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You didn’t want to be whacked in the head. I mean, what kind of person walked around asking to get whacked in the head? It had sort of just… happened.
One minute you were running away from some alien, and the next you were on the floor with a massive headache.
The rest was sort of a blur. There was a lot of yelling, mostly on the Doctor’s part. And, before you knew it, you were drifting in and out of consciousness on the TARDIS’ cold metal floor.
“Stay with me,” the Doctor commanded, tapping your cheek aggressively.
You grumbled and groaned, shoving the Doctor’s hands off of you. There was a blinding pain in the back of your head that made it almost impossible to form a coherent thought. You scrunched your face, your hands needlessly clawing at the back of your head.
“What is it?” The Doctor asked, concerned. “What’s wrong?”
“It’s like a really bad headache,” you grunted, the pain almost blinding. You didn’t know how else to explain it. It was an all-consuming pain, the kind that made everything else irrelevant.
You figured it was a cause of whatever the aliens had hit you out with, but there was no physical wound to show for it. Meaning the injury was internal, which was concerning, to say the least.
The Doctor was poking about the back of your head, trying to find the injury. At the same time, he rubbed circles on the skin of your wrist, his own futile attempt to calm you down. Pretty quickly he came to the same conclusion you had; the damage was internal.
“I think there is something I can do,” he trailed off.
“But?” you winced, sensing there was something holding him back.
“I’m going to have to go through your head, it’s pretty invasive.”
“If it gets rid of this I don't care.”
“Just,” the Doctor hesitated, “relax.”
You let your eyes flutter closed as the Doctor’s slender fingers found their way to your temples.
Almost instantaneously, images started flashing through your mind.
The day you met the Doctor. When you ran into him on the street and spilled your coffee all over his suit. The lopsided grin he flashed you when you blabbered your apologies, rummaging in your bag for a napkin to dab the stain with. The spaceship that ever so conveniently crashed a few feet away from the two of you. Oh, the running you did that day. You suppose you never really stopped after that.
“I have room for one more,” The Doctor had said afterward, leaning against his blue box.
“I don’t know,” you had said, tilting your head, “that ship looks a little small.”
The Doctor grinned at you and opened the door, beckoning you inside.
“It’s… smaller on the outside,” you gasped. The Doctor looked at you shocked, confused that you hadn’t had the exact response most people did. Still, you had never seen anything as magical as it in your life. Yet, somehow it instantly felt like home. You felt as if you’d never belong anywhere else as much as you did inside that impossible ship.
The memories started moving faster after that. Adventure after adventure with the Doctor. Flashes of his face, his freckles, his hair.
You suddenly remembered the Doctor was in your head and instantly became embarrassed. You didn’t want to admit you thought about him this much. You tried your best to move on, but your brain had latched onto the man.
“How long are you going to let me stay with you?” your own voice echoed in your head.
“As long as you can put up with me,” The Doctor had smiled, leaning into you. Happily, you slipped your hand safely into his.
More adventures raced by, all of the times you had run and laughed with the Doctor. Every time he lifted you off the ground in a tight hug.
“I’m brilliant!” The Doctor cheered inside your head, motioning to the 3D glasses perched on his nose. You couldn’t remember his reasons for having them on, or if they were really necessary at all. All you could remember was that smile. That big, lopsided smile. You love it when he smiles like that. When he’s so excited about something it just takes over his whole face.
Everything started to go by so fast that you had no time to stop and think about the memories flashing before you.
The Doctor’s face flashed before you again. He was situated at the TARDIS console, supposedly fixing something. His hair was messier than usual, probably from the way he manhandled it when he was anxious. In the TARDIS light, you could see the freckles that dotted his face more prominently. Sensing your eyes on him he had looked over at you, flashing you his signature smile.
Before you could stop it your own voice was rattling through your head.
“I’m so in love with him.”
You don’t know if it was yours or the Doctor’s doing but the memory faded away, more recent ones quickly taking its place before you had caught up to the present day.
A few seconds later the Doctor’s hands had slipped from your temples.
“I’ve got it,” He said quietly, pulling his sonic screwdriver from the pocket of his coat. After adjusting the settings on it he buzzed it around the back of your head. “Better?” He asked, looking you in the eye.
You nodded slightly, “Much.”
He smiled, eyes refusing to move from yours.
“How much did you see?” You whispered.
“I saw what you did.”
“Oh,” you said, breaking your eye contact. Your eyes fell to the floor, mentally taking note of all the little marks. Your hands fiddled anxiously with the hem of your shirt.
You felt the Doctor’s gentle hand trace your jawline, guiding your face back up to his. You melted under his gaze, any inhibitions you priorly had thrown out the window.
The Doctor cupped your face in his hand and leaned towards you slowly, finally connecting his lips with yours. The kiss was short-lived, gentle, and left you more than breathless.
He pulled back slightly, gazing into your eyes to gauge your reaction. Deciding it was your turn you grasped the lapel of his suit and pulled him into you, crashing your lips into his. The Doctor chuckled at your desperation, pulling you closer to him by your waist. You groaned into his touch, your own hands sprawled across his chest.
When you eventually pulled away to breathe, your breaths came out as labored pants as you stared into the Doctor’s eyes. You were so mesmerized by him, especially this close. While you caught your breath the Doctor ran his thumb over your bottom lip gently.
Deciding he couldn’t wait anymore he pulled you back into him. You happily obliged, your hands tangling themselves in his unruly hair. It was softer than you imagined, and you had to fight the urge to ruffle it. The Doctor’s own hands gripped your waist firmly, his slender fingers tracing shapes into your hipbones.
Desperate to get closer to him, you swung your leg over his body, situating yourself on his lap. The Doctor smiled into your kiss, his hands now moving up and down your back.
His tongue swiped gently across your bottom lip. You smiled and enthusiastically allowed him to deepen the kiss. You groaned and tugged the strands of his hair slightly, eliciting a smile from the Time Lord. The kiss was even more perfect than you could have ever imagined. The two of you fit so perfectly together in all the right places. His hands seemed to mold to the numerous curves of your body, your lips interlocking perfectly together, and your hands fit perfectly in his spiky hair.
The two of you stayed like that for a while, exploring each other in ways that you had previously only dreamed of.
When you finally pulled away your cheeks and lips were flushed, and your breath came out of your mouth heavily. The Doctor smiled widely at you, leaning his face forward to rest his forehead against yours. Your hand tangled with his, absentmindedly playing with his fingers. His other hand traced the lines of your face lightly.
“I forgot to say,” The Doctor whispered, “I love you. I love you so much.”
You giggled at his words, “I love you too,” you traced the line of his jaw, “my Doctor.”