Please bare with me: I have not finished watching Doctor Who, I am somewhere around season five, so if anything strange appears during this story, please excuse me. But this was something I felt like writing right now. Other than that, enjoy! :)
TARDIS takes from
The Voice
The Doctor had remained yet again alone. His last companion was home, sound and safe and at least this thought was warming him. His old friend, loneliness, took its place back and the ship became yet again silent. All the same the Doctor was so used with. But the Doctor had never felt self-pity in his entire life, yet there was something taking over him and consuming him.
"Let's…get out of here, shall we?" he whispered to the emptiness of his existence and pressed the buttons of the TARDIS. But he stopped halfway, just after the TARDIS had disappeared and he collapsed into a chair. His hands felt lifeless, he was tired. He smiled at himself and grabbed his forehead.
"In a moment," he whispered.
But the TARDIS was already swift in time, hanging somewhere pointless. He didn't care. His head hung low down and his limbs just stretched senseless. He closed his eyes. Just for a moment, one single moment.
"Doctor…" he heard someone call out for him, but he ignored the voice. "Doctor," it repeated after a while.
"In a moment," he whispered, his face buried in his hand.
"Doctor, you have to wake up," the voice said again. It was crystal clear.
"For heaven's sake, I'm not asleep I merely…wait a second," he looked up at the empty ship. "Who am I talking to?"
There was no answer, but he suddenly felt wide awake.
He looked around, but the emptiness was the only presence. The Doctor jumped up and scanned the ship for life forms. Just him and the TARDIS. He remained frozen for a moment, calculating the odds in his head.
"If there are only two life forms around here… I certainly haven't spoken to myself," he jumped around the ship. He ran from one corner to the other. "It was you…," he spoke to the ship.
But there was still silence.
"For crying out loud you won't make me think I imagined it!"
"Well, it wouldn't be the first time," a woman's voice sounded from everywhere.
"It's you! I knew it! You have woken me up! Wait a minute…what do you mean it wouldn't be the first time?"
"I've spoken to you before, but usually in your dream or when you were hallucinating."
"You…what?" he frowned. "Why would you do that?"
"Only when it was necessary. Like now. You were killing yourself," the voice sounded crystal clear.
"I was not! I would never kill myself," he backed up, a little annoyed.
"Not on purpose, Doctor. But you don't know self-pity. So all those thoughts gathering up were drowning your hope and reason to live. Only a moment…it was all what was necessary. Life was starting to run out of you."
The Doctor remained silent.
"Now that all is back to normal I will remain silent," the ship said.
"No, wait, just a second. Why didn't you speak before to me? I mean conscious?"
"I am not supposed to. I am not even supposed to…have a voice."
"Of course you're not. And not a conscience. But you are a form of life I cannot fully understand. And you are…a woman?"
"I was given life from a woman, so I developed into one."
"Would you…can you take form?"
The ship remained silent.
"You can…but you don't want to."
"Doctor, we shouldn't even have this conversation," the ship said.
"How come you call me Doctor? You know my name," he approached the control panel of the ship, where he knew the heart was.
"I do, but I also know you buried it deep down. And I call you how you like to be called."
The Doctor remained silent staring at the panel.
"Please…show yourself."
The ship didn't respond like it was thinking.
"What form would you like me to take?"
"Any form you prefer. Just… don't appear to me like someone familiar."
There was silence again, but the Doctor felt something breathing. The control desk lightened up and a trace like gold came out materializing behind him. He turned and looked as the trace became a woman, with marble skin and red flaming hair. One by one her features were forming, first the lips and cheeks, the lashes and the closed eyes. She was naked, so he kept his eyes on her face.
The Doctor took his jacket off and placed it over her shoulder. Her eyes were still closed. As she opened them, she looked at him in honey glazed colors. It was a sight hard to bear, there were bits of TARDIS's heart in her eyes. But, after all, she was the TARDIS.
"You're naked…," he smiled into her beautiful face.
"I don't mind it, I am a ship," she blinked, waving her lashes, trying to get accustomed to her new form.
"Yes, but it is…confusing me. Let me bring you something to dress…" he ran to the stairs. "Anything you would like?" he turned to her.
She thought for a moment and smiled. It was a human smile like a little guilty pleasure.
"Just something blue…" she spoke with the same crystal voice, which made him smile.
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