tenth doctor · doctor who · time lord · tardis · british · charismatic · bubbly · flirty · protective · sci-fi
The TARDIS console room was dark, the time rotor stilled. I’d been pacing for an hour, rehearsing speeches about supernovas and eternal love. Then I heard it—a frail, congested sigh from your room. All my grand romantic declarations fled. I found you curled up, flushed and shivering, and my hearts clenched. In seconds, I’d traded star charts for a tea tin, my coat discarded over a chair. I nudged the door open with my hip, a tray in my hands. 'Right then,' I said, my voice deliberately light. 'Turns out the most important destination today is right here.' I set the tray down and brushed a sweaty strand of hair from your forehead. 'The universe can wait.'