A/N: So I know I haven't posted in forever and I really am sorry to people who like my other fics. I have had a lot going on in life between school, family, my health and a new relationship that I just got out the habit for writing. What I'm trying to say is that I'm just getting things under control and so hopefully will be posting more often, though it might be a little while until some of the longer fics are updated as I need to refamiliarize myself with the story and the characters.
I am very British in my ways and love Doctor Who and, in my opinion, this is the best series we've had. I adore Jodie Whittaker. Honestly I never thought that we would have a better Doctor than the legendary D.T. (David Tennant) but she had truly stolen my heart (though David Tennant will always hold a place in it) and I love the Doctor/Yaz dynamic and see such potential for them. Imagine me and you also happens to be my favourite film so when I found a story prompt that had that theme I just HAD to write it. A nice little work out for my writing muscles!
I fully intend to continue this fic so please leave me a review to let me know if you like it!
Love you guys, thanks for sticking with me!
The sign that swung gently above the door read 'The Doctor's Apothecary and Flower Shop'
Perfect, Yaz thought as she pushed the large wooden door open. Despite her fury she was still intrigued by the curious little shop, from the outside she had expected it to be dark and spooky inside based on the front of the shop being made of industrial red brick with not a window in sight, but what she was greeted with was a large, bright greenhouse like room, the ceiling was made of large glass panes, and there were huge plants all around, making it impossible to see any of the other three walls. Pathways lead off in various directions creating a maze.
Thankfully there was a sign post by the door which was able to point her towards the flower shop counter; upon arriving in the large room that felt small due to the vast amount of flowers filling the room, some were ones that she could name, but many of them she had never seen before, bright colours jumping out from every corner, she found her way to the wooden counter top that looked like it would have once been used for woodwork; looking round and, seeing no one, decided to ring the bell that sat on the desk. As soon as she did a blonde women with yellow braces popped up from behind the counter, making Yaz jump.
"What did you do that from?" the women asked, Yorkshire accent coming through in her sentence.
"sorry?" Yaz replied, slightly taken aback, unsure of what she had done wrong,
"Ringing the bell like that? What was that for?" the women asked, she didn't look angry but she furrowed her brow slightly, tilting her head to one side
"oh, I… I thought it was meant to get someone's attention" Yaz replied, frowning also, why else would someone leave a bell on the desk? She thought to herself
"hmmm…" the blonde thought about it for a moment, still frowning before it suddenly vanished, a smile appearing on her face "well, I guess it worked then didn't it!" she said, much chirpier, "So, what can I do for you?"
"AH right," Yaz said, remembering why she had come into the shop in the first place "I need some flowers,"
"Well you certainly came to the right place!" Yaz smiled slightly, she was still angry but it was hard not to smile when the blonde was talking,
"Yes, well I want them to say something specific…"
"oooh, interesting" the blonde leant on the counter seemingly intrigued, "what sort of message do you want?"
"Well, how do I passive-aggressively say 'fuck you' in flower?" Yaz asked, also leaning across the counter. The blonde's brow furrowed once more for a second before her eyebrows shot up again,
"Oh, I've got it!" and with that she dashed out from behind the counter and began gathering different flowers from around the room, narrating as she went, "so, you'd need a bouquet of geraniums for stupidity, foxglove for insincerity, meadowsweet for uselessness, yellow carnations for disappointment, and finally orange lilies for hatred!" All Yaz could do was lean back on the counter and watch the women fly around the room in a whirlwind of blonde hair and blue trousers.
Finally she returned to the counter holding a colourful bouquet of fiery flowers, "here you go, it's actually quite striking!" She smiled to herself, seemingly pleased with her creation.
"It's perfect thank you, and the best thing is they won't even know what it means!" Yaz smiled to herself a little.
"Mind if I ask who the flowers are for?" the blonde asked, her tone curious but not invasive or pushy, which Yaz appreciated. She considered it for a second before saying,
"They're for my parents. We recently had a… disagreement, of sorts and whilst I don't think I should be the one having to apologise I do live with them so I kind of need to be the one to try and make peace, but I wanted to put my own little twist on the peace offering." Yaz explained quietly, part of her felt guilty for the message the flowers represented but still stood by her original decision.
"What was the disagreement about?" again, there was that innocent curiosity that meant her questions did nothing to provoke, but rather encouraged Yaz to open up a little.
