#journalofseventeen

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“Knock Knock” for the Doctor

@columbiascagedsongbird |  Send Knock Knock for my Muse to walk in on yours…| Accepting, sure, why not

13. Your character walking in on mine watching pornography. (WELL THERE’S SOLID ODDS THIS ISN’T CANON)

He always felt the TARDIS seemed more... energised when he had a Companion alongside him. It may well have been confirmation bias but he was starting to suspect that his Dearheart was as tired of his moping as he was, and she only really worked with him when he wasn’t acting like a git. 

It was in the midst of that energy, he had learned something - something tremedous, something earth-shattering, something that could literally rend all conceptions of reality and replace it with a glorious new and shiny reality - and he knew he had to share it with Elizabeth! His feet thundered as he jogged through the corridors towards where he knew he had set Elizabeth up.

Swimming pool, pool room, pool room in the swimming pool- He was struggling to find the room. Was... His Dearheart was playing tricks on him. He knew this old chestnut - it didn’t take too long for him to - sternly - tell the TARDIS that he must speak to Elizabeth at this exact moment and nothing she could be doing could be less important. It seemed she got the message as, a mere moment later, he found Elizabeth’s room. 

Flinging open the door, he began began to speak before his eyes caught the television. Then suddenly everything made sense - the whole being locked in a tower all her life thing especially. 

... Reality could probably wait a bit. “I’ll be going then.”

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"Grandfather? Do you miss gallifrey?"

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He pauses - an eternity of thought and possibility in that fraction of a second. He didn’t meet her gaze and, instead, he smiled ever so faintly.

“Every day.”

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*timidly raises hand?*

“Hm- yes, hello, yes. What?”

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It’s nine o’clock on a Saturday

The Doctor drifted around the console of the TARDIS for a moment - a small cloth in his hand, darting out to wipe away the dust that had been forming on the buttons and levers and that one spring-y bit he wasn’t totally sure about.

The regular crowd shuffles in

It still hurt him. The silence. All he could hear was the gentle thrum of the engines - but there was nothing... human. No laughter, no smiles, not even a tear. Just the thrum of the engines and the slow and steady beating of two hearts.

There’s an old man sitting next to me, making love to his tonic and gin

Was it him? The reason no one was here? Well, that was obvious. He was the Doctor, but none his companions had ever known... No one had ever clicked since he changed. But that bit - the fact no one truly meshed? Was that his fault? Was he simply looking at the world with different eyes, or was it the world looking back? He wished he knew.

He says son can you play me a memory? I’m not really sure how it goes

“Remind me,” he said simply, to no one but his TARDIS. Nothing moved, nothing changed. He realized she waited for some clarification - for something specific. He thought to himself and wondered. Who should he think of? Lovely Rose? Brilliant Martha? Brave Donna? The magnicient Ponds? Delightful Clara? 

But it’s sad and it’s sweet and I knew it complete

He yearned for his hearts to make a decision - his mind to turn up some moment he absolutely must relive... But he couldn’t. Every little victory was marked in the most subtle of ways, every moment of joy tinted by the faintest discolouration of sorrow...  

When I wore a younger man’s clothes.

“Forget it.”

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  “You’re a terrible liar, daddy. But’ll forgive ya if we can make chocolate chip cookies.”

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haveniisms aga in shh wh oops ( also could we con sider seventeen & sky )

Send me a url and I’ll kiss that muse on the lips | Accepting

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If there was one thing he was aware of, more than anything in all the space and time between all the stars that ever was, is and could be - it was how badly things could go, especially when he was involved. 

What if he hadn’t been there for her? What if she had rejected him? What if he’d never met Angel again, or they never had that spark? The cosmos was a lumbering giant - and held no malice, but equally no kindness. So as he danced slowly with her hands in his, he counted the blessings that the cosmos handed him in the form of his daughter. 

As the song’s final notes drifted on the wind like fleeting memories, he dropped to his knees before her - ignoring the grass stains that would no doubt join the motley crew on his clothing - and placed his hands gently on her shoulders.

“I hope you know how much I love you, little one. I’ll make you a gift of the width of the world - you’d only ever need to ask.” And then, to finish the sentiment, he leaned in gently and placed a tender kiss to her forehead, the smile so faint and soft - but hiding immense joy and pride at the beautiful girl his daughter was growing up to be.

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“Random question, no reason at all. If you had to pick someone from history, who would you want to meet?”