Fic: The Visitor (PG-13)
Title: The Visitor
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Nineteen, James (OC)
Summary: James gets a visitor on his day off.
Author's Notes: Not mine, only wish they were.
A very sleepy James, clad in a pair of dark blue and green pyjamas, opened the front door to come face to face with a dark haired woman wearing a pin striped suit with her hair up in a tight bun. "Uh, hello," he said, rubbing a hand over his forehead. "Can I help you?"
"It's me," the woman said in a distinctive southern English accent. "Can I come in?"
"What?" James asked, feeling like he was missing something. "Hey now, you can't just invite your way into my place."
"Why not? You had no trouble inviting me when I was male," the woman pointed out. "In case you haven't worked it out yet, I'm the Doctor."
"What? No."
"Look, use those enhanced senses of yours and tell me."
James listened carefully, detecting a second heartbeat. "So? You're a Time Lord. Doesn't mean you're the Doctor." He also noted that while she had a distinct female scent, there was the underlying familiar scent of the Doctor but he decided to mess with the Doctor for a little longer.
"You saw me change from my tenth to my eleventh self. You... I walked in on Barty Crouch Junior straddling your lap and whatever you two were doing before I interrupted, I don't want to know. You have a tattoo on your hip that you had done just before I regenerated. You told Ianto Jones he could smack me with a wooden spoon, making him very gleeful. We met in your work kitchen and you bashed the invading alien over the head with a metal mixing bowl. You got extremely drunk one night and ended up dragging me down an alley. There, we ended up having a bucket of cold water dropped on us because the woman who lived just above thought we were fighting... Shall I go on?"
"No, I beg you to stop," James said with a snicker. "Okay, let's say you are the Doctor. What do you want with me?"
"Are you going to let me in?"
"Whatever," James muttered pulling his door back so the female Doctor could enter.
"Thank you. So what have you been up to?" the Doctor questioned as she plonked herself down on James' luxurious black sofa.
"The usual. Dare I ask how you ended up female?" James answered, sitting down next to the Doctor.
"Well, one minute it was a male body and then suddenly, 'ooh, breasts'. It was weird," the Doctor answered, cupping said breasts in her hands. "I thought that once I hit my Thirteenth self, that was it for me, game over, but I was wrong. I just kept regenerating..."
"I bet," James muttered, openly staring at the Doctor's chest. "So what can I do for you? Which one are you?"
"These are nice, aren't they?" the Doctor asked, clambering on to James' lap and practically shoving her chest into the red head's face. "You know, I still haven't figured out how to put a bra on. This is my nineteenth self."
"You mean to say after countless years of taking bras off woman, you still haven't figured out to put one on?"
"It's not as if any of my former incarnations were cross-dressers, you know."
James' eyebrow rose and he looked down to the Doctor's chest. He seemed to realise what he was doing and he leaned back so he could look the Doctor in the eyes. He noticed that her eyes were now a nice shade of blue. "What do you want?"
"Now James, I know you were never this daft," the Doctor stated, wrapping her arms around the red head's neck, "or is it just because I'm a girl now means all your blood's gone south?"
"Just cut to the chase, okay, Doctor?"
"Well, you're a male..."
"Well spotted."
"And I'm a newly minted female. Well, not that new but still..." the Doctor stated, sliding her hands down the red head's chest.
"Are you suggesting what I think you're suggesting?"
"I'm still me underneath. Unless my female form disgusts you." the Doctor said, sounding hurt as she climbed off the red head's lap and pouted.
"No! It's not that. What if I woke up female tomorrow?"
"Then we can be girlfriends."
"Oh yeah, and shall we braid each other's hair while we're at it?"
"You never said what you think of my new body."
"What do you think? It's very nice, but this is just weird. I knew about the face change but I didn't know regeneration came with a sex change option."
"Why are you still in your PJs?"
"Day off. You know I do have those once in a while," James answered grumpily. "I've not long woken up. I really need a coffee. Anything for you?"
"Ooh, looks like I caught someone before his coffee. I'll have a tea please."
"Okay, make yourself comfortable," James said as he walked into his kitchen. He quickly shut the kitchen door and banged his head on the kitchen cupboard. "Stupid! Stupid! Stupid!" he scolded himself. "Ow!"
"You okay in there?" the Doctor called from the other room.
"Yeah, just trying to remember where I put the teabags," James called back, quickly putting the kettle on. "You take it the same way?"
"Yeah," the Doctor said, coming into the kitchen. "So is there anyone in your life at the moment? Dating wise, I mean." she asked, leaning against the black marble counter.
"No. You?"
"No, just me." The Doctor looked at James. "You're taller than I remember."
"That's what you get when you shrink," James retorted as he busied himself with the tea for the Doctor and coffee for himself. "Why do you wear your hair like that? I keep expecting you to go Wonder Woman on me."
"It keeps it out the way. Wonder Woman, really?"
James flushed and handed the Doctor her tea in a dark blue mug. "Yeah."
"Mm, this is good tea," the female Time Lord stated with a happy sigh as she sipped her drink as they walked back into the lounge area. "I remember that even when I was male, you liked to have a coffee before actually getting down to the shagging part," she blurted out just as James was taking a sip of his coffee.
"Thanks," James said, taking the offered hankerchief from the Doctor and wiping his chin with it. "Am I that predictable?"
"Well... not always."
"Thanks," James replied, finishing his coffee and placing his cup on the cofee table.
"Sometimes you like some toast and strawberry jam with your coffee..." the Doctor said clambering back onto James' lap. "It's your fault, you know. If you didn't smell so nice, I'd be able to control myself better."
