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When you woke up, your head ached severely and your arms and back hurt when you moved. Your eyes opened and it almost seemed like the TARDIS had windows that let beautiful rays of sunlight into the room. You observed one of your favorite things whilst lying still in the bed -- the dust flowing in the rays of light. It was amazing that the TARDIS was able to create scenes like this, you thought as the dust danced across the light.

You felt something around your waist when you tried to move, something that you should have noticed before. You were surprised to see an arm there, holding you protectively to the one and only Doctor. His eyes were shut and he slept peacefully close to you. You laughed inwardly at the sight of his hair, which stuck out in all ways and hung in his eyes. One piece swayed back and forth with his steady breathing. It was definitely different from the ecstatic, hyper mess that he usually was.

As quietly as your body could possibly be, you crawled out of the bed, still aching all over. A pillow replaced your body under the Doctor's arm and you crept into the bathroom not bothering to shut the door. You examined the burns that trailed up your arms and continued through and down your back. Small shinning dust particles flowed with the scars and seemed to heal them.

Thankfully, the TARDIS was equipped with pain killers. After gulping four down without water, you spent two minutes brushing your teeth.

He woke up to hear the creaky bathroom door swing slowly open and the sink running. The Doctor's eyes opened wide with fear and surprise when he noticed he was in your bed, but his alarm dimmed down when he checked to see if he still had his clothes on.

The running water stopped and he quickly shut his eyes, making sure you would still think he was asleep. He didn't know why he did it, but he did and he stuck to his plan.

You walked out into your room where nothing had changed except the slight grin on the Doctor's face that he tried so hard to get rid of.

"Good morning, Doctor," you broke the silence and sat at the corner of the unnecessarily large bed. His sigh and contagious laugh made you laugh, too. The Doctor sat up and looked at your face, admiring every detail of your eyes and nose and lips and how the surrounding light was just right. Eventually, he let his eyes trail down, taking in just how beautiful your body was. Even with all the scars.

"My eyes are up here," you teased and watched the amusing sight of the Doctor blushing.

"I would never--why-- shut up," he muttered, taking extra caution to keep his eyes off you and keep his blush hidden. But his eyes would wander back to you, and the same question would go through his mind, 'Who are you?'

Yes, he knew your name, where you lived before you traveled with him, the color of your eyes, but he didn't know what you would do in the future. What the dark voice had said haunted his mind.

"So what happened? When we were on the spaceship?"

"The shields were down," he began, "and you were kidnapped by. . .well I don't actually know what they were, but they tied you to a pole that was apparently part of a heating system."

"Your burns may take a little longer to heal than your ribs, which are still healing, too. But they'll be gone in a week or two," his voice was stained with sorrow and depression. He blamed himself for getting you hurt. That was always the case wasn't it?

"I'm sorry I couldn