Doctor Who Oneshots

Fight (11th Doctor)

The Doctor stood there for a second, knitting his invisible eyebrows as he tried to make sense of your words. Take you home? Why do you want to go home suddenly? He thought it over for a second before shaking his head. "No," His voice was softer than it had been a moment ago but that didn't erase all of the hurtful words he said about and to you. You don't think he can be so easily forgiven for speaking the words that he knew ran through your head daily.

"No? What the hell do you mean 'no'? You just told me that you wish you'd never met me. That the universe would be better off if I was left home. So that's what you're going to do." You took a deep breath to try to keep your emotions at bay for now. "You can't stop me from leaving. Even if we go to some random planet, I will choose to stay and live there over being here with someone who I can't even recognize anymore. What happened to my happy Doctor? The Doctor who I once thought I was in love with? The Doctor who would never hurt me and reiterate those fucking words that he helped me to stop believing? The one who would know that what I did was a fucking accident! You think I meant to hurt all of those people? You think I meant to kill them all? You think I wanted to help that- that whatever-you-fucking-called-it hurt people?" You were shaking at that point, not in fear but in anger and pain. Your fists were balled by your sides as you set your own glare upon him, one that could make even the worst of the monsters to back down.

"(Y/N)-"

"No. You listen to me, Doctor," you spat his name as your brows furrowed in anger, "take me home right fucking now or so help me god I will punch you into a new regeneration. I'm not going to be dealing with this-this shit you're giving me right now."

He stood by the console with his mouth gaped then. He didn't mean what he said and he wanted to make it up to you but you didn't want to listen, not that he could blame you. When the two of you had first met, you were already dealing with your own demons telling you how worthless and disposable you were. It took a long time for you to finally get comfortable with him and even longer to believe his words and get rid of those demons - and then he tells you that you are exactly what he said you weren't.

"Let me talk to you. Please." His voice was a lot softer than before. Was that remorse? Was he sorry? You stayed silent, therefore he took that as permission to continue, "I was angry. I was upset about what happened. I shouldn't have let my anger out on you. You're not the problem, my love." He walked up to you, making you tense up a little. Of course you were still scared of his anger. Seeing you tense up, he stopped. "I didn't mean to hurt you. And I know you have no reason to believe me nor to forgive me. But I really didn't mean what I said. I never meant to say those things. I love you. I can't go on without you, my love. Please don't leave me."

Those three words were like a stab to the heart. Your mind was racing and you felt incredibly dizzy from it all. He loved you? If he loved you then how could he say that? Of course you loved him back. You wanted nothing more than for him to wrap his arms around you and hold you tight while whispering sweet nothings in your ear. You wanted to love and be loved by him.

But everything has changed now. "You don't love me. If you did, you wouldn't have said what you did. As a wise band that has gotten me through so much said - 'if you love me, let me go.' (ayee do I have anyone who knows what band this is? :3) Let me go home. Stop fighting me with this."

He took another step towards you and went to grab your hand in his, but you took a step back and tore your hand away as if he burned you with scalding water. He gave you a look that was the human - or Time Lord - equivalent of a kicked puppy, making you look down so he wouldn't be able to guilt you into staying.

He fiddled with his bowtie a bit, a nervous habit he's had for a while now. "(Y/N), can we please talk about this when we're both calm?" He asked in a low voice. He could see how visibly angry you were and knew that you wouldn't hesitate to slap him - considering you've already done so once or twice in the past for other times he had hurt you.

"No. I can't trust you and I can't fucking love you like I used to. Not anymore. And you can't keep me cooped up in the TARDIS forever so you might as well listen to me." Tears began to freely roll down your cheeks at that point no matter how hard you tried not to cry. He sighed in defeat, his shoulders sagging as he realized he couldn't get through to you. You walked to your room and grabbed the few belongings that you actually owned and walked back to the console room after the TARDIS had landed.

"We're in your flat." He stated coldly, not daring to make eye contact with you.

For a moment you felt a pang of hurt in your heart. You're hurting the one man you love... You shake your head at the thought. Loved. With a 'd'. Past tense. You walk to the doors of the TARDIS, your hand against the door. The TARDIS let out a low hum, sounding an awful lot like she wanted you to stay with your Doctor. The Doctor. Not yours. Just the. You shook your head again. You took a glance over your shoulder to see the Doctor staring at you with pain in his gorgeous green eyes. You took a sharp inhale of breath before turning to look towards the doors again. You knew that he parked inside the flat rather than outside, which you were fine with. You preferred it actually.

You took a deep breath as you thought about what you would lose. The adventures, the danger, the adrenaline... your best friend, the man you love, the enjoyment of looking at the stars and dangling your legs outside of the TARDIS. All of those wonderful things you've seen, the memories of laughing at random inside jokes, sitting in the library with your head on his lap as you read. The love and compassion you've received from him.

You pushed the door open to reveal your simplistic flat. A couch, coffee table, TV and a rug is all that's in the main room, but the days that you and the Doctor stayed around here made it so much more than that. It wasn't 'simplistic' but cozy. Not quite homey however, just a nice little hang out area.

You take one step out of the door and hesitated. This is what you want, right? Yes. It has to be this way. No more Doctor and (Y/N) (L/N) in the TARDIS. You turned and gave him one last smile. "Goodbye, Doctor." With that, you stepped out of the TARDIS and into your flat.