Summary: When an adventure goes awry, you and the Doctor get into a huge fight. Feeling betrayed and guilty, you leave the TARDIS. Will the Doctor be able to get you back or are there some gifts that even he can’t repair?
Notes: Doooweeeeooooooo!!! I started rewatching David Tennant’s episodes and I fell in love with the show all over again. I hope you guys enjoy!
“How many times do I have to tell you not to wander off!” The Doctor yelled as the two of you sprinted down the hall, ducking around a corner as the aliens ran by.
“What am I supposed to do? Stay in the TARDIS while you scamper off to save the day?” You hissed back. His eyebrows furrowed into that how-could-you-be-so-stupid look that you hated so much.
“That poor girl would still be stuck in a cell if I hadn’t come and got her.” You snapped back. You paused and looked around. “Wait… where’d she go?” Both of you frantically searched around you, looking for any sign of the blue-skinned young girl who you had become acquainted with upon your arrival. She was one of the crew’s computer workers- couldn’t have been older than sixteen. She helped the two of you defeat the ship’s power-hungry captain, whose plans were to take over a small settlement on a planet, whose name you couldn’t even begin to pronounce.
“Are you two going to keep chasing your tails or are you going to help me?” A sly voice snickered. The girl stood in front of a door, the wires of its lock splayed out before her. You sighed in relief and the Doctor took your hand as you sprinted over to her.
“You don’t need to do that.” The Doctor said and he pulled out the sonic screwdriver from his trench coat pocket. “This’ll work on anything.”
“Not quite.” You coughed under your breath. He shot you a look and you smirked. The alien rolled her eyes.
“That’s not the problem Pretty Boy.” She snarked. “There are guards passed this door and unless that little toy of yours can control living things, we’re gonna need a way to get them,” she pointed through the small glass window at the group of heavily armed guards just beyond the door, “away from that.” Now she pointed toward the TARDIS, which was on the other side of the room.
“Stand back.” The Doctor ordered, holding the sonic up to the controls and a blaring alarm went off overhead. “Now run!” He again grabbed your hand and the three of you hid inside a small closet, waiting for all of the guards to scurry by. The Doctor grinned. “See, problem solved.”
“Famous last words, now let’s go!” The girl ordered, pulling both of you back into the hall. But as you started towards the door leading to the TARDIS, a hand grabbed your arm and yanked you away from the Doctor.
“Doctor!” You yelped, the hand wrapping around your neck with a blaster against your temple.
“Nobody move!” The crewman ordered, his spiked skin pricking into your back. The Doctor’s eyes went wide with panic. He held up his hands.
“Let her go.” He commanded.
“You are all going to return to the brig and turn over that device,” He motioned toward the sonic, “or your friend here will never see another star.”
“She’s the least of your problems.” The alien girl piped up and fired a single shot through the guards head. You cried out, falling out of the dead man’s hold. The Doctor grabbed onto you.
“I’m fine.” You nodded. Footsteps boomed from down the hall. The girl pulled something out of her coat. It was a small metal device with a large red button on top.
“You two get out of here.” She said, kneeling to place the object on the ground.
“No.” The Doctor snapped. “You’re coming with us.”
“I can’t let them try and take over some other planet. This baby will take out the whole ship.”
“What about you?” You exclaimed. She shrugged with a sad smile.
“Somebody has to stay behind and detonate it.” You shook your head.
“No. We can’t just leave you.”
“You don’t have a choice, now get out of here.” She snapped. The Doctor grabbed your arm and pulled you back towards the door. Your body went numb and your legs moved without you, running across the floor and into the TARDIS. The Doctor shut the door and ran to the controls, the TARDIS leaving the ship just in time for it to explode. The TARDIS rattled and jolted and you held onto the railings with all your might.
When everything finally came to a halt and the chaos of the moment subsided, you were left feeling like there was a hole in your stomach, growing bigger and bigger as if it would devour you at any moment. The Doctor gripped the controls, his knuckles turning white.
“You should’ve stayed put.” He muttered. “Then maybe this whole bloody mess wouldn’t have happened.” You stared at him, mouth gaping in shock and hurt.
“You think this is my fault?” You gasped. You curled your legs up to your chin, wrapping your arms around them. “I didn’t even know her name.” You felt the tears slip down your face and you hastily wiped them away. You couldn’t bear to let him see you cry. “She saved us and I didn’t even know her name.”
“Why couldn’t you just listen to me?” He persisted.
“What about you? With all your galavanting about like you haven’t a care in the world. They were going to execute that girl if I hadn’t got her.”
“And lot a good that did.” He spat. “You’ve been the same ever since I’ve met you. Always wanting to be the hero, even when it gets others killed.” You froze, staring into his infuriated face, his words crashing over you, like a tidal wave swallowing you whole. You stood up. His expression softened with regret as you stormed out of the TARDIS, only a block away from your apartment. “Y/N wait.” He called just as the door shut behind you.
Days passed. You went back your small, insignificant life without him. Long days of walking dogs and even longer nights working at the pub. You never slept. You couldn’t. Every time you laid down and shut your eyes, you saw his face. You could still see the blame in his eyes and feel the sting of his words. You wanted to make yourself believe that he was wrong, but you couldn’t. On the very first day you met him, your sister died trying to save you from the alien creature you thought you could take on by yourself.
He hated you. You were sure of it. Every journey you had ever taken with him had gone awry and it was always your fault. You had gotten your own sister killed and now that poor girl was dead because of you.
During the day, you could put on a smile and pretend that everything was normal. Like you hadn’t just thrown away the best year of your life. But on the nights you didn’t work, you couldn’t stop the tears from coming. You would sob yourself to sleep half the time only to wake up screaming for the Doctor. Every part of you ached and your heart felt like a hollow pit as if something had been gutted out of you. You tried to convince yourself that it was losing the travels and the adventures, and that was part of it. You came to face the fact that you had left the man you loved behind. You hadn’t realized just how much you loved him until he was gone.
