Anyways, the start of the 20th century is always my favorite place. It's quiet, tranquil, and peaceful. A nice place, especially out in the countryside. People can have picnics, host carnivals, and yeah the grown men partake in Foxhunt but I think it's a barbaric sport and yet they call it tradition.
Maybe if—maybe if we stayed there for a while, daddy could get better and smile once again. I think the more time we stay in the TARDIS and just keep going through space and time, the more unhappy daddy's gonna get, like I said he always gets lost in his head and the more bad things that happen around him, the more he keeps it bottled up inside and the more sadder he gets.
The only question now was this—how was I gonna get there? I don't know how to drive the TARDIS cause daddy always told me to keep my grabby little paws off of it. Oh wait that's it! I raced over to my drawer and pulled out the middle one and dug through it till I found what I was looking for.
A special teleportation watch gifted to me by Uncle Jack when my dad was in his previous form (just shortly after we first met him). I placed the watch on my wrist and I set the time and date that I wanted to go to. Once the coordinates were typed in, I pressed the center of the watch and I disappeared from my room and went to go set up my surprise for daddy.
*10th Doctor's POV*
I was fiddling around with the controls when I turned and looked up at my daughter's butterfly. For months now she's been making these little trinkets and art projects for me, and I really haven't been fair to her. A lot has happened to us, especially with what happened to Donna, and I hate to admit this to myself but I've been neglecting my little butterfly.
Maybe she would like it if I took her to see her favorite constellation, or maybe Barcelona (she always did like Barcelona). Oh! No wait! The Music of the Spheres! Yes brilliant! She and I could use some music in our life, the sound of the universe singing to us.
"Hey (Y/n)! Can you come out here for a second?" I called out to her. No response. Okay I know it usually takes her a bit of time to come down from her room but usually she'd be right here by now. "(Y/n)? (Y/n) I said can you come here please?" bah she must be listening to that loud music again, that lass I tell you what.
I left the console room and headed on over to her room and saw that her door was shut which was surprising cause she usually keeps her door open. I knocked on it and said.
"Poppet, are you okay? You're not—upset or anything are you?" I still didn't hear anything from her. "Look I—I know we've been through a lot the past several months, and I have no excuse for not speaking to you. I'm sorry. So—can you please open the door so we can talk?" still nothing.
Alright I know she has a right to be upset but she can't give me the silent treatment forever. I opened up the door and snapped.
"Alright little madam you listen here I—" it was then I saw that she wasn't in her room. "(Y/n)?" I looked around her room to see if she was hiding in her closet again (she always takes every advantage to jump out and scare me) but when I saw that she wasn't there, that's when I began to get worried.
As I left her room and began to look all around the TARDIS from the backroom pool, to the library I still couldn't find her.
"C'mon poppet don't do this to me." I searched high and low, near and far and every crack in between but she still wasn't around. "No, no, no, no, no love don't do this to me! (Y/n)!"
I raced back towards the console and went over to the computer monitor and I quickly typed in her lifeform energy. Since she was the only Timelord in existence (well next to me), I knew that she could be pinpoint at any time in any era she might be in. I only hope that I can get to her before—no! NO DON'T THINK LIKE THAT!! You WON'T lose her like you lost Donna!
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FanfictionMost of these fics will be parental fics that I've got in store but I will also post up pure Platonic fics here to. NO ROMANTIC FICS HERE unless the relationship is pure Platonic goodness.
I just wanted to make you smile again; 10th Doctor x child reader
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