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[Doctor Who] a shelter from storms (Nine gen)
Title: a shelter from storms
Fandom: Doctor Who
Length: 464 words
Prompt: For Jei - Doctor/TARDIS
Pairing: Nine & TARDIS gen
Other: Set directly post-regeneration.
Excerpt: The first thing he knows in this regeneration is the TARDIS. There are new hands clutching at the console as if he'll drown, big chapped hands probably clinging so hard he's hurting her.
The first thing he knows in this regeneration is the TARDIS. There are new hands clutching at the console as if he'll drown, big chapped hands probably clinging so hard he's hurting her. It takes ten long minutes to unclench his hands, and he only succeeds when she sends the appetizing smell of tea down the corridor. His pants are tight for this new body and he stumbles when he takes a first step, but she helpfully backlights the floor and brings the kitchen closer. She needs repairs, he notices, once he's gotten the not-quite-tea into his hands and spent a few minutes with his head tucked between his knees, waiting out the nausea.
He's glad he has no companions now. He can't stand any company besides the TARDIS, and even then he sometimes wishes he could shut her out and be alone. (She takes these impulses with good grace, although after he throws the sonic screwdriver across the console room and hits one of her supports, she refuses to land anywhere except desolate, icy planets for a month.) She's hidden all the mirrors that he used to like having around. This is a face no other Gallifreyan has ever seen, and never would. It doesn't matter what he looks like.
He does repairs and alterations, anything to keep from going outside, and he sleeps even less than he should, staying up for days at a time to avoid the nightmares. He redecorates and finds the coral more to his liking now, quieter and less flashy than the ridiculous shine he'd favored in his last regeneration. He puts on a leather jacket and the TARDIS hums her approval. He pats a wall and teases her (voice hoarse with disuse, thick with a new accent,) about her liking bad boys. He certainly qualifies nowadays.
He's pretty sure he would have died without the TARDIS, and he's not quite sure how she saved him. He knows she did, because he wasn't making the effort to do it. She kept him alive when he didn't want to be, and so he lives for her, because that seems fair.
They're fine, just him and the TARDIS, until he lands in London 2005 and picks up a new passenger. Rose's look of wonder charms him when she steps aboard. It's been a long time since he's seen that look, and from the way the TARDIS hums, she's flattered too. So Rose will stay.
And later, when Rose sleeps, the Doctor pets the console in thanks. He doesn't say a thing, because he doesn't know how to thank her for all she's done in keeping him.
So instead he keeps traveling, because that makes them both happy.
Fandom: Doctor Who
Length: 464 words
Prompt: For Jei - Doctor/TARDIS
Pairing: Nine & TARDIS gen
Other: Set directly post-regeneration.
Excerpt: The first thing he knows in this regeneration is the TARDIS. There are new hands clutching at the console as if he'll drown, big chapped hands probably clinging so hard he's hurting her.
The first thing he knows in this regeneration is the TARDIS. There are new hands clutching at the console as if he'll drown, big chapped hands probably clinging so hard he's hurting her. It takes ten long minutes to unclench his hands, and he only succeeds when she sends the appetizing smell of tea down the corridor. His pants are tight for this new body and he stumbles when he takes a first step, but she helpfully backlights the floor and brings the kitchen closer. She needs repairs, he notices, once he's gotten the not-quite-tea into his hands and spent a few minutes with his head tucked between his knees, waiting out the nausea.
He's glad he has no companions now. He can't stand any company besides the TARDIS, and even then he sometimes wishes he could shut her out and be alone. (She takes these impulses with good grace, although after he throws the sonic screwdriver across the console room and hits one of her supports, she refuses to land anywhere except desolate, icy planets for a month.) She's hidden all the mirrors that he used to like having around. This is a face no other Gallifreyan has ever seen, and never would. It doesn't matter what he looks like.
He does repairs and alterations, anything to keep from going outside, and he sleeps even less than he should, staying up for days at a time to avoid the nightmares. He redecorates and finds the coral more to his liking now, quieter and less flashy than the ridiculous shine he'd favored in his last regeneration. He puts on a leather jacket and the TARDIS hums her approval. He pats a wall and teases her (voice hoarse with disuse, thick with a new accent,) about her liking bad boys. He certainly qualifies nowadays.
He's pretty sure he would have died without the TARDIS, and he's not quite sure how she saved him. He knows she did, because he wasn't making the effort to do it. She kept him alive when he didn't want to be, and so he lives for her, because that seems fair.
They're fine, just him and the TARDIS, until he lands in London 2005 and picks up a new passenger. Rose's look of wonder charms him when she steps aboard. It's been a long time since he's seen that look, and from the way the TARDIS hums, she's flattered too. So Rose will stay.
And later, when Rose sleeps, the Doctor pets the console in thanks. He doesn't say a thing, because he doesn't know how to thank her for all she's done in keeping him.
So instead he keeps traveling, because that makes them both happy.