So I'm just gonna keep coming back... Because you never dissapoint. Can I have one for the Doctor's reaction to finding you asleep in random places/ with his coat? (I couldn't decide which one, so you can. :P Just a little something with sleepy Y/N)
Hi Alix - Sorry, this one took a few days, have been celebrating my husband’s birthday for a couple nights in a row and working overtime. Sound like you were looking more for story than for a quick comparison, here, so I did a quick one shot focusing on 10 and 11. Hope you enjoy!
(And please keep coming back - I love getting new ideas from your (and other people’s) asks!)
Comparing Doctors: You Sleeping in Their Coat
When the magistrate came for the Tenth Doctor, letting him know he would now be temporarily released from your holding cell to negotiate the terms of both your releases, he asked for a moment and turned to you, whereyou sat on the cell’s lone chair, huddled up for warmth.
He squatted in front of you and took your hands in his, looked into your eyes. “Y/N, I’ll be back soon, ok?” he said, voice low. “Don’tworry. I know you’re exhausted and it’s been a tough day, but I’m not leaving you.”
“Promise?” you said with a weak smile.
He grinned back. “Promise.”
He stood up to walk away and then turned back, shrugging out of his coat.
“Here, take this,” he said. “Your hands are freezing. Try to warm up.”
And then he was gone. You slipped on the coat and buried your hands in the pockets.
Time ticked by very, very slowly, as time tends to do when one is in a prison cell.
You amused yourself for a while by counting all the various creatures and beings that had chased you in the six months you’d beentravelling with the doctor. Then you sorted those creatures by skin color, breathing apparatus, and height. Then you tried to think of some winner charades terms for your next game with the Doctor, because for some reason this kept popping up at the oddest time.
Eventually, you realized that however quickly he hoped to be back, this was obviously going to take a while, and you were going to need somesleep. You began looking around for a reasonable place for a kip.
The Doctor was intensely frustrated when the guards finally returned him to you nearly six hours later, after endless bureaucracy and paper signing and finger printing and kow towing, during all of which he was worryingabout you. He was practically buzzing with tension clanged the cell door open and left him to collect you without a look back.
He couldn’t even find you at first in the dim light, and he felt his heart pick up a notch with worry. He really hadn’t meant to be gone solong. Then he made out the small brown bundle in the back corner of the cell.
He dropped to his knees beside you, silently, and took it in. You, curled up inside his coat, completely engulfed in it. Perhaps you’dbeen cold, perhaps you’d needed the comfort, but you’d wrapped it around yourself and settled down on the floor with an arm under your head and fallen asleep.
You looked, he thought, small and still and ephemerally lovely, your hair wispy around your face and your face gentle in sleep. Hereached a hand out and gently, softly, brushed the hair out of your eyes, overcome by the sight of you huddled inside his jacket like it was the warmest, best place in the world.
You felt the touch and opened your eyes almost immediately.
“Took you long enough,” you murmured.
“I know,” he said, shamefacedly. “I’m sorry, Y/N.”
You grinned at him and sat up. “S’ok. I got at least a half a night’s sleep out of it.”
You looked down at his coat and were horrified to notice that it was covered in dirt and cobwebs and wrinkles. “Oh no!” you moaned, starting to slip your arms out of the sleeves. “I’ve destroyed your coat!”
He laid a hand on your arm to stop you. “No, it’s okay,” he said with a soft smile. “Keep it for now. It looks good on you.”
You couldn’t help but feel a warm glow as you wandered back to the TARDIS with the Doctor’s hand in yours and his coat wrapped tightlyaround you to keep out the chill.
You had just tried it on for a lark – you’d wandered into the console room one morning when the Doctor was hard at work under the floor gratings, fixing something and muttering occasionally and all you could reallysee were his boots, but his coat! Oh, his coat. That lovely tweed thing, so soft and comfy and envy-inducing, it was hanging there on the railing, just calling to you.
So of course you slipped it on.
It fit like a dream over your worn jeans and long-sleeved navy and white striped tee – just slightly too large in that way that you had always liked, just right for pushing the sleeves up to your elbows and drooping downslightly over the shoulders, and so warm and substantial and comforting.
It felt, in short, like heaven. And that was even before you noticed the smell.
The smell? How to describe it? It smelled vaguely of motor oil, and of eraser dust, a little bit of shaving cream, just the slightest bitof a dark and amber smell you associated with whiskey, like cardamom mixed with space dust. It smelled like mystery and warmth and adventure. You raised the sleeve and buried your nose in it and it was like an explosion of happiness in your brain.
So of course you kept it for a while.
He wasn’t going to notice.
You wandered off, as you do, to cook an egg for breakfast, then set off to explore for a bit, finding several new rooms full of collectionsand keepsakes from past trips, past lives, full of pictures and portraits and scrapbooks that you glanced at with avid interest but didn’t delve into as fully as you might have wanted to, out of respect for his privacy (despite the fact that you’d apparently stolen his wardrobe), and finally explored new corners of the library until you found a book that appeared well read and folded over and loved almost to the point of falling apart, at which point you settled downto read.
You’re not sure when you fell asleep. But you know when you woke up.
You woke up when someone poked you in the foot with the toe of their boot, then plopped down next to you on the couch.
“Taking my clothing, now, are we?” he said brightly, grinning at you.
You blushed only a little. “It was just sitting there… Looked comfy. Decided to find out if it was false advertising.”
“Absolutely true,” you said with a grin, stretching your arms overhead and then hugging the coat to you. “I think I need to keep it. Smells like you.”
He looked – for just a moment, a glimmer that you almost didn’t catch before it was gone – absurdly touched, moved with emotion. He covered it by clearing his throat as if he had a cough brewing, but you were sure that he hadn’t really needed to.
“Keep it,” he finally said. “It looks like it was made for you. But only on board, okay? We can’t have people thinking I make my companions dress like me, now. That would just be, well, weird.”
“Oh right,” you said, “THAT’S what makes us weird. Right. Glad to have that all straightened out.”
You ducked when he tosses a pillow at your head.
