This Is my first attempt at a Doctor Who Fic. Please let me know what you think!
I do not own any of the Original Doctor Who Characters or ideas.
Prologue
His coat tails whipped behind him as he ran. The bitterly cold rain plastered his trousers and suit coat to his skinny frame. He had his arms protectively around the slight bulge on his chest underneath the blue oxford shirt. The normally unruly tufts of copper hair on his head were slicked down with rain. His eyes only portrayed fear, wild startling fear. Their normally chocolate hue was completely opaque.
The slap of the red trainers he wore resonated with every bound. His hearts began to freeze when he noted the absence of movement from the bundle he held. Brick houses lined the street, but each one was vacant. At last around the corner stood an obviously out of place item. A slight sigh relief escaped his lips as he gave a short whistle and the doors creaked open.
With a swift kick of the door, he entered the blue police box. He ran straight past the tall column of glowing coral in the center of the room. It resonated a nervous hum. A feeble whimper came from the bundle beneath his shirt, followed by it turning more into him, seeking warmth. His shoulders shook with evident relief at the movement.
A white clean room stretched before him as he made his way to one of the cots. He sat down after gathering several towels. One arm at a time he peeled back the now exaggeratedly heavy coat, next followed his suit jacket. Very carefully he removed the wet oxford shirt that clung to his back button by button. The infant he had protectively cradled in his arms now sought out more warmth and began to whimper.
"It's alright little one," he spoke soothingly as he reached for one of the waiting towels, "I'm here. I've got you."
The infant no more than two months, looked up expectantly. He wrapped the baby in a blue terry cloth towel before picking it up in his arms. Quietly he moved around the medical bay, swaying the small boy in his arms while whispering a melodious tune. After several moments the infant had fallen asleep. Looking around he noticed that the TARDIS had produced a cradle that looked suspiciously like his own, but the name on the side was different.
"Thanks old girl." he whispered to his ship as he lay the infant in the cradle.
Quietly he searched his trouser pockets for his sonic screwdriver, finding the setting to dry clothing he set to work on the pile of sodden clothes on the floor. The torn trousers he wore would not do for the rest of the night. Shivering from the chill of being only in his pants and an undershirt, he began to sift through the closet on the far side of the room until he found a pair of pajamas.
Now dressed in warm pajamas, he made his way back over to the cradle. He peered down at his sleeping son. A sad smile made its way onto his face. The little boy began to fidget, now he looked up at his father with hazel eyes. The tuft of brown hair stuck up on his head mirroring the same look his father had. HIs father chuckled when he began to wiggle his way out of the blanket.
"Alright come here." he reached into the cradle.
With his son tucked in his arms he reached for his sonic before going back into the corridor.
"Well, James," he said in a quiet voice, "This is your new home."
Carrying his son out of the medical bay, he started to walk to his room which the TARDIS had moved relatively closer. The entire walk to his bedroom, the Doctor had spoken soothingly to James; promising amazing trips, showing him the best museums,, and getting him the best toys. When he got to his bedroom door he had been in the middle of talking about the trip to New New York. He told him of the sights, the people, and what they had done, all the while leaving out the bits and pieces of Rose. It was still too painful to talk about, it was too soon.
His room welcomed him with a slight glow, highlighting the matching ebony furniture and TARDIS blue bedding. In the corner sat a crib complete with midnight blue bedding accented with silver lining and planets. The mobile on top was beautifully crafted with several planets well known to the Doctor, in the center of all the outer planets hung one in particular that brought tears to his eyes. Gallifrey sat in the middle in all its magnificent glory, so meticulously crafted and it brought back reminiscent memories for the Doctor. Next to the crib was a small nightstand and changing table, both in the same matching ebony stain and silver accents. Laying James on changing table, his father quickly found a suitable pair of pajamas for him.
He chuckled at himself after he had changed his son successfully into the Earth impressioned planet pajamas. His son cooed contentedly as the Doctor placed him in the crib. Once again he began to hum a melodious tune, one that he had heard many times before, a Gallifreyan lullabye.
Once James had fallen asleep, the Doctor leaned over the edge of the crib and placed a kiss on the crown of his head.
"If anything ever happens and I can't be near you," he took a shaky breath, "Look to the stars, because I promise that I am always somewhere out there."
He stroked his son's cheek lovingly with one finger before moving to his own bed.
That night his dreams were filled with the sickening images he had seen earlier and different scenarios that could've happened. He awoke in a panic after he had seen the image of Rose's body once more. Across the room his son was shrieking in terror, bounding out of his bed he scooped him out of the crib. He cradled him close to his chest and rocked them on the edge of his bed. Tears streamed down his face as he calmed his son down from the same exact nightmare he had had.
"You're okay," he whispered hoarsely, " I've got you and I am never ever going to let you go."
If only the Doctor knew that in several months time, the fates would be cruel once more and cause him to lose his son once more. Only this time it would only be physically he would still have a mental bond with him, how strong he had yet to know.
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