"I know." She kicked her feet. "Tell it again."

And so, he did.

•••

A long time ago, though not really that long at all, the Doctor lost his screwdriver.

This wasn't the first thing that had gone missing recently -- bits of cloth, scraps of metal, a pen, a slinky, and the TARDIS had hid his fez again. But this? This was the last straw. He was getting to the bottom of these thefts one way or another. He could do without the little things, but the Doctor needed that screwdriver, needed to keep pretending that the tinkering he was doing on his ship was important, because this way he didn't have to think about the Ponds.

He didn't want to think about the Ponds. Or talk about it. He just wanted... He wanted to find his sonic screwdriver.

Thankfully, he'd had the sonic for a long time, knew how it worked, and knew how to track it. Bad news -- without the sonic, building a screwdriver-finder was about twenty times more difficult than it had any right to be. Still, it was something to do, and the Doctor dove into the task in a flurry of energy.

And somewhere else onboard the TARDIS, someone was examining the Sonic with wide, fascinated eyes.

It took him ages -- he lost track of time, and honestly, did time even matter here? He didn't work long enough that he needed to sleep, but it did take time, enough time that his arm went numb (hearts attack? No, leaning on it funny, oopsie-daisies). And then it was done, his glorious creation, a box with funny bits sticking out and a buzzy thing. He would call it... Something. No time for such nonsense! He had a critical piece of technology to find.

Following the instructions of the box, he wandered deep into the TARDIS. He made a left, then a right, then a left and a left, another left, a disproportionate number of lefts, up some stairs, left, down some stairs.

It was almost like he was going in circles.

Could the Sonic be moving? He never heard the tiny footsteps rushing around the halls, didn't know they were there, but these were definitely circles he was walking in. Circle-ish, maybe. Circle-esque.

A left, a right, a hallway.

At the end of the hallway, a door.

He opened the door.

He didn't slam it open. Things had a habit of exploding or jumping out with a whole bunch of teeth at the ready, so he eased the door open slowly, and he looked inside.

Out of anything he could've seen, he wasn't expecting this.

She was so... Small. She was sitting on the floor with something in her hands, bits of metal, a sculpture? A device? She looked up at him when he opened the door and held out the thing. She smiled.