(Y/N) had a great time shooting the ninth and tenth series's, but when the time comes for Peter Capaldi, the twelfth doctor, to step down, she just assumes she has to go, as well.
Three weeks later, (Y/N) got a call telling her she would be in at least the next three series's, due to popular demand. She's asked to go into the studios to help the casting director with casting the new Doctor.
When (Y/N) arrives, she has to sit through countless auditions, until, finally, a woman who she vaugely recognised walked in. After five minutes, (Y/N) knows they've found the next Doctor.
Filming for the eleventh series begins, but (Y/N) is having some problems; a small but not so small crush on her co-star, Jodie Whittaker, who just so happens to play the Doctor. Jodie returns the feelings, but of course (Y/N) doesn't notice.
(Y/N) is determined to ignore her feelings, certain they weren't what she thought, as she has never experienced anything quiet like them before.
Things go quiet smoothly, until the writers decide the Doctor needed a new girlfriend, and what better candidate then (Y/N)? Will this added complication increase (Y/N)'s chances of getting discovered? Or will it help her admit her feelings to Jodie?
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*WARNING*
- SLOW BURN
- SWEARING
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Hey y'all! K, so this is my first xreader story, so please be kind! If you spot a mistake, just comment and let me know. Originally I hadn't intended on this being an xreader, but I changed my mind, so if there's a place were it doesn't say (Y/N), or something like that, then just comment and I'll fix it.
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~ Clara Fawely
Nothing left my mouth as I stared at him in shock. He truly believed that I was part of this. The man, who I had lived with and served for months. The man who I had protected with my life and soul. I stood still while, as he backed away from me quickly.
"I trusted you with my life." His cry pierced around the empty room. He looked so destroyed and hurt, but mostly his face portrayed rage and determation.
"And I protected you with mine." I spoke back loudly. I didn't hear myself say it but I knew I did. I look into his eyes even from our distance they seemed to wallow me in darkness.
"I gave you mine." My voice was quiet and cracked. His face changed only for a second before his old one took over again.
He doesn't believe me. It doesn't matter what I say or do he won't listen. He will still believe I am the bad guy. Just as Kane said, we will never be equals, we will never be fellow humans. We will always be monsters to them.
"Yakov, I am not the bad guy." I plead one last time.
His Russian accent comes out harsh with his next words.
"Your right," he pauses, "you are the villain."
I stumble back as if I had just been stabbed in the chest. It was a horrible feeling. It was never good with the emotions and yet I recognize the feeling as heart beak. I barely breathe in air as I regain my posture.
A battle cry from somewhere distracts me momentarily. I suddenly remember Ewan. I glare at Yakov one more time before I take off after the cries of battle.
Jade believes she started the war among the human and her kind. Nothing is as it was portrayed. The lies and the truth are hidden among each other. There is is no clear good and evil. How can there be if one does not know what is right and what is wrong. She was prepared to see death, prepared to inflict death upon others without mercy or remose. She was prepared to do her job which the Facility had given her. But now it doesn't seem so simple anymore. Instead she focuses on keeping her friends alive.