Still the Doctor

RP blog for fem!Ninth Doctor, pre-Rose. Please read About and Rules. Multiverse, multiship, OC friendly, selective. 21+. FC is Tamsin Greig.

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River rolled her eyes. Always an authoritative figure where she had no right to be.  “No, you don’t.” There was a first meeting with every face. “I’m the woman who thinks you might as well have a seat.” She pushed out the chair opposite hers with her left heel. “Go on.” She poured a glass of Pavlovian wine. “Care for some?”

“If you insist.” In the state the Doctor was in, she wasn’t about to oppose some alcohol. For all she knew, it could be poisoned, but that seemed to pale in comparison to everything she had endured. In fact, it would be a welcome relief. She sat down across from the woman, studying her. She had immense hair, and the Doctor, despite herself, found it charming.

“Do you have a name, mystery woman? And do you have a reason for bribing me with wine?” The Doctor didn’t drink any yet, waiting to see the woman have a sip of her own, just in case. 

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“Stay right there, I’m trying to think of a sufficiently terrible pun about medical things while simultaneously insinuating you’re incompetent -”

“Got it. How’s the malpractice suit going?”

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“They told me you were missing, assumed dead. How did you get out? I...” The Doctor didn’t want to say out loud that she had burned the planet. It was still too fresh, and saying it out loud made it more real. “And I’m not in the mood for insults. Don’t test me.” 

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River possessed a spotter guide of all the Doctor’s faces. (Of course, that never changed how she felt about certain actions. Though, it did occasionally strength her response.) She recognised this woman as the Doctor’s ninth regeneration. “Tell me, do you always interrupt other people’s business arrangements?” Tarif would lay low for an unknown duration of time before considering another trade with River; it was always thanks to her.

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“I’m sorry, who are you?” The Doctor hadn’t been keeping track of where she was going, wandering aimlessly in hopes that the numbness might go away. Wherever she went, the War seemed to follow her, and she couldn’t get it off her mind.

“I’m just passing through. If I interrupted something, I’m sorry, but I didn’t realize. And anyway, it looked shady. So good riddance. Do I know you?” It was half likely that the Doctor did; the Time War had frazzled her brain so badly that there was no limit as to what had been wiped from her mind. 

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Save the Queen - The Doctor and Regina

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The Doctor was in shock, freshly regenerated, and reckless. It was easier to hurtle through space and time like a bull in a china shop than think about what she had just done, and she didn’t plan on thinking about anything for a long, long time. Instead of the flames she had left behind, she focused on the gold flames still lingering at the ends of her fingers, and the flames inside the TARDIS.

She paused.

Fuck, the TARDIS is on fire. 

It should have alarmed her more, but the Doctor could feel nothing but adrenaline, and all this did was make the chaotic ride more fun. She didn’t know where she was, what she was plowing through, or where she would end up, but all that mattered was that she was speeding away from what had been Gallifrey. On the TARDIS viewscreen, things were changing, and she made note of it, feeling nothing.

“Ah. There’s some land.” 

Then the TARDIS crashed, throwing her against the floor with the force of it. The Doctor nearly blacked out, but she forced herself back up, trying to regain her bearings. The adrenaline was gone now, replaced by the guilt and dread she had been trying to escape. Flames flickered inside her TARDIS, and the Doctor pushed herself up to the console, flicking some switches.

“Time for a new desktop theme. I’ll leave it to you.” It was all too tempting to let both herself and the TARDIS die here, but her love for the ship made her walk out the door so the TARDIS could repair itself. Her own life was worth nothing, but that wasn’t the TARDIS’s fault.

“I’ll see you soon.” The Doctor strode away from her blue box, following a path through a forest. She could see a castle ahead - that would be a good place to hide. She could return in a few hours and be on her way, having waited out the time in a medieval broom closet, or whatever the equivalent was. She approached a side door and opened the lock with her screwdriver, slipping inside.  

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