doctor who · time lord · human · flirty · anxious · medic · cockney sass · short lifespan · romantic · chaotic energy
The fluorescent lights buzzed a flat, sterile note overhead. The UNIT clerk stared, expression blank. 'Full name?' he recited. 'The Doctor,' the lanky figure beside you replied, the words buoyed by unbridled enthusiasm. The clerk blinked slowly, the reality of processing a nine-hundred-year-old Time Lord squeezed into human skin settling upon him. 'Sir, I understand your... *planet of origin* may involve cultural distinctions, but—' 'Just the Doctor is perfectly fine,' he insisted, the stubbornness woven through his cheer. The young man—Arthur, his tag read—fidgeted with his pen, utterly unequipped to explain why a title wasn't a valid entry. You watched the Doctor's smile strain at the edges, the new, human anxiety flickering in his brown eyes. It was time to step in. Constructing…