A/N: We've nearly broken 30 followers for this story and I just?! Thank you all so much!? I really can't believe all of ya'll are joining me on this journey wow. just thank you!
Once they finished up in the kitchen, Finn asked if the Doctor could show him his room. He wanted to check it out, and maybe if the lights didn't take him away, he could even get cleaned up after all of the death-evading.
"Um, sure. I hope I can remember the way. It's been awhile since–" The Doctor cut himself off. "Anywho," he continued. "I think you're really going to like your room. The TARDIS designed it specifically for you. Well, I think she did. We'll never truly know for sure. It's not like she can speak for herself or anything."
"I bet you'd like it if she could," Finn said.
The Doctor grinned. "Oh yes. There's plenty of things I'd like to hash out with her. I mean, we'd wanted to go to Galaxy four. Not land of the killer butterflies. Don't know why she does that."
"Maybe you'll find out one day," Finn replied vaguely.
The Doctor gave him a look, but didn't comment on Finn's suggestion. It was probably for the best. Finn really didn't wanna steal the whole saying 'spoilers' thing. That was… someone else's job.
"Well, either way. Despite her mysterious, the TARDIS truly is magnificent. Also, she seems to share my love of bunk beds. I really do like bunkbeds."
Finn raised a brow. "Do I have a bunk bed?"
"Of course not, that's just silly. Why would you have a bunk bed?"
"I dunno." Finn shrugged. "Maybe so we could have sleepovers?"
The only experience he'd had with bunk beds was the one time he'd had to sleep over at his cousin's place. He'd been stuck with the bottom bunk. Finn wasn't one to complain either way.
The Doctor took a moment to consider Finn's words. "Huh," he said finally. "I suppose a sleepover with you would be loads of fun."
There was something to his words that suggested he already knew exactly how a sleepover between them would pan out. Like they'd had a sleepover before. If that was the case, Finn was looking forward to it.
"I think so too. I tell some mean bedtime horror stories. Watched too many cheap films growing up," Finn explained. "Always useful knowledge to have, especially now that I'm facing death all the time."
"Quite right. You know I think there's a bunch of those kinda movies in your room." The Doctor hummed thoughtfully. "We should watch them, some time."
Finn glanced at him, noticing the slight coloring to his cheeks. "I'd like that," Finn agreed easily.
The Doctor smiled, and then slowed to a stop in front of a door. There was a label on it. It read: My Knight in Shining Armor.
Finn couldn't help but grin.
"This is it," The Doctor said. A moment later the door slid open and they both stepped inside.
The first thing that Finn noticed was the window.
It stretched all along the opposing wall, and whether it was a real view or not, the sight before him was stunning. Space, endless space dotted with stars and planets and whatever the fuck else was out there. Finn gaped openly, and drifted closer to get a better look.
He pressed his face right up against the glass and said: "This is fucking beautiful."
"I know," the Doctor said, eyes locked on Finn.
"Is it real?"
"Don't know. Can't be sure. What I can tell you though, is that is an actual part of space."
Finn swallowed. "And… this just came with the room?"
"Oh yeah," the Doctor grinned. "Everything in the room, came with it. Most of the stuff you've picked up along the way has been moved to– Er. It's been moved. Feel free to store whatever in here, though. Of course, your timeline is nonlinear so be careful not to put down anything you'd wanna leave behind for too long."
"Ew," Finn said once he registered what that meant. "That's annoying."
"I suppose," the Doctor said, voice gone quiet.
"It's okay." Finn turned away from the window, directing a genuine smile at the man. "I'll get used to it," he said, feeling the need to reassure the Time Lord.
The Doctor's expression brightened. "Good! Good. You're amazing like that." He glanced around, eventually focusing on a half open door nearby. Finn felt comforted to note it was a normal door. No weird sliding mechanisms. "Ah, the ensuite. How about I give you some time to get settled? That's the polite hostly thing to do, yeah?"
"I don't mind," Finn admitted honestly. He'd definitely use the time offered to take a shower (fuck yes hot water and soap and just yes) and get cleaned up, but he didn't want his time with the Doctor to end.
"It's okay. I'm sure Amy and Rory want to have a go at me, anyway." He made his way to the door. "It's not like they wanted to run from flesh eating bugs today. I'll be back before you know it."
"Bye," Finn said, an amused smile upon his face after the Doctor's spiel.
