Thirteen - A collection of stories

Broken - Meeting an Alien

Doctor X Trans Male Reader

       Trigger Warnings:
Self Harm
Suicide
May contain sensitive language that can upset or offend you. If you are easily upset by bigoted language, I  suggest you do not read this.
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Keywords for this chapter:
Y/N = Your Name
Y/D/N = Your Dead Name
E/C = Eye Colour
H/C = Hair Colour
H/L = Hair Length
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Reader POV:

Walking down the street I hear insults being screamed at me. Ever since I came out, life has been hell. I'm not the most interesting guy but I'm someone who'll stop all this madness one day. I grip on to my bag a little tighter as people begin to throw rubbish at me screaming out "Trans Trash", not gonna lie, its orginal but nonetheless it hurts. People always tell me it's just words, it won't hurt. But it does, it really does. Maybe even more than sticks and stones. Sometimes I just want to be taken away. I'm into astrology and philosophy. Talking about how amazing and wonderful the stars are and the possibility of life but because of this, I get picked on even more.
"HEY! (Y/D/N) I'M A PATHOGEN FROM OUTTER SPACE OOOH I'VE COME TO DESTROY THE PLANET OOOH"  Jackson pesters. The school bully. I scowl.
"Jackson, if your head spent any time out of your ass then you'd know a pathogen is a bacteria and NOT an alien." I knowingly reply. He laughs with his mates.
"HAHA LOSER NERD" is all he could muster up the courage to reply. I roll my eyes and carry on walking to my stupid maths class. I meet my best friend Jack and we walk to class together. We sit at opposite sides as we talk way too much in maths when we're next to eachother but we do exchange looks and giggles. Mr Yachter hates us. We sit there listening to every large equation. Every complicated algebraic sum. AB minus the square root of B squared plus A, I mean what human knows that? I'm verbose but not smart. I'm not talented at anything really and knowing maths? That's a talent. I'm just waiting for a miricle. Class finishes and now I have Religon and Philosophy. I love this class. We discuss if there is a God out there, what else has he created? Is there more than life on Earth? Is God an alien or an entity? I wish I  had the answers and not just theory. Jack isn't in this class, he thinks aliens are a bunch of bullshit. But not me. It's nice to think there's more then this.
               ~Time Skip~

I lay in bed, mum and dad are fighting again so I can't sleep. It's my fault they're fighting though. It's always about me. Maybe life wouldn't be as bad for them if I wasn't around, if I ended up being the perfect teen daughter they expected me to be. I get out of my bed and climb onto my windowsill, legs danging out the window. I suddenly hear yelling that wasn't my parents, she sounds like she's from Yorkshire. Footsteps came speeding down the street after a person in a suit. Three adults weren't far behind it as the yorkshire lady seems to slow down because her torch ran out. Maybe it was some cop chase? They don't look like police though. I grab my jacket and jump into my shoes. Mum and dad doesn't even notice I have left the house. I run after the person in the suit, he seems very convincing. The adults are out of breath but I'm still going. The person turns around and lets out a cry, it sounds inhumane and makes me freeze. I'm not sure it's a person anymore. What else can it be? The adults finally catch up.
"ARGH THE SLITHEEN ESCAPED!" the yorkshire lady yells. Now she's closer, I can describe her in more detail. A long velvet coat, dark blue shirt with strips and suspenders connected to the waust of her trousers, it is too dark to tell whether the suspenders are orange or yellow. Blonde hair framing her face and brown eyes with a slight golden tint. They seem so much older then the rest of her. One of the adults, a tall woman with a sheffeild accent starts taking,"What do we do now, Doctor? Have you even got the trace?" she asks the blonde woman. Doctor? What a strange name. She's not like the kind of doctors I've seen and they definitely don't go chasing after weird creatures.
"Yaz is right, hate to tell ya Doc, but the Slitheen from rapsa-corika-falapa-whatever it came from seems to have the advantage here." Yaz must be the other woman.
"I'm sorry gang, I didn't get the trace, the sonic blew out before I got a chance to." the Docor admitted, "and its Raxacoracofallapatorious, Graham"
Sonic? Raxacoricafallipatorious? This must be a joke. I start laughing. The doctor woman looks at Yaz in confusion.
"What's he laughing at?" she asks her. I stop. He. Did she just call me a he?
"I'm sorry, this all seems like a bit of a joke really. Did Jack set you up?" I question.
The woman's face turns cold. "Jack? What's his full name?" she gets closer and that golden tint becomes more ember.
"Jack fucking frost" I reply sarcastically. She backs away as she took me serious.
"Sarcasm, Jack Millainy." I backtrack. She seems to not believe me then her face changes suddenly.
"Well, you must be confused I'm-"
"The Doctor, that's Yaz, that's Graham and that's Ryan judging by his personalised gloves. You're chasing a Slitheen that's from out of space which I assume is some sort of shape shifter because normally a green thing with large black eyes doesn't really go unnoticed" I cut her off.
They stand there silently.
"About right?" I ask, The Doctor nods.
"Right, lets find it then, it must have some sort of difference to a human right? What can you tell me?" I interrogate.
"Nothing, you're not coming with us. Go back home." she demands.
I look up to my window, they're still fighting. "Whatever it is, it can't be as bad as being here." Ryan looks at me understandably.
The Doctor looks at the others for approval. "Okay, so they skin humans and where them as a suit, they tend to release methane and-"
"So, they fart." I, again, interrupt.
"Yes, in spite of a better word" she answers, Ryan sniggers but realised it wasn't the time.
"Alright, let's go!" I prod.
"We need to go back to the TARDIS" she says.
"Tardis?"