I just love this pairing. Here is a little random Doctor/TARDIS fluff thing. The line in italics is from the song "Enough To Go By" by Vienna Teng. I don't own it or Doctor Who.
She was the only one who knew how old he really was. He changed his answer to that question so often that she wondered why he bothered. She could feel his timeline, complicated and winding, and yet so simple. Their lives were intertwined until death, something that she would put off for as long as possible. It was inevitable, someday, though she never thought about it. Timelines and the many twists of fate always tugged them in that direction, and she knew that when he died, she would die with him.
She knew him better than anyone, though the Loud One had come close. She had paraded around with her ginger hair, opening his hearts after they had been closed for so long. The Loud One had been more than welcome, performing a much-needed task that she, as a wooden box, could not do. She could not speak to him, which pained her considerably. Instead, she spent her time ferrying him around the universe and, on the rare occasion he slept, settling into his mind and staving off the worst of his nightmares to protect him from himself. In the morning he would wake and thank her, never failing to hug a piece of her inner structure.
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Even with his millions of languages, he could not explain what he felt for her. Theirs was a unique relationship, something that could not be described in mere words. He had the ability to transfer emotions to others, though he kept hers for himself. He made sure every companion on board knew that she was not merely a machine; she was sentient and intelligent, they had just never known to what extent. He had known that she was truly alive, breathing and moving. Stroking her console had never been enough communication for them, but they had had to make due.
He had always repaired her when she was broken. She mourned for his every face when it passed and he made a point to soothe her broken emotions as well. He could tell her different moods from her hums and whirrs, seven hundred years lending him experience that no one else had. She was usually happy, but sometimes sad or cross. He would murmur to her when his companions were asleep or paying less attention to him than something else. He would tell her stories of the places they had just been, the creatures they ran from. She would hum contentedly, appreciative of his tales. She could not run at his side as she wanted, so she was forced to live vicariously through his companions. He had never revealed that this was the reason most of his passengers were female.
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Together, they had spent seven hundred years running. He ran from his past and she ran to her future. They relished their days together, gently comforted by the other's presence when a stray left abruptly. She was his solace in times of sorrow, when he could not bear to see his own past. She calmed his wavering emotions when they threatened to overtake him, whirring quietly to remind him that she was still there and she would always be. She could see all of time and space, after all; she had access to the most important spoilers of all.
When she had been shoved into the flesh body, there was a question she wanted to ask him, but they both already knew the answer.
"Would it be enough to live on if my love could keep you alive?"
