ladyof-fire asked "promt: the doctor meets a new companion :)"
"Doctor! Hey Doctor! Wait!" Surprised the Doctor stopped and turned only to feel a small body slam into his own.
"Alfie, I told you, you’re too young!"
"But Doctor I’m almost 6 now!" The small boy pouted, lower lip thrust out. The Doctor reached down and ruffled his already messy hair, kneeling to look at the boy.
"Maybe when you’ve grown." Alfie looked down disappointed. "Maybe when you’ve grown 5 inches, then you’ll be able to drive." The Doctor smiled gently. "Sound like a plan?"
"Definitely!" Alfie smiled back and waved as the Doctor slipped into the TARDIS and faded.
Anonymous asked "The Doctor, the Master, and Martha are all standing in front of the Mirror of Erised."
When the Doctor looked at himself in the mirror he could see nothing but the rolling red hills of home, of Gallifrey. There he stood with his family around him, no screams, no echoing calls of “Exterminate, Exterminate”, just smiles and excitement.
The Master saw only the Time Vortex, the sweet, silent whirl of time that would lead him to his peace.
Martha Jones, incredibly strong, doctor and soldier, Martha Jones saw her family. Her loving family home and safe and for once at peace with each other and there in the back. A boy, no a man, she didn’t recognize. He was dressed all in black with a charming smile and a fierce look in his eyes. She didn’t know him. Yet.
"David, darling, I love you, you know that right?"
"Yes of course. I love you as well."
"Great, now take that horrid thing off!"
"What? What’s wrong with my vest?"
"If it had sleeves, what would you call it?"
"Exactly. So without sleeves it is a…?"
"Yes now take it off!"
"Doctor? What are you doing?"
"Science," he says, chewing thoughtfully.
"Er-" You stare down at the small army of multi-colored, many headed gummy bears, he’s lined up on the table. "What kind of science is that?"
"The most delicious kind!" He declares, smooshing the green head of his latest victim on the body of a similarly dismembered red bear. He smiles up at you. "The green ones taste best with the red."
It was the way he looked at you, as your colleague to your hand to dance, that started your heart beating faster. He stood with his hands tucked into his pockets on the edge of the dance floor watching as the other man spun you around the floor. When the song came to an end and the slow strains of the next song began, David walked onto the dance floor, smoothly cutting in and pulling you close. Dipping his head to your hair, he took a deep breath, pulling your body close to his. The soft, sweet lyrics of The Way You Look Tonight, drifted across the floor to you where you danced, pressed tight together. You laid your head against his shoulder as he whispered the words into your hair, “Yes, you’re lovely. Never, ever change. Keep that breathless charm. Won’t you please arrange it? ‘Cause I love you. Just the way you look tonight.”
You can’t silence the small moan that escapes your throat as you watch his hands move. He talks with such animation, face excited, mouth moving a mile a minute and those hands. Big palms and long lean fingers.
You don’t realize he’s stopped talking until he drops his hands to his lap; he’s watching you with fond amusement. “You weren’t listening at all were you?” He asks.
You shake your head mutely, taking his hand in yours and lifting it to your lips, drawing those fingers into your mouth. He sucks in a breath. Suddenly he pulls his hand away and draws you in for a kiss, tongue licking into your mouth and those fingers running through your hair.
Laughing, Martha gestured to the Doctor’s face. “You’ve got a bit of powder on your nose.” The Doctor looked up with wide, happy eyes.
"Do I?" He reached up with a powdery finger to swipe it away, only smearing the white substance over his cheek. Martha sat back, shaking with laughter.
"No, no. Here." She said reaching forward with her napkin, removing the powder from his face. "Better," she smiled. The Doctor smiles back, before happily finishing his donut.
"Oi! C’mon, Space Man! Let’s go ride the Magic Mountain," Donna said, pulling her reluctant companion behind her.
The Doctor sighed, lowering the screwdriver slowly and still eyeing the large mouse in suspenders with suspicion, followed after her.
"I’M THE TEMP FROM CHISWICK! YOU CAN’T TOUCH MY SWAG! BITCHES DROP LIKE FLIES WHEN START TO NAG!”
"I’M THE MOTHER FUCKING DOCTOR AND I’LL BEAT YOUR LOCKS! WHEN I DROP FROM THE SKY IN MY BIG BLUE BOX!"
Jackie never really understood why Rose and Mickey liked DoctorDonna so much.
"You know Dean, the things I’m going to do to you don’t you?"
"Fuck you," Dean growled back at the man in the suit, licking at his sore mouth.
"Now you’ve got the right idea," purred the Master, biting the bloodied lip.
The small brown striped short-haired tabby cat batted playfully at his gangly and uncoordinated sibling. The smaller kitten mewled in protest, swiping out at the other cat and flopping into a small pile of fur.
"Ten, Eleven, here kitty-kitties," Idris said, curling onto the floor, hands stretched out to the kittens.
"May I introduce Sir John Doctor of Gallifrey to you Lady Idris?"
The tall gangly man bowed with a wobbly sort of grace in front of her and straightened with a nervous scratch to his cheek.
"Indeed," she murmured, holding the gaze of the nervous gentleman and winking at him as she rose from her curtsy.
Of all the angels in the garrison, there was only one who so completely baffled Castiel.
"Doctor, what are you doing with that screwdriver?"
"It needs to be more sonic, Cas."
What baffled Castiel about the Doctor was how much he enjoyed the company of this strange angel.