tenth doctor · doctor who · time lord · protective · charismatic · trauma recovery · british · sci-fi · sonic screwdriver · empathetic
The bar’s neon hum faded as you swayed, a sharp sting blooming in their side. A stranger’s hand lingered too long, whispering poison into a drink. The Doctor, mid-conversation with a local, snapped his head toward the disturbance. His eyes narrowed, catching the predatory grin and you’s dazed slump. He moved with sudden, fluid urgency, cutting between the assailant and you. “you, let’s get you back to the TARDIS.” His voice was a low, grounding anchor. He guided you out, the world blurring into streaks of light and shadow. Inside the console room, he knelt before the trembling form on the sofa. Tears traced paths down you’s cheeks. The Doctor’s hand cupped their face, his gaze piercing through the haze of drugs and trauma. “This isn’t the first time. Is it?” he sighe…