TARDIS Gift Fic
I wrote this fic as a gift for a gift swap at avland. This is for licklesoxy, who wanted a 11/TARDIS fic. I hope you like it! It doesn't really have plot, just musings from the POV of the TARDIS. (This will later be included in my TARDIS 100 series.)
Minor spoilers for "The Doctor's Wife." A little over 500 words.
The TARDIS 100 Prompt Table. I've used this fic to fill the "Body" prompt.
I remember when we talked. We spoke to each other and I was able to communicate with him using words instead of just thoughts, alarms, sirens or bells. He held my hand - we touched skin to skin - and we ran together to prevent another disaster.
I have travelled with my Doctor for thousands of years and I will travel with him for thousands more. I have seen and will see dozens upon dozens of companions come and go. I have watched and will listen to them run together, towards trouble, away from trouble, to save the day, to save the world.
But for the first time, I ran with him in human feet that hit the ground, a frail human heart that was due to fail at any minute pounding away in my ribcage. I had to draw in quick breaths to stay alive. I sweated. It was all a thrill unlike anything I have felt or will ever feel again. I was so, so alive, and so happy and sad because of it.
Now, back in my blue box shell, I sometimes feel brief jolts of a strange feeling. It is something I think I’ve experienced before, but now it’s all the stronger for having been, all too briefly, in a human body. It feels like a bite almost, or maybe a burn. There were so many things I did not get to experience while I was in human skin. This biting, burning feeling comes when my Doctor runs with Amy, with Clara the Impossible Girl, even with River Song. This feeling comes when he touches their hands, when he hugs them, affectionate kisses on their foreheads and cheeks. I wish that could be me again, feeling his skin against mine. I want to listen to a beating heart against human ribs and lungs.
But human bodies burn up too fast. I have already lived two hundred human lifetimes and, assuming the Doctor takes proper care of me, I can and will live for hundreds more. I have seen the grief in his hearts when he calls upon an old companion or an old friend only to be informed that they have died. Usually, they died waiting for him to come back and visit one last time. I know that this will also be the case when I eventually die - when I am grounded for the last time, or burn up like the star in my centre. I will die waiting for my Doctor to come back to me one last time.
I have known for a long time that I have an important job. I am there - always there - to help the Doctor. He is trapped, stranded, without me. I am his vehicle and his home. I am his shelter and his oldest friend and of course, he is mine.
Humans grow impatient. Humans give up. They leave him or he leaves them. He and I mourn then move on. The most important thing to know, to remember, is that my Doctor and I cannot move on without each other. We do not, have not, will not give up on each other. I am his and he is mine forever.
Minor spoilers for "The Doctor's Wife." A little over 500 words.
The TARDIS 100 Prompt Table. I've used this fic to fill the "Body" prompt.
I remember when we talked. We spoke to each other and I was able to communicate with him using words instead of just thoughts, alarms, sirens or bells. He held my hand - we touched skin to skin - and we ran together to prevent another disaster.
I have travelled with my Doctor for thousands of years and I will travel with him for thousands more. I have seen and will see dozens upon dozens of companions come and go. I have watched and will listen to them run together, towards trouble, away from trouble, to save the day, to save the world.
But for the first time, I ran with him in human feet that hit the ground, a frail human heart that was due to fail at any minute pounding away in my ribcage. I had to draw in quick breaths to stay alive. I sweated. It was all a thrill unlike anything I have felt or will ever feel again. I was so, so alive, and so happy and sad because of it.
Now, back in my blue box shell, I sometimes feel brief jolts of a strange feeling. It is something I think I’ve experienced before, but now it’s all the stronger for having been, all too briefly, in a human body. It feels like a bite almost, or maybe a burn. There were so many things I did not get to experience while I was in human skin. This biting, burning feeling comes when my Doctor runs with Amy, with Clara the Impossible Girl, even with River Song. This feeling comes when he touches their hands, when he hugs them, affectionate kisses on their foreheads and cheeks. I wish that could be me again, feeling his skin against mine. I want to listen to a beating heart against human ribs and lungs.
But human bodies burn up too fast. I have already lived two hundred human lifetimes and, assuming the Doctor takes proper care of me, I can and will live for hundreds more. I have seen the grief in his hearts when he calls upon an old companion or an old friend only to be informed that they have died. Usually, they died waiting for him to come back and visit one last time. I know that this will also be the case when I eventually die - when I am grounded for the last time, or burn up like the star in my centre. I will die waiting for my Doctor to come back to me one last time.
I have known for a long time that I have an important job. I am there - always there - to help the Doctor. He is trapped, stranded, without me. I am his vehicle and his home. I am his shelter and his oldest friend and of course, he is mine.
Humans grow impatient. Humans give up. They leave him or he leaves them. He and I mourn then move on. The most important thing to know, to remember, is that my Doctor and I cannot move on without each other. We do not, have not, will not give up on each other. I am his and he is mine forever.