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[Doctor Who] chance had it all planned (Eighth Doctor/Grace)
Title: chance had it all planned
Fandom: Doctor Who
Length: 431 words
Prompt: fandom_stocking forwildandfreehearts
Pairing: Eighth Doctor/Grace
Other: Set post-canon.
Excerpt: "Grace Holloway!" he'd said, with such pleasure that she'd somehow never gotten around to filing a report on the man in Edwardian costume who walked home with her from school on the day before her grandmother died.
The night after the Doctor disappeared into the TARDIS and out of her life, Grace turned over in her bed. She couldn't sleep. In the morning, she would have to get up and start applying for a new job. Finding new cardiologist work in San Francisco might be difficult, especially if any part of the story had gotten around to the other area hospitals. She'd have to come up with a good explanation that didn't involve aliens or regeneration or the prevention of a planet-wide genocide.
Which was a shame, because she was pretty proud of her role in said prevention. But no one would believe her. She hardly believed it herself now that the Doctor was gone, but he'd never bothered to return Brian's shoes. Brian had called about his last remaining possessions and left an irritated voicemail about the missing pair of shoes. What a jerk.
And then suddenly she sat bolt upright in her bed, because it clicked.
"That Doctor!" she said to herself, and remembered.
*
They'd met before -- several times, in fact, perhaps more often than she would ever know, since he could change his face.
The first time, she was seventeen and thought about reporting him to the police when he stepped out of the bushes and grinned broadly at her.
"Grace Holloway!" he'd said, with such pleasure that she'd somehow never gotten around to filing a report on the man in Edwardian costume who walked home with her from school on the day before her grandmother died.
But now she knew who he had been, and why he'd had twigs in his hair. He told her before he left that he visited Earth quite frequently, and that he might check in. Silly her, she'd assumed he'd meant sometime in her future. But the Doctor just wasn't good with linear time.
Now that she remembered that first encounter, several other strange meetings fell into place. The man who had bought her a coffee during an all-night study binge the night before her medical school exams had been wearing a tattered letter jacket, but he had the same face. There was the man she'd waltzed with in a dive bar after a really bad breakup a few years ago -- he'd been so polite, with that adorable accent. And those were only the first couple that came to mind.
Grace shook her head, and she smiled, and the next time she ran into the Doctor, a year later when he stepped into her local grocery store with a gash across his cheek, she kissed him first.
Fandom: Doctor Who
Length: 431 words
Prompt: fandom_stocking for
wildandfreeheartsPairing: Eighth Doctor/Grace
Other: Set post-canon.
Excerpt: "Grace Holloway!" he'd said, with such pleasure that she'd somehow never gotten around to filing a report on the man in Edwardian costume who walked home with her from school on the day before her grandmother died.
The night after the Doctor disappeared into the TARDIS and out of her life, Grace turned over in her bed. She couldn't sleep. In the morning, she would have to get up and start applying for a new job. Finding new cardiologist work in San Francisco might be difficult, especially if any part of the story had gotten around to the other area hospitals. She'd have to come up with a good explanation that didn't involve aliens or regeneration or the prevention of a planet-wide genocide.
Which was a shame, because she was pretty proud of her role in said prevention. But no one would believe her. She hardly believed it herself now that the Doctor was gone, but he'd never bothered to return Brian's shoes. Brian had called about his last remaining possessions and left an irritated voicemail about the missing pair of shoes. What a jerk.
And then suddenly she sat bolt upright in her bed, because it clicked.
"That Doctor!" she said to herself, and remembered.
*
They'd met before -- several times, in fact, perhaps more often than she would ever know, since he could change his face.
The first time, she was seventeen and thought about reporting him to the police when he stepped out of the bushes and grinned broadly at her.
"Grace Holloway!" he'd said, with such pleasure that she'd somehow never gotten around to filing a report on the man in Edwardian costume who walked home with her from school on the day before her grandmother died.
But now she knew who he had been, and why he'd had twigs in his hair. He told her before he left that he visited Earth quite frequently, and that he might check in. Silly her, she'd assumed he'd meant sometime in her future. But the Doctor just wasn't good with linear time.
Now that she remembered that first encounter, several other strange meetings fell into place. The man who had bought her a coffee during an all-night study binge the night before her medical school exams had been wearing a tattered letter jacket, but he had the same face. There was the man she'd waltzed with in a dive bar after a really bad breakup a few years ago -- he'd been so polite, with that adorable accent. And those were only the first couple that came to mind.
Grace shook her head, and she smiled, and the next time she ran into the Doctor, a year later when he stepped into her local grocery store with a gash across his cheek, she kissed him first.