Fic: Be My Baby - DW
Title: Be My Baby
Fandom: Doctor Who
Rating: PG
Pairing: none
Word Count: 520
Disclaimer: Do I look like I own any of this? Because, sadly, I don't.
Warnings: crack?
Summary: After LOTTL Ten finds someone familiar...sort of.
Author's Note: This was inspired loosely by yaseanne's But What Happened to Fitz? on henriettastreet.
The Doctor's mind is still aching, shying away from the now-silent place where the Master's presence had echoed for the past year. He's not paying much attention to either Jack or Martha, even though a small voice is telling him that he should be, and is only absently piloting the TARDIS to Cardiff to drop Jack off. And it's only when they land and Jack opens the TARDIS door that the Doctor snaps to almost painful attention.
The silent place in his mind is suddenly humming again.
He practically shoves Jack into Martha in his haste to exit the TARDIS, not even bothering to toss an apology over his shoulder as he dashes into the hub of Torchwood Three in search of the elusive mental presence. He only gets a few feet before he skids to a stop, raising his hands in frustration as he finally notices the four people pointing guns at his chest and the one unarmed and somehow familiar woman standing with crossed arms and a fierce glower on her face.
It only takes a moment for him to realize that the humming in his mind is coming from her, and his frustration almost completely vanishes. He's found her, whoever she turns out to be.
He has absolutely no idea what he's going to say as he opens his mouth, and the woman doesn't give him the chance to figure it out as she strides forward, completely ignoring the guns as she heads straight for him and slaps him in the face so hard that it makes his ears ring. He's still trying to regain his bearings when she grabs the lapels of his jacket and pulls him down so that they're nearly nose to nose.
"I've put up with a lot from you, Doctor. I never said anything when you lost your memory every other day, or when you kept randomly snogging people when you got excited and giving them ideas, or when you kept nearly getting me killed in insanely creative ways, or even when you left your wet towels all over the floor because you got distracted by something shiny. But you have finally gone too far this time."
She shoves him backwards, nearly making him trip over his own feet, so that she can wave an arm across her body. "Your bloody ship decided that just remembering me as I was wasn't good enough. Oh, no. It decided that sometime in your relative future you were going to need a Gallifreyan baby-making machine and I'd be perfect for the job, with a few little alterations. Of course, there was no need to mention any of this to me. So imagine my surprise when I wake up after being hit by a car looking like this."
Her voice has never gotten above a low throaty growl, and something about the cadence of her speech sparks the Doctor's memory. He looks into her angry grey eyes and suddenly all the pieces come together.
"Fitz?"
When she nods and her lips curl up in a sickeningly sweet smile, the Doctor shudders. He's in so much trouble.
Fandom: Doctor Who
Rating: PG
Pairing: none
Word Count: 520
Disclaimer: Do I look like I own any of this? Because, sadly, I don't.
Warnings: crack?
Summary: After LOTTL Ten finds someone familiar...sort of.
Author's Note: This was inspired loosely by yaseanne's But What Happened to Fitz? on henriettastreet.
The Doctor's mind is still aching, shying away from the now-silent place where the Master's presence had echoed for the past year. He's not paying much attention to either Jack or Martha, even though a small voice is telling him that he should be, and is only absently piloting the TARDIS to Cardiff to drop Jack off. And it's only when they land and Jack opens the TARDIS door that the Doctor snaps to almost painful attention.
The silent place in his mind is suddenly humming again.
He practically shoves Jack into Martha in his haste to exit the TARDIS, not even bothering to toss an apology over his shoulder as he dashes into the hub of Torchwood Three in search of the elusive mental presence. He only gets a few feet before he skids to a stop, raising his hands in frustration as he finally notices the four people pointing guns at his chest and the one unarmed and somehow familiar woman standing with crossed arms and a fierce glower on her face.
It only takes a moment for him to realize that the humming in his mind is coming from her, and his frustration almost completely vanishes. He's found her, whoever she turns out to be.
He has absolutely no idea what he's going to say as he opens his mouth, and the woman doesn't give him the chance to figure it out as she strides forward, completely ignoring the guns as she heads straight for him and slaps him in the face so hard that it makes his ears ring. He's still trying to regain his bearings when she grabs the lapels of his jacket and pulls him down so that they're nearly nose to nose.
"I've put up with a lot from you, Doctor. I never said anything when you lost your memory every other day, or when you kept randomly snogging people when you got excited and giving them ideas, or when you kept nearly getting me killed in insanely creative ways, or even when you left your wet towels all over the floor because you got distracted by something shiny. But you have finally gone too far this time."
She shoves him backwards, nearly making him trip over his own feet, so that she can wave an arm across her body. "Your bloody ship decided that just remembering me as I was wasn't good enough. Oh, no. It decided that sometime in your relative future you were going to need a Gallifreyan baby-making machine and I'd be perfect for the job, with a few little alterations. Of course, there was no need to mention any of this to me. So imagine my surprise when I wake up after being hit by a car looking like this."
Her voice has never gotten above a low throaty growl, and something about the cadence of her speech sparks the Doctor's memory. He looks into her angry grey eyes and suddenly all the pieces come together.
"Fitz?"
When she nods and her lips curl up in a sickeningly sweet smile, the Doctor shudders. He's in so much trouble.