An Abundance Of Oneshots

Remember (Doctor)

Author note: this was written with the 10th and 11th doctors in mind, but I'm pretty sure it could be more of them. No request - I'm still working on a few requests and hope to have them done soon, but it's been a long time and I figured y'all deserved a confusing drabble to tide you over. I'm not going to explain what this means in the text - if you're super confused, comment and I'll tell what I was thinking. But you can also interpret this on your own.

All text formatting is intentional.

Much love,
Spaghetti King

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"It's amazing, you know. You humans. Your brilliant brains."

A sun-kissed purple beach, with waves that moved perpendicularly with the shore. A sky with clouds like broken glass. Blue.

"Could you say that in a way that DOESN'T sound so... Like you want to steal my brain?"

Metal corridors. The smell of iron. The smell of salt. Running. Oh, yes, running, leg-burning running. Like now.

There was always running.

Your name. Blue again, blue and gold, blue and a young face with old eyes. So very old.

You ran now. Like you had once before, Before. You ran. Your hand was bleeding, but it didn't matter, it would heal, with time.

Time. Time rolling out for you like a red carpet. Time and space and wonder and pain and beauty. Spinning, hurtling through an endless everything.

A coffee mug.

A newspaper.

A dance beneath two setting suns, a miracle spinning you around in his arms and laughing. Happy. He was so happy.

You were happy.

"Do you trust me?"

"To the end and back."

You nearly knocked someone over, but you didn't have time to stop, to apologize beyond a mutter over your shoulder, you just kept running. Kept following. Following while your mind filled in gaps it hadn't known it had.

Dust. A rainstorm. A coat. A screwdriver, and it doesn't work on wood, and a smile, it must be rubbish for building a shelf.

"There are more important things in this universe than building shelves."

Always so smart. So clever. So alone.

"If you ever want to talk, about anything, I'm here. I'll listen. No judgement, Doctor, not from me."

Sad eyes. A sad smile.

Hope.

Oh God, there was so much hope. He was burning with it. Burning. And he made you burn with it too.

So close. It's so close. You trip on your own feet and you keep running because it's all you can do.

Blue. The color of hope.

"Doctor!"

How could you have forgotten? How could you have lived a normal life?

The whole universe under your feet.

He turns around, old eyes, bright smile. The happiest smile. Your name, and he's running too, he always did, he always will.

A shot. Laser fire. Screaming.

Cheering. Celebration. Paint. You painted a cat on his face while you wandered a fair on another planet and it was stupid and it was wonderful.

He's got you. He's got you, in his arms again, spinning you around. "Y/n, you, I... You remember?"

Safety.

Love.

"Oh, you silly Doctor." You laugh into his coat. "How could I ever forget you?"