9th Doctor/OC Oneshot
Message from author: I have an idea for a new Doctor Who story that starts with the 9th Doctor, but I need to know if I am doing something right with this character I am working with. This oneshot is just an interaction between the Doctor and my OC.
Sitting on the Captain's Bench, a book was opened on my lap and my silver blue eyes were quickly scanning the words that were written in Russian. The TARDIS had translated the language for me since I am a time traveler. It has been about six months since I became a traveler on the TARDIS with the Doctor and I have really bonded with the man and the ship. She is my best friend and we have good times teasing the Doctor.
The Doctor… he is the definition of otherworldly. He is my best friend and he is the one who brought me out of my depressed state. My parents had died right before he had taken me on as a companion and he helped me come to terms with my parents' death. He showed me how to live again and slowly started to learn my routine and what to do and not to do with me.
Strands of my glossy black hair were being pushed away from my face and I looked to my left, seeing the Doctor smiling sweetly at me. I smiled back and whispered, "Hey you."
"Whatcha reading?" he asked, sitting down next to me.
"A Russian novel about Anastasia…" I answered, but noticed that he wasn't really interested in what I was reading. "What's up?"
"How are you feeling? It's been six months since your parents died and I want to know if you're doing all right," he said, crossing his right leg over his left.
I sighed and said, "Honestly, I feel better… I just can't accept the fact that my parents died when they were extremely healthy people, everyone loved them, they were well off… I miss them." Tears began to well up in my eyes.
"Maya…" he touched my cheek. "It hurts when you lose family. I have been without my family for centuries because of the War. You are the reason I can deal with the pain."
"Doctor… you are the reason I have been able to make it through all of this. I mean, when my parents died… you were there to take me in and you were the one to deal with my outbursts, crying and my… really bad accents when I was drunk on Coke-a-Cola." I laughed between sobs.
He took me into a hug and just stroked my hair, letting me cry my eyes out. He crooned in my ear and let me get his favorite jumper ruined. It was actually a normal thing for us; after we confess dark feelings with each other, he would hold me and I would cry.
When I finished, I pulled back and looked up into his blue green eyes. "Is this how it's going to be with us? Me always crying and you always holding me until I finish?" I asked in a soft voice.
He kissed my hairline and said, "Not always. Soon you'll be your brilliant, fantastic self that loves to fight evil and save little kids." He smirked that soul-snatching smirk.
I grinned and hugged him again, kissing his cheek. I pulled back and asked, "So, where next? I'm thinking London for some good chips!"
"Brilliant!" he jumped up and went to the console, typing in the coordinates in. "To London!"
I jumped up and joined him.
So, how was it? Bad? Good? Cheesy? Give me feedback! How was Maya? Was she too flat? Tell me! Also, press the R button!