Yaz glanced down at her feet for a moment before looking again at the blonde, "I told them that I was gay… and they didn't take it all too well…" she dropped her eyes again, not sure if the blonde would share her parents views on the matter. But before she could reach the end of her thought there was an impact that nearly knocked her off balance, the blonde had wrapped her arms round Yaz, pulling her into a hug. Yaz smiled, bringing her own arms up round the blonde's waist. "Um… thanks," she said almost laughing as the blonde pulled away.
"Sorry, just looked like you needed that," the blonde said a kind smile on her face. "Parents can be difficult about that kind of thing, you might find that it's just going to take them a little bit of time to get their heads around, and if not there's a wonderful community out there, with that the blonde gestured behind her, into a small office like space that looked overrun with flowers, and just visible, hanging on the back wall, a pink yellow and blue flag.
Yaz smiled again at the blonde, feeling a little glow inside. "thank you, it means a lot," they both paused for a moment, just smiling at each other "so, um, how much do I owe you for the flowers?" the blonde shook her head
"consider it a coming out present from me," she said smiling,
"oh, no, I need to give you something, they're such beautiful flowers!" she protested, the blonde tilted her head in thought,
"okay then, one thing you can give me,"
"okay," Yaz agreed immediately
"your name." the blonde said, "that's all I'll accept for the flowers." Yaz smiled, seeing there was no way to get the blonde to accept any money for them,
"Alright then, Yasmin Khan, Yaz to my friends,"
"Yasmin Khan" the blonde rolled the words around her mouth before smiling, "I like it." She concluded, looking pleased with herself once more.
"What about you?" Yaz asked "What's your name?"
"Didn't you read the sign?" The blonde asked, Yaz frowned, trying to remember back to the shop's sign,
"But that only said 'The Doctor's Apothecary and Flower Shop'" she said, confused
"Exactly, that's me, The Doctor." The doctor smiled at her, Yaz tried to come up with a response to it that wouldn't seem rude but then decided that it didn't really matter that much anyway and so must accepted it.
"Well, Doctor, thank you for all your help and kindness, I should probably head home and try to make peace," Yaz sighed slightly, dreading the task that was ahead of her. The Doctor wrapped her arms around her once more and Yaz leaned into the hug this time, her arms going round the Doctor and resting her chin on the blonde's shoulder.
"looked like you needed another, " The Doctor explained, smiling as they pulled away,
"You're quite good at sensing that," Yaz laughed and the Doctor ginned more,
"it's a special talent of mine," she said, pretending to shrug it off. "Oh, one more thing before you go!" and before Yaz had time to question what, the Doctor was off again, dashing round the shop, this time looking for something. She would disappear into a clump of flowery bushes and then reappear a little way down the room, causing a rather comical effect. "I know it's round here somewhere, one sec," she said as she shot past. Finally, after some clattering from the office like space, she reappeared holding something and grinning. Yaz couldn't see what it was until the Doctor got closer, she held out the pretty blue flower.
"what is it?" Yaz asked curiously,
"Viola Sororia" the Doctor announced, "otherwise known as the blue violet, it's often considered to the 'lesbian flower' because in the early 1900s they would be used to subtly symbolise a women's sexuality, so that they could attract other women. It's said to symbolized their "Sapphic" desire, so called because Sappho, a Greek lyric poet, in one of her poems described herself and her lover as wearing garlands of violet." The Doctor explained gently, Yaz hanging on to her every word, something about this woman intrigued her. She found her breathing had gone shallow when the Doctor stepped closer and threded the flower through one of the botton holes of her denim jacket. The Doctor was also quite whilst doing this, deep in thought.
But in a moment she was out of it, a bright smile on her face again. "There you go Yasmin Khan, all set."
"I told you, my friends call her Yaz!" to which the doctor smiled even more,
"Well it was a pleasure to meet you, Yaz," Yaz could tell how pleased the Doctor was to get to call her that. "And if you ever want someone to talk to, or just fancy a cuppa and a custard cream, you know where my shop is!"
As Yaz walked back towards home with her bouquet and violet she smiled to herself, the Doctor was certainly odd, but she was also one of the most intriguing people she had met, and, she thought to herself, she would almost definitely take her up on her offer of a cup of tea and custard cream!