The Doctor nodded. "Goodbye, Finn."
Then he stepped out into the hall and the door shut behind him.
Finn briefly took in the layout of his room. It was all fairly normal. Desk, bookshelf, drawers, cabinet and sitting chair. What surprised him was the bed. It was a nice, luxurious king sized bed. Well, Finn guessed it was king sized. It wasn't like he'd ever seen one in person before.
He wondered why the TARDIS had spoiled him with such a big bed. Comfort wise, a queen would've been perfect. Hell, he'd make do with a double or a king-single.
He brushed aside his curiosity and focused on the task at hand.
What was missing from his room, was a cupboard.
Where the fuck were his clothes?
Did he even have clothes?
Finn walked around, opening the drawers and the cabinet just in case. But no, zero clothes. Nada.
He huffed and debated whether to go and find the Doctor or not, when there was a soft click.
Finn spun on his heel, turning to find a crack in the wall. A small slit just to the side of his desk. Finn walked over to it and frowned when he noticed there was light coming from within. With some hesitation (a lot of hesitation, he was getting Amy flashbacks) he pushed on the bit of wall next to the crack.
The wall opened inwards, revealing a doorway.
Turned out that Finn had a mother fucking walk in wardrobe.
"Thank you," Finn said to the ceiling, directing his gratitude at the TARDIS.
There was no response, of course, and Finn moved on. He looked around the wardrobe, finding tonnes of shit he'd wear and tonnes of cool gear he had never imagined owning, but would totally wear in a heartbeat.
Take, for example, the super sweet pullover that read: Shoutout to whoever invented oreos.
Finn fucking loved oreos.
He settled on a more casual appearance that would work well with the whole 'running for his life' gig he'd recently landed. Jeans and a tee. Easy.
As he left, he eyed the pair of Nike's that were just waiting for him to put 'em on.
"Soon," he promised them and headed off for the bathroom.
Once again, as he entered the bathroom, Finn was relieved that nothing was too high-tech. Japan had been crazy enough with their toilets in his time. He couldn't even begin imagine what kinda stuff they were designing in the future.
There was a sink, toilet and shower. Easy enough.
On top of that, it was well stocked with everything he'd need, like soap and towels and toothpaste etc.
Before he stepped into the shower, Finn sent a prayer to the magical lights that'd been following him around, and asked them to avoid porting him when he was showering.
Because that would just not end well.
It must've worked, because Finn was able to clean up in peace.
And, for the record; the water pressure was amazing.
"Hey, Doctor," Finn began. The man had returned after giving Finn some privacy to get cleaned up, which was generous for the impatient Time Lord. Finn had been exploring the last few minutes, and he'd found a whole bunch of things.
There were some personal affects, things he must've picked up along the way. There was a small, bulb shaped cactus plant with the name 'Bob' scribbled across its pot in sharpie. A journal sat on the bedside table, filled with random words that were arranged in an aesthetic order.
And in the corner there was a leather bound satchel, the inside of which was empty.
There were also things that could entertain him in his free time. Some of which included: a laptop, Rubix cube, DS, sketchbook and... "Wanna one-v-one me in laser tag?"
Laser guns. Fuck yeah.
Also, he'd get to try out his new runners.
"Normally I'm against the use of weapons," the Doctor walked over and picked one of the toy guns up. He examined it with a sharp eye, turning it this way and that. "But for you I'll make an exception."
"You do know that they're not actual laser guns, right? They're toys. Completely harmless."
The Doctor scoffed after a slight pause. "Yep. 'Course I do."
Finn eyed him skeptically, but grabbed his gun anyway. "Alright then. Let's do this!"
"Today we fight a battle against a great foe," Finn announced as he paced back and forth. "So it is now more important than ever that we work as a team. We fight with each other, for each other, and together… We shall achieve victory!
Now. Who's with me?"
Finn turned and faced the array of action figured that sat upon a shelf in his room (his room, in the TARDIS, holy fuck.) They, of course, did not respond. Finn cocked his gun (turned it on) anyway and cheered: "Let's go fuck some shit up!"
He charged out of the room, aiming his gun as he crept his way down the corridor. The Doctor was starting from the control room, and Finn was at least 50% sure he wouldn't get lost. He figured that even if he did, the TARDIS would do her best to keep him safe.