After a week, you managed to pull yourself together enough to go out with a few friends for coffee and caught up on their lives. As guilty as you felt about it, you nearly fell asleep. All of it seemed so dull now. Carter with his endless amount of new girlfriends, Mary and her famous on-and-off relationship with Carter’s cousin Morty, and Ruth with her search of the ‘perfect man’.The only thing that kept you awake was the caffeine. You must have had four cups by the time you all parted ways.
Walking home, the sun was setting and you kicked a small stone down the sidewalk. People passed by you without a second glance and you kept your head down, wondering if they could tell that you were broken. You felt so pathetic. How could your life had fallen apart so quickly? Then, behind you, you heard a sound. The metallic grinding noise that you found so familiar. You turned around, your heart thudding against your rib cage as you watched the woman struggle to start her car, getting nothing more than that stubborn sound all cars made when they wouldn’t start.
Your face fell and you felt the stinging tears start to fall. You turned on your heel back towards your apartment only to run into something solid and big.
“S-sorry.” You stammered. A pair of hands latched onto your arms from behind while the man in front of you grabbed your legs. You screamed, trying to kick away the two men as they dragged you into an alley. “Get off me! Somebody help!” The one holding your arms covered your mouth with one hand and gripped both wrists in the other.
You bit down as hard as you could, wincing when blood seeped between your teeth. The man cries out, throwing open a door off the alley and barking doe the other man to get you inside. Despite your efforts, you were outnumbered and they were both far larger than you.
The warehouse was dark, except for a single light shining down on a large metal object. You tried to pull away from the man, to get as far out of that warehouse as possible. Anything that would get you away from the Dalek.
“You are friend of the Doctor.” It spoke in its monotone voice that sent chills down your spine. “You will take me to him.”
“Yeah, good luck with that.” You scoffed. When it came to these situations, you were actually quite good at keeping up a cocky and smug facade despite the panic pumping through your veins. “I don’t travel with him anymore.”
“He cares for you. He will come for you.” It moved its mechanical parts and slid towards you, the men dragging you forward. A hole opened up in the floor, revealing a vat of churning, molten metal. The men continued pushing you towards it. You laughed.
“You Daleks really are thick, aren’t you?” You snickered, but your voice was higher than usual. “You think he’ll come after me? He doesn’t care anymore! Don’t you get it? He won’t come.”
“He will come.” It insisted. “The Doctor always finds his companions.” You tried to reason with the men holding you.
“What’s wrong with the both of you? Turning against a fellow human for that thing!” You screamed.
“It’ll kill us if we don’t do this, miss.” One sounded almost apologetic. They let go of you, but pulled out a pair of pistols, keeping you cornered on the edge of the vat. Your foot nearly slipped and you let out a startled cry.
“He’s not coming you big metal dolt!” You shouted at the Dalek. “You’re just wasting your time.”
“Then you will be exterminated!” It exclaimed.
“I can’t do this!” One of the men cried, dropping his weapon. The Dalek had no hesitation before firing its blaster into the man’s chest, killing him in an instant. The other tried to run but was killed as well. You took a startled step back, the ground beneath your foot crumbling and you fell back into the vat of liquid, feeling the heat rise to meet you.
A hand latched onto yours before you could reach the deadly burning substance. You looked up into the brown eyes of the person who saved you, feeling your heart soar. The Doctor pulled you back up, arms wrapping around you as you collapsed on the dirt floor.
“Did you really think I wouldn’t come for you?” He whispered into your ear, his tone hurt, but relieved that you were alright.
“The Doctor will be exterminated!” The Dalek shrieked.
“Well, I’m shaking in my trenchcoat.” The Doctor sassed back, pointed his sonic screwdriver at the chains holding the platform beneath the Dalek. The platform fell, the Dalek sliding helplessly into the molten liquid, it’s metallic screams piercing your ears. As soon as the creature went silent, you pushed away from the Doctor, brushing yourself off as you stood.
“What are you doing here?” You demanded, seeing the TARDIS near the warehouse entrance. His face contorted with discomfort.
“I’ve been… um, I’ve been keeping an eye on you.” He admitted, rocking back and forth on his heels.
“You’ve been spying on me!” You shouted.
“Well it’s a good thing I was, or you’d be dead!” He fired back.
“Here we go again,” You spat. “The valent hero coming to save the poor, mislead damsel in distress. Well let me tell you something, I didn’t go looking for this! I was trying to get over you and our adventures when I was brought here. For once in my life, this wasn’t my fault, alright?” You covered your mouth with your hand to quiet the cries as they forced their way up your throat. “It wasn’t my fault.”
“You’re right. It wasn’t.” He sighed. “And neither was that girl’s death. I shouldn’t have put that on you.”
“But you were right.” You sniffed, hating that you were crying in front of him. “I always want to be the hero.”
“That’s one of the reasons I-” He cut himself off and you could’ve sworn he was blushing. “Right, well, let’s get you home.” He looked back at the TARDIS. “Unless of course, you would like to come with me. I was thinking maybe-” He was interrupted by your lips crashing into his. He stumbled back in shock.
“Oh my god, I am so sorry.” You stuttered. “I don’t know what-” It was his turn to interrupt you. Your lips moved against his like it was the most natural things in the world. You tangled your fingers in his perfect hair as his arms wrapped around your waist. When he pulled away, he had that famous grin spread across his face and was pulling you back towards the TARDIS.
“Can all our fights end like this?” He said cheekily. All you could do was smile and follow him into the big blue box that was bigger on the inside.
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