Pros & Cons of Laboratory Mishaps Pt 3
Dottore x Fem! Reader
No NSFW here, but again some parts in future will. But I use some curse words (How scandalous :0)
A/N: This took so long because my brain did not want to dialogue :(
When you groggily open your eyes the next morning there's a moment where you seem to forget last night, rolling over to reach for your robe before you get out from under your covers. As you do this you notice the notebook youâd been keeping your observations in and freeze, hand gripping your robe. Shit.. Last night was⌠What do you even call it, straight out of an Inazuman light novel would be accurate you suppose.
Shaking your head gently to clear your thoughts you pull your robe towards you and slowly begin the process of getting ready for the day. As you do your thoughts continue to race. How the hell were you supposed to explain what had happened? Even if you got lucky and had to explain it to Beta, well you were still only really acquaintances. And worse case⌠You shudder as you pull on your coat. You did not want to be stuck explaining this to the actual Dottore⌠Before you know it youâre standing at your door, hand hovering over the handle. You canât help but hesitate, how the fuck were you even going to begin to explain this. But you guess that being late wonât make this any easier, so you take a deep breath and walk out into the hallway, making your way to the lab and totally not walking any slower than normal.
As you push open the lab door it feels heavier than normal, like everything you touched shared your apprehension. Your glance across the lab and spot Beta, beelining for him before youâre stuck with another segment. You sink into a stool beside Beta with a sigh, unable to keep your swirling thoughts purely inside your head. Beta turns from the documents heâs reading with a raised eyebrow and observes your demeanor. âYou seem tired.â He says, turning to face you more. He moves to speak again but is interrupted by the side door of the lab opening and another voice. âReturn to completing your task Beta. I shall discuss the results with them myself.â Calls the unmistakable voice of the real Dottore. You canât help but deflate a little, just when youâd thought you could get the âeasyâ way out youâve been shoved into the absolute worst scenario.Â
If Beta notices your behaviour he doesnât say anything, turning back to the documents and gesturing with his hand for you to go to Dottore. Thereâs nothing else for you to do anyways, so you turn and stand. Your feet feel like lead as you slowly walk over to Dottore, whose standing by another door that you know leads to his office. Which is even worse, youâll be completely alone. As you approach Dottore steps into his office, leaving the door open for you.Â
You hesitantly walk into his office, looking around as you pull the door shut behind you. This is the first time youâve been in his office, so you distract yourself for a moment by looking around. One wall is covered in books, the whole wall turned into a bookshelf. Thereâs another door that you know leads to the palace corridors. The floor isnât the familiar bare concrete of the lab anymore, instead a wooden floor. Thereâs a large desk in the centre of the room, which Dottore is already sitting at waiting expectantly for you to sit at the chair opposite it. You move forward, noticing a small couch tucked in a corner, as if a last minute addition. Sinking into the seat opposite Dottore your nerves really kick in and you just wait for Dottore to say something, even if it might annoy him.Â
Dottore raises an eyebrow at your silence, but he begins to speak anyway. âThe potion wouldâve worn off by now. Iâd like to hear your observations, in detail please.â He says, a glint in his eyes as he says âpleaseâ that almost seems knowing, like heâs waiting for you to reveal something he already knows. You swallow, collecting your thoughts and deciding to begin small, trying to hype yourself up for the âbig revealâ. âWell, I didn't notice much after the first dose. But once the evening came I was still feeling fine, no drowsiness or fatigue at all. I donât think I was able to get to sleep until around midnight, which is later than usual for a Monday night.âÂ
Dottore nods. âAnd nothing else? No unexpected experiences?â He says with a smirk, leaning back in his seat and crossing his arms. Your eyes widen slightly did he know?! How? What are you even supposed to say to that? âWhat do you mean?â You settle on, trying to get him to elaborate, even if it was an admittedly risky move considering who you were conversing with.
Dottoreâs smirk only widens and he shrugs âNothing really. Just curious if you felt any odd sensations? Or perhaps any form of connection at all?â He says, clearly enjoying your reactions.
Your shock turns to a glare, he definitely knows. But to what extent? Was this the goal from the beginning? âYou know.â Is all you say, clinging onto the idea that you might get away with not having to put what happened into words.
Dottoreâs eyes shine slightly at your words. âAh, so you did. How wonderful. Iâm sure youâd like an explanation then?â He says, sitting forward again and dropping his arms to his desk.Â
âIf I could trouble you for one.â You respond. After the words leave your mouth you canât help but think you should be more careful with your words. But something in the back of your mind tells you itâll be fine. In any case Dottore responds before you can think it over more.
