The 12th Doctor

 

Number 12

part of The Last companion AU

An: This is a drabble fic of how 11 became my number 12 focuses more on the relationship between the TARDIS and The Doctor. She is a character for me. I have given her  a bit more personality.. O.o ..

*emotions*

Doctors telepathic voice

TARDIS voice

 

Warning NOT BETA READ! (any volunteers?)

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The Doctor stumbled inside the TARDIS and collapsed just feet from the controls. It had not been a good day. Trying to stop a revolution he had been attacked and now he was bleeding heavily from a cut in his side that had severed his main artery. His one heart had failed and the other one was just minutes away.

 

//ungrateful apes! // he thinks to himself as he slips away. Ignoring the ships amusement as his thoughts. Soon all he knows is darkness. His body gently starts to glow and the energy of the regeneration stats to gather.

 

The TARDIS closed the door and controls moved of their own violation as they slipped silently into the vortex.  The room was still until the golden light exploded from the doctor. Soon a new man was lying on her floors.

 

The doctor opened his eyes. Caribbean green eyes that was gritty. His was throat raw from screaming. It seemed his regenerations just seemed to get worse. Lucky he had just one more to go then.

 

Don’t even joke about that Theta!

 

The voice in his head made the now ginger man winch slightly.

 

Sorry old girl. Its rough ya know.

 

The feeling of a world weary sigh filled his head. He dragged his body up and leaned against the column of the central console.

 

I know Theta. Believe me if anyone do know, it is me. But if you wouldn’t so stubborn you could at least have someone to hold your hand.

 

The surge of sadness loss and pain twisted the Doctor heart.

 

No its enough that everyone I meet seems to leave. No need to invite misery. Besides, I have you….

 

*Warmth - amusement* Seemed his TARDIS thought him silly. And she wasn’t afraid to think it. Oh you silly time lord I might be sentient but I am still a machine. Besides, they don’t leave. You do. The one you want will never leave.

 

A frown marred the Doctor new face. This one was less boyish and more of a man.  Still so very innocent.

 

What are you nattering about?

 

The Doctor Swept his hand through his hair.

 

Oh think about it Theta. Who do you always turn to when you feel lost and alone? Who is always on your mind whenever you gaze at something new and fantastic?

 

The Doctor’s mind flashed to dark warm eyes. Amazing locks and handsome face, But it was the personality that made Theta smile. Such valor, kindness and honor hiding behind that thin veil of vanity.

 

Jack…

 

Yes the immortal…

 

Could I take a chance? He might now want me like that...

 

The mental thump made him winch.

 

Yeah like he hasn’t been in love with you sense the first time he meet you… The sarcasm in her voice was very un-lady like.

 

The Doctor stood and made his way on unsteady legs to the study where a steaming pot of tea was already waiting.

 

You’re too good to me...

 

He ignored the TARDIS prior words about Jack but they bounced around in his head anyway. He knew the younger man wanted him. But there had always seemed to be enough reason to not take the chance. Number 9 was an asshole. But he was an asshole with scruples. That was for sure. He had known that he would hurt Jack and that was not acceptable.

 

Number 10 had been better in a way. But he was a coward. He had loved Jack, but not enough to go after the younger man not even after Rose. It made their friendship while strong and steady also quite tense.

 

11, well he was twit of epic proportions.  The mental snort of the TARDIS made him chuckle. She had likes that regeneration. He had been a flirt with her at least.

 

But it always seems the regeneration closest to the current one was... disliked on principle.

 

So what do you feel about Jack now?

 

The feeling that the mental touch of the TARDIS gave him was someone you loved stroking you hair. It was the closest he could come.

 

The Doctor closed his eyes. Imagining the younger man’s dark eyes, soft lips, and strong features. He had a wonderful wit that matched the doctors own no matter the generation it seemed. Warmth spread in his chest. Lips curling into a smile as his thoughts seemed to center of Jack’s body. Hat he remembered was strong shoulders solid chest and back. The man had a butt on him he had to admit that.

 

The lust that curled into his belly and took root didn’t surprise him. And it did at the same time. The TARDIS snort made him chuckle again.

 

You can be so dense Theta.

 

I know my dear heart. I got your point. I will go to him soon.He sipped his tea and winched. His head was pounding again as he leaned back in the chaise. But not now, I need to get on an even keel before I do.

 

Her mental hum in agreement was the last he heard as he closed his eyes in sleep, riding out the last of the regeneration sickness.