Title: In That Quiet Bliss
Fandom: Doctor Who
Genre: gen, fluff
Rating: G
Warnings: none
Summary: A quiet moment of respite on the TARDIS.
Notes: It's short, WAFF-ish and pointless, but it demanded to be written. So here it is. Doctor Who belongs to the BBC, not me. Though I'd take Four and Eight home with me if I could.
Theme: Rain and Storm by Yuki Kajiura
"Doctor?" Sarah ducked her head into the library, searching for the errant Time Lord.
He'd anchored the Tardis in the vortex and while Sarah didn't mind terribly, she was beginning to feel a tad stir crazy. She wondered if the Doctor wasn't feeling anxious to move on yet, especially given the wanderlust in his nature.
When Sarah didn't receive a response from within the library, she decided to sift through the Time Lord's collection of books. Trying to find the Doctor in the mazes of the Tardis when he wanted to be left alone was like looking for a needle in a haystack. She'd learned that the Doctor would come and find her on his own when he wanted company.
Sarah walked along the tall bookshelves that lined the walls of the library, scanning the titles for anything that might catch her interest. At least half of the titles looked like they were from Earth (albeit from various times), while the others were clearly alien in nature.
She picked up one of the alien books and flopped down into a large chair, pulling her legs up onto the seat. She knew she wouldn't be able to really understand the strange language of the book she'd grabbed, but figured why not try it anyway. She was startled to see the Doctor curled up on the couch in front of her when she finally settled into her own seat.
She wondered how she hadn't noticed him on the couch before, but at least she knew now that he wasn't in one of his moods; he was just sleeping. It occured to her now that she'd never really seen the Doctor voluntarily sleep before. He seemed much more peaceful and relaxed now compared to those times she'd had to look out for him whenever he'd been injured or fallen ill.
Here, it was different. The Doctor's tall frame filled the couch, even curled up on his left side as he was. The bulk of his ever-present scarf coiled under his head as a makeshift pillow, while the remainder of it snaked along the length of his lean body.
Sarah smiled and set the book she forgot she still held aside, content simply to watch over the Doctor. It was a rare sight to see him completely unguarded like this; even rarer to see him not hyperactive and manic as he normally was when awake. She sat and just watched the Time Lord for what felt like an hour before her legs began to cramp from her choice of positioning.
Standing as quietly as she could, Sarah retrieved a throw blanket from across the room on one of the other chairs and draped it over the Doctor. She knelt down by his head and brushed a handful of his unruly, dark curls out of his face. The Doctor didn't stir at all, for which Sarah was rather grateful.
"Sleep well, Doctor," she whispered before taking her leave.
