Imagine the 11th Doctor finding out you’re a science geek.
You hadn’t meant to let it slip.
The conversation had started innocently enough. One minute, the Doctor was waving his sonic at a wall of crystalline rock on some distant moon, and the next he was rambling at approximately a thousand words a minute about temporal radiation.
Most people would have smiled and nodded. You corrected one of his calculations. The Doctor froze. Slowly, he lowered the device.
You blinked. “Your estimate was off by about three percent.”
“Yes.” You pointed at the display. “The decay rate changes because the particles are interacting with the moon’s magnetic field.”
The Doctor stared. Then his face lit up with the kind of delight you rarely ever saw when you divulged your interest in various sciences.
“Oh, you’re clever.” Before you could respond, he grabbed your sleeve and practically dragged you down the corridor. “Come on.”
“The TARDIS has a library?”
“The TARDIS has seven libraries, well, last I checked.”
You barely had time to process that before he launched into questions.
“Nuclear physics. How much do you know? Wait, no, don’t answer that. Psychology too? Philosophy? Any biology? Astrophysics? Ooh, tell me you’ve got opinions about consciousness.”
You laughed. The Doctor looked genuinely excited. The kind of excitement that came from finally finding someone who wanted to talk about the things he loved. You could relate.
Hours disappeared. Or maybe days. Time got fuzzy in the TARDIS. You found yourselves sprawled across the floor of a library, surrounded by books and holographic displays. One discussion became another. Nuclear energy led to ethics. Ethics led to free will. Free will led to consciousness. Consciousness somehow led to whether the universe itself could be considered alive.
“In my defense,” he said while pacing in front of you, “I’ve only had about nine hundred years to think about this.”
“And yet your argument still has holes in it,” you teased.
He gasped dramatically. “Holes?”
The Doctor grinned. For a moment, the endless movement stopped. No running from monsters, or saving planets, or any other crises to manage. Just conversation between two like minded individuals on topics they shared an equal amount of passion in.
The Doctor settled beside you, still smiling. “You know,” he said quietly, “most people think all this stuff is boring.”
“No.” His grin softened. “You really don’t.”
And judging by the look on his face, that might have been one of his favorite discoveries in the universe.
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