Time to revel Allyson's weakness/beef with her Father. Also just a bit of hurt/comfort/fluff between Ally and 11 enjoy!
Disclaimer: obviously I don't own Doctor Who! If I did there would be more cake, fezzes, and Batman references.
It had been days since my Renaissance episode but I couldn't get the begger woman's words out of my head. I should've been asleep but, sleep wasn't my friend that night, so I sat there on the floor of the console room with a glass of milk. I wasn't surprised when the Doctor found me, I could never cry silently.
"Still thinking about the Renaissance?" He held my glass of milk and sat next to me on the floor.
"Yes and no."
"Yes and no, it's about your Father then."
"He used to beat me, and say terrible things to me like 'nobody's ever gonna give a damn about you'," the Doctor flinched a little at my swearing, "or 'you're an ugly fuck' or his personal favorite 'cry and preach all you want that your gonna get out of here cause it ain't never happenin'." I sobbed harder and he pulled me into his chest.
"I'm sorry your Father said any of that to you, but I want to always remember this forever and ever. I care about you, I think you're beautiful, and I got you out of there. I am never going to let anyone lay I a hurtful hand on you ever again, got it." I nodded against his chest.
"Good, now ready for bed?" I shook my head no.
"Why not?" he looked at me confused. True my tears had stopped and I was tired, but.
"My glass still has milk in it." I said very childlike.
"You're so American." He laughed.
"You're so British." I mocked him, and downed the rest of my milk.
"Goodnight," I kissed him on the cheek, "and thanks for been a great friend, and listener."
"Anytime."
With that I went to bed, where sleep gladly welcomed me.
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