The Twelfth Doctor x Reader

Deep Breath Part Two

You sigh and the other three people help carry him to a beautiful house. The Doctor wakes up as you carry him and immediately yanks his limbs from everyone's grasp, ending up with him on the ground.

"Now what did you go and do that for?" You ask him, helping him up.

"I don't like being carried. You should know that, (Y/N)." He states, standing and brushing himself off.

"I don't know anything about you now. Remember?" You huff and pinch the bridge of your nose. "Come on, you need to rest."

You grab his arm and the two kind ladies lead you to a bedroom.

"I don't understand. What's the point in having a room just to sleep in? Why is there only bed, nothing else?" He asks, looking down at you.

"Because it's a bedroom. Now, Doctor, please go to sleep. You need your rest." You state, bringing him over to the bed.

"Wait, wait, wait." The Doctor looks at you with confusion.

You sigh and have your hands behind your back to keep yourself from snapping. "Yes, Doctor?"

"What do you do when you're awake?" He asked, looking at you quizically.

"You either leave or do what the twenty-first century does. Read fanfiction and play videogames. Now please, for the love of Gallifrey, sleep."

He stands and looks at a mirror, placing a hand on his cheek. "Oh well that's just insulting. Don't look in the mirror it's absolutely furious!"

"Doctor!" He turns to you in shock at your aggressive tone. "If you don't lay down, I swear-"

"What's wrong with your accent?" He asked, furrowing his eyebrows.

"Nothing is wrong with her accent, sir." The lady in the maid outfits states.

"Oh, you sound the same! It's spreading! You all sound English!" He seems to start panicking. "You've all developed a fault!"

The other woman walks up to the Doctor with a smile on her lips. When she speaks, she uses a Scottish accent.

"Doctor, I need your help with something." She sits on the bed across from him.

"Oh, finally someone who speaks properly!" He sighs out.

"I'm having trouble sleeping." She states. "Perhaps you could help?"

He chuckles a bit and shakes his head. "I never bother with sleeping. I just do standy-up catnaps. Saves a lot of time."

"When do you do those?" She asks.

"Normally when people are talking and very boring."

"Well let's save some time then. Project an image of perfect sleep to the center of my mind." The woman smiles.

"You want a psychic link with me? That may hurt. It could feel like a piano dropping on your brain." 

"Well be gentle, then."

The Doctor lifts his hands up and before pressing the tips of his fingers to her temples, he whispers, "Piano." As soon as his fingers touch her temples, he falls back into a deep sleep.

"Monkeys. They're so funny." The woman laughs a little. "I don't think we've been introduced. I'm Madame Vastra, this is Jenny and Strax." She motions to the other two. "You must be (Y/N)." She smiles.

"Uh... yeah. What do we do now? I mean... how do we, er, fix him?" You ask, looking down at your hands.

"Fix him?" Vastra looks at you with an incredulous look. "You've watched him regenerate before. This shouldn't shock you."