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Nineteen, James (OC)
Summary: James gets a visitor on his day off.
Author's Notes: Not mine, only wish they were.
A very sleepy James, clad in a pair of dark blue and green pyjamas, opened the front door to come face to face with a dark haired woman wearing a pin striped suit with her hair up in a tight bun. "Uh, hello," he said, rubbing a hand over his forehead. "Can I help you?"
"It's me," the woman said in a distinctive southern English accent. "Can I come in?"
"What?" James asked, feeling like he was missing something. "Hey now, you can't just invite your way into my place."
"Why not? You had no trouble inviting me when I was male," the woman pointed out. "In case you haven't worked it out yet, I'm the Doctor."
"What? No."
"Look, use those enhanced senses of yours and tell me."
James listened carefully, detecting a second heartbeat. "So? You're a Time Lord. Doesn't mean you're the Doctor." He also noted that while she had a distinct female scent, there was the underlying familiar scent of the Doctor but he decided to mess with the Doctor for a little longer.
"You saw me change from my tenth to my eleventh self. You... I walked in on Barty Crouch Junior straddling your lap and whatever you two were doing before I interrupted, I don't want to know. You have a tattoo on your hip that you had done just before I regenerated. You told Ianto Jones he could smack me with a wooden spoon, making him very gleeful. We met in your work kitchen and you bashed the invading alien over the head with a metal mixing bowl. You got extremely drunk one night and ended up dragging me down an alley. There, we ended up having a bucket of cold water dropped on us because the woman who lived just above thought we were fighting... Shall I go on?"
"No, I beg you to stop," James said with a snicker. "Okay, let's say you are the Doctor. What do you want with me?"
"Are you going to let me in?"
"Whatever," James muttered pulling his door back so the female Doctor could enter.
"Thank you. So what have you been up to?" the Doctor questioned as she plonked herself down on James' luxurious black sofa.
"The usual. Dare I ask how you ended up female?" James answered, sitting down next to the Doctor.
"Well, one minute it was a male body and then suddenly, 'ooh, breasts'. It was weird," the Doctor answered, cupping said breasts in her hands. "I thought that once I hit my Thirteenth self, that was it for me, game over, but I was wrong. I just kept regenerating..."
"I bet," James muttered, openly staring at the Doctor's chest. "So what can I do for you? Which one are you?"
"These are nice, aren't they?" the Doctor asked, clambering on to James' lap and practically shoving her chest into the red head's face. "You know, I still haven't figured out how to put a bra on. This is my nineteenth self."
"You mean to say after countless years of taking bras off woman, you still haven't figured out to put one on?"
"It's not as if any of my former incarnations were cross-dressers, you know."
James' eyebrow rose and he looked down to the Doctor's chest. He seemed to realise what he was doing and he leaned back so he could look the Doctor in the eyes. He noticed that her eyes were now a nice shade of blue. "What do you want?"
"Now James, I know you were never this daft," the Doctor stated, wrapping her arms around the red head's neck, "or is it just because I'm a girl now means all your blood's gone south?"
"Just cut to the chase, okay, Doctor?"
"Well, you're a male..."
"Well spotted."
"And I'm a newly minted female. Well, not that new but still..." the Doctor stated, sliding her hands down the red head's chest.
"Are you suggesting what I think you're suggesting?"
"I'm still me underneath. Unless my female form disgusts you." the Doctor said, sounding hurt as she climbed off the red head's lap and pouted.
"No! It's not that. What if I woke up female tomorrow?"
"Then we can be girlfriends."
"Oh yeah, and shall we braid each other's hair while we're at it?"
"You never said what you think of my new body."
"What do you think? It's very nice, but this is just weird. I knew about the face change but I didn't know regeneration came with a sex change option."
"Why are you still in your PJs?"
"Day off. You know I do have those once in a while," James answered grumpily. "I've not long woken up. I really need a coffee. Anything for you?"
"Ooh, looks like I caught someone before his coffee. I'll have a tea please."
"Okay, make yourself comfortable," James said as he walked into his kitchen. He quickly shut the kitchen door and banged his head on the kitchen cupboard. "Stupid! Stupid! Stupid!" he scolded himself. "Ow!"
"You okay in there?" the Doctor called from the other room.
"Yeah, just trying to remember where I put the teabags," James called back, quickly putting the kettle on. "You take it the same way?"
"Yeah," the Doctor said, coming into the kitchen. "So is there anyone in your life at the moment? Dating wise, I mean." she asked, leaning against the black marble counter.
"No. You?"
"No, just me." The Doctor looked at James. "You're taller than I remember."
"That's what you get when you shrink," James retorted as he busied himself with the tea for the Doctor and coffee for himself. "Why do you wear your hair like that? I keep expecting you to go Wonder Woman on me."
"It keeps it out the way. Wonder Woman, really?"
James flushed and handed the Doctor her tea in a dark blue mug. "Yeah."
"Mm, this is good tea," the female Time Lord stated with a happy sigh as she sipped her drink as they walked back into the lounge area. "I remember that even when I was male, you liked to have a coffee before actually getting down to the shagging part," she blurted out just as James was taking a sip of his coffee.
"Thanks," James said, taking the offered hankerchief from the Doctor and wiping his chin with it. "Am I that predictable?"
"Well... not always."
"Thanks," James replied, finishing his coffee and placing his cup on the cofee table.
"Sometimes you like some toast and strawberry jam with your coffee..." the Doctor said clambering back onto James' lap. "It's your fault, you know. If you didn't smell so nice, I'd be able to control myself better."