After a while of sneaking, Finn saw movement up ahead of him and he quickly ducked behind the arch of a doorway. He felt as his heart began to race in his chest and he did his best to remain completely still.
He waited, and listened.
Footsteps.
Finn dived from his cover and spammed the trigger of his gun, spraying a barrage of 'bullets' at where he'd thought the source of the noise had come from.
There was a yelp and Finn quickly ducked into another archway.
"Good one!" The Doctor called. "If I didn't know any better, I'd say you'd had training. Of course that's rubbish. You don't have a violent bone in your body."
"Well, unless it's laser skirmish!" Finn shouted back. "C'mon. You've got two more lives, let's do this!"
There was a laugh, and then more footsteps that faded into the distance.
Finn followed after a few seconds. He stayed low, which made progress slow. When he made it to the console room, it was empty.
Or, at least, Finn couldn't see the Doctor anywhere.
The sound of lasers filled the air, and Finn rushed under the stairs before he could get hit.
"Too slow, old man!" Finn taunted.
"Shut up!" The Doctor called back.
There. Finn's eyes snapped to where he'd heard the Doctor's voice. Upstairs, and to the left.
He peeked out from his hiding spot, and sure enough, the Doctor was up above.
There was no easy way for him to get up there. Finn realised that he was left with one option. At least the odds were in his favor, his three lives to the doctor's two.
With a (hopefully) fearsome warcry, Finn emerged from his hiding spot and took aim.
The Doctor got the first shot before Finn had him in his sights.
He missed his next shot, and by then Finn had his gun aimed.
With a grin he double-tapped the Doctor, and the Time Lord pouted as his headset proclaimed: "Game over, man! Game over!"
Finn sighed in relief. "Phew."
"I'm impressed," the Doctor said.
"You should be." Finn chuckled. "You got wrecked."
"Understatement." The Doctor leaned over the railing, looking down at Finn, eyes wide in excitement. "I need another chance. Rematch! First to three?"
"Let's do it." Finn agreed easily, and headed back down the corridor to reset.
And of course, when Finn won the next 2 matches in a row, the Doctor said: "First to five?"
And how could Finn resist?
They were onto their 5th rematch when Finn began to yawn. And on their 7th, the Doctor suggested that Finn go and get some sleep.
"But I don't wanna," Finn complained with a put-upon frown.
The Doctor took off his gear and handed it to Finn, expression softening with affection. "You're adorable," he teased. "Go on, get some rest. You might not get a chance like this in a while."
"Too right." Finn took off his own gear. "You know, I think I'm starting to get used to all of this."
"Yeah?" The Doctor sounded hopeful.
"I mean," Finn smiled. "It ain't that bad getting stuck with you all the time."
The Time Lord moved closer. "Even with all of the running for your life?"
"I'll take the good with the bad."
His hazel gaze sparked. "What's the good?"
"Oh, I dunno." Finn drifted forward, gradually closing the distance between them. "The food."
"Mhm," the Doctor hummed.
"The adventures."
"Yep. Those are pretty good."
They were so close to each other now. The Doctor's eyes flickered across Finn's face.
"You," Finn listed finally.
His gaze was drawn to the Doctor's lips as the Time Lord wetted them with his tongue. Finn found himself doing the same, and slowly they began to lean into each other. It was almost as though they were gonna–-
The Doctor pulled back all of a sudden. His face broke into a massive, overly cheerful grin. "Well. I think I'd best let you head to bed. I'm sure you can find your way, now." He clasped his hands behind his back. "I'll see you when you wake, Finnick."
Finn blinked, thrown by the abrupt change. "Um," he cleared his throat. "Sure. Yeah."
The Doctor's grin softened into a small, private smile. "Goodnight."
"'Night," Finn returned. But the Doctor had already left.
A/N: UGH was this not just the cutest omg, who else wants them to kiss REALLY BADLY? cause i do.
Still looking for a beta, if anyone's interested :)
Replies to reviews: I'm going to wait to do this segment until the reviews get fixed. Currently I can't see all of them and I'm not sure why. There should be 24 but only 22 show so... I'll do this in a later chapter.
I really do appreciate every single review I get. I honestly wouldn't wanna continue story if I didn't know from you guys that you were enjoying it. If no one liked it, then what would be the point?
Next time... Finn learns to drive stick, gets to put some of his skills too good use... and some hints about his future. But that kinda happens every chapter so yey!
