This is one of many submissions to the Prompt Relay Challenge in the Harry Potter Fanfiction Challenges forum. For those of you not familiar with the challenge, there are ten stages we have to write for, each stage having anywhere from five to twenty-plus story prompts we must fill before moving onto the next stage.
Stage Three: Sci-fi
How does one describe the Doctor?
I believed him to be a peculiar man when he first convinced me to run away with him in the TARDIS. With his constant ramblings about absolute nonsense and extreme excitability, he can be a bit overwhelming at first. The more time you spend with him, however, the more he grows on you.
He really is rather fantastic.
It's also a bit nice to have someone save you rather than be the one doing the saving all the time. Although we do seem to do a bit of trading off on that responsibility. One day I'll save him from a giant carnivorous plant he'd walked too close to by casting a spell to make it regurgitate everything that had been foolish enough to wander into its reach the last few days. The next day he'll be the one to save me from execution when I insulted the local natives' beliefs in divination like practices. Really, it wasn't much different traveling with him than it was growing up with Harry and Ron. Well, okay it was a bit different.
For one, he seems to know everything about…well everything! And he's such a charmer; he can slip us past any security standing between us and our destination. It doesn't hurt that he's rather fit too.
It can be strange traveling with him at times, and I don't mean the aliens and time travel. Of course I know about Rose, a previous companion of his whom he'd grown to love before losing her completely. I also am aware of others who have strived for his affections only to be ignored completely. I, however, find myself in the middle of these two extremes.
I don't believe either of us is capable of fully giving ourselves over to the other; the Doctor because of Rose, and myself because of all I lost during the war. There is something between us though. Something he can feel as well as I, although it took a large bottle of 23rd century wine for either of us to admit it.
We seem to have come to a silent agreement, neutral ground we are both content with. There is no cuddling up on the sofa, but we do sit with our sides touching and his hand holding mine on my lap. There are no soft caresses in the privacy of the TARDIS, but he does help me comfortably stuff my bushy mane into my space suit. There are no near-death celebratory snogs, but a delicate chaste kiss after a rather close call.
Perhaps one day we will take things farther, but for now there are no strong feelings of lust or need to push us forward. We like this. Whatever it is, it suits us just fine.