The Big Book Of Doctor Who

One Last Chance (10)

a/n: hello!! I know I haven't posted anything in ages but I've been swamped with schoolwork and it's really stressful. I almost never get any hours to myself and when I do I usually have to sacrifice something else in order for me to have that time. I've decided to post these two drabbles I've written. This one is quite old but the second one is kinda new, only being posted to tumblr maybe 3 weeks ago? Anyways I hope you enjoy! (please remember that I literally have not touched this oneshot for ages and therefore it is not edited at all.)

"You are, without a doubt, the stupidest genius I have ever met." Donna said as she practically threw a small box of tools at the Doctor's face and continued reading her magazine. It was about New New York and its medical achievements, movie stars and whatnot. Slightly boring but it was better than seeing you and the Doctor being completely oblivious about each other's affections. 

"Ow! Donna!"

"What?" Donna sighed, looking over the top of her magazine, waiting for an answer from the Timelord.

"I asked for the blue toolbox, not the red one! Also what did you say that for?"

"I said it because it's true. You obviously like Y/N and she obviously likes you but neither of you will admit it! "

"What?"

"I have tried so hard to get you together but it is literally impossible."

The Doctor spluttered in protest, trying to say something, just about anything to prove her wrong but nothing came out.

"But you know… maybe, all hope is not lost after all. I don't see the blue toolbox anywhere around here but I'm sure that Y/N knows where it is. I mean she has been here longer than I have."

"Donna. No."

Donna stood up and placed down her magazine with a wide smirk on her face and she yelled your name.

"Y/N get down here! I need you for something!"

The Doctor lets out a light strangled groan of annoyance, running his hand through his mahogany hair nervously as you approached.

"Yes? You need something?" You said slightly irritated that you didn't freshen yourself up a bit before seeing them as your h/c hair was tied up into a messy bun and you were wearing a dark blue leather jacket with a paint stained crop top underneath and denim jeans.

"Nah. The Doctor does though. Time alone with you maybe?" Donna went over and grabbed her magazine, smirking at you with a gleam in her eye that spelled out trouble.

"I'll just leave you two alone." Donna whispered to you, disregarding the I-am-so-going-to-kill-you look that you gave her.

There was a deadly silence as you turned back to the Doctor and gave an awkward smile desperately trying to break the awkward tension between the both of you.

"So… What do you need me for?"

"Oh. Right." The Doctor's eyes snapped back to you after looking anywhere around the TARDIS except for you. However, before he could say another word his eyes slowly trailed down from your face to your shoulders, and stopped at your exposed waist.

"Take a picture, it lasts longer." You teased slightly and instantly wished that you had just kept your mouth shut as a dark shade of pink bloomed on your cheeks.

His eyes instantly snapped back to yours as he opened his mouth to speak before closing it when no sound came out. "No. No, I uh-I wasn't you know-I was just-" The Doctor spluttered and fumbled over his words as he laughed nervously. You placed a finger over his lips to stop his nervous rambling. "Shut up."

The Timelord calmed down and you removed your hand from his lips. You were so close to each other that you practically shared the same air. Your hands fell on his shoulders as he held your waist, warm fingers touching your exposed skin. The Doctor's soft caramel eyes stared back at your own and once again started to trail down your face stopping at your lips. Leaning in closer, a large alarm sounded just before your lips met. Both of you jumped, startled by the alarm and moved away from each other awkwardly as Donna walked in.

"Goddamnit. And it was so bloody close." Donna muttered as she sunk into the console sofa.

~ 🌌 tired space trash™