âI suppose I can take the time to explain, since this is all relevant to you now.â He begins, his eyes watching you intently for your reactions to his words. âRecently some Fatui agents discovered another Khaenri'ahan ruin. And as usual all items of interest were brought to me for research. One such document caught our Majesty the Tsaritsaâs interest, and as such I was asked to prioritise the recreation of this potion. This potion was called the âSoulmate Potionâ apparently it can be used to âlinkâ one with their soulmate for a short duration. Though how exactly wasnât indicated on the incomplete records we had.â He says, waiting expectantly for your response.
âWait, wait. So you gave me this âSoulmate Potionâ?â Is all you can get yourself to say.
âWell, it wasnât intentional. Someone messed with my vials, and I was tired enough to not notice the colour difference until afterwards.â He says with a shrug. âSo did you feel a connection or not?â
âI- Yes, I felt something that makes more sense with the so-called âsoulmate potionâ.â You say, not elaborating.
âInteresting, would you care to explain what this connection was?â Dottore asks, a knowing smirk on his face.
âYou sound like you already know.â You sigh, but answer anyway. Itâs probably best not to be too insolent to the harbinger despite your instincts trying to convince you that itâd be fine. âI could feel their touch. Like when they touched their face and such.âÂ
Dottore grins, clearly whatever he was trying to get out of this conversation he was receiving. âJust their face? They didnât touch anywhere else?â
You flush at his words, the reminder of last night hitting you again. You canât help but level the harbinger with a glare, your embarrassment stronger than your desire to not get killed for the moment. âYou know.â You repeat. âThereâs more to this. How do you know?âÂ
Dottore chuckles. âHmm, youâre more feisty than Iâd pictured.â He says with an amused smile. âI suppose I can elaborate further if it would please you. Like I said the switch up wasnât intentional but I also mixed my own up. So we had both taken a vial of this potion instead of what we were supposed to.â He says, letting the revelation sit as he watches for your response.
You blush harder, sinking back into the chair and wishing the floor would swallow you whole. So, then that would mean he was your soulmate?? But even worse? (or better?) He had been the one behind the ghost hands last night? You go to speak but all that leaves your mouth is a strangled squeak. You clear your throat and try again. âI- So weâre soulmates?!?âÂ
Dottore smiles, his sharp teeth showing, huh you thought only the segments had those not the real Dottore. âEvidently.â He says with a nod. âThis revelation is perhaps less strange to me than to you. As the segments all like you, and getting the segments to agree on anything is nothing short of a miracle.â He lets out a soft amused huff. âDo you require more proof? We could each take another dose of the potion.â He offers with a cheeky grin.
âNo!â You say immediately, clearing your throat nervously before elaborating âNo I believe you. Itâs like my instincts are telling me you wonât just kill me if I annoy you.â
Dottore laughs. âInteresting. What gave you the impression I just kill whoever annoys me? Surely it would be more efficient to use them as test subjects instead?â He says with a grin. Though you see a hint of relief at your lack of rejection, like a slip of the mask heâs presenting you.
You canât help but let out a small huff of amusement. And as you think of what to say next the absurdity of the situation hits you full force, derailing your train of thoughts. Subtly pinching yourself just so you could be sure this wasnât a fever dream, (It wasnât) you manage to find your words again. âWhy bother telling me? Iâm sure you could come up with a reasonable excuse.â You settle on asking, because the idea that Dottore had discovered you were his soulmate and went straight to outright telling you the next morning was a little odd, at least to you.
Dottore just shrugs again. âThereâs a few reasons. Mainly that Her Majesty wanted to be personally informed of any progress. And I doubt the Tsaritsa would allow me to tell her Iâd used the potion to find my soulmate and not introduce them.â He says, grinning at the idea.
Dottoreâs words arenât exactly reassuring though. âI have to meet the Tsaritsa now!â I blurted out, my etiquette barely held up to my interactions with harbingers, how the hell was I going to act âproperlyâ around our Archon.Â
Dottore chuckles and I realise Iâd said my thoughts out loud. âItâs unlikely the Tsaritsa will interact with you much.â He says. âBut moving on from that.. As soulmates we're supposedly a âperfectâ match for one another. What say you to testing this theory?âÂ
I canât help but blush again, hating that Iâm looking as much of a fool as I feel. âAre you asking me to date you?â
âI suppose, though not in the conventional sense. Since fate has deemed us soulmates I see no reason to stick to societal norms. Shall we simply agree to test the fates decision one step at a time?â
I nod, that at least I can agree to.











