THE DOCTOR.

    independent & selective seventeenth doctor from bbc’s doctor who. based on headcanons & previous regenerations of the doctor. written & loved by vicky ( 27 & she/her ).             carrd   !

    “oh come off it, donna! that was ages ago! it’s practically a historical event now,” she scoffed. that wasn’t true at all, and she couldn’t possibly know how long it had been for donna...but they couldn’t spend forever rehashing that event. donna would only end up slapping her again given the chance. “and it really wasn’t that bad! it was supposed to be a compliment. sort of was, if you squint. that was the height of compliments a few hundred years ago. it’s not my fault if you humans change that frequently, i can barely keep up.”

     “Where we at then?” Without so much as asking, she was making herself at home – Sylvia would be livid if she could see the Doctor eating the snacks ( likely laid out for guests ), and getting comfy on the sofa. Luckily for her, the Noble matriarch didn’t seem to be around. “Hopefully you’ve at least met me with this face before? Bit awkward if not. I’ve already eaten loads of your crisps, can’t really introduce myself after raiding the cheese and onion.”

Oi yourself.

    "oi.” ah, the donna effect. it was still in full swing. it would hopefully get belle’s attention, though, and that was the whole point! sometimes humans knew exactly what they were talking about, and apparently this was one of those times. “are you coming or what?”

    “have you ever thought about travelling?” who hadn’t, truly? that was the funny thing about humans, no matter their circumstances, they seemed to dream of escaping, at least for awhile. the kind of travelling the doctor could offer up, however, wasn’t exactly what anyone might expect. “’course you have, everyone has. imagine you could go anywhere – where would you go first?”

    “of course we’ve met before. haven’t we?” the doctor paused, blinking several times as she looked at rebecca’s blank face. this wasn’t good. she got the timings wrong sometimes, came earlier or later than expected, but not usually this off. if she knew rebecca, and rebecca didn’t know her, that didn’t bode well for anyone. “or, you know, maybe you’ve just got one of those faces! you know, those faces?”

    “Time Lord,” she offered, by way of explanation. That didn’t always mean anything to anyone, but it was the only explanation she could really give — Gallifrey was long gone, so it was rather pointless attempting to explain. The Doctor quickly shrugged that off, nodding towards the TARDIS. “My ship! TARDIS — time and relative dimensions in space. She’s a type 40, but don’t let that put you off. They were all the rage when I stole her. Anyway! Don’t worry about that. D’you want to see the inside?”

    It would be a lot for most people to take in, possibly even too much. She wouldn’t be surprised if the majority of humans — especially the grown ups — wouldn’t listen at all. The Doctor, however, was not like most grownups; they weren’t human, and they certainly weren’t about to dismiss a young person who had witnessed something so horrific. She was certain she could help, and she’d do her best to do so. “Do you know how to get there? I’m sure there’s a way I can stop this. Wouldn’t be the first time.”

    while the doctor hardly thought she looked threatening, especially in this particular regeneration, she could understand why someone would be on high alert. it wasn’t every day a person suggested you join them in a police public call box, though she wasn’t entirely sure where the danger would be — they barely looked big enough for two people, though that was where the whole ‘bigger on the inside’ thing came in. looks could be deceiving, she’d learnt that plenty over the centuries, it made sense that people wouldn’t trust her right off the bat. still, that didn’t stop her from grinning as she led the way towards her ship. even if satomi thought she was absolutely mad, she was going along with her, and that was always a good start. what happened next was entirely dependent, she supposed, but she was hopeful. she stole a glance over her shoulder, coming to a stop just outside of the tardis. “here we are then! you want me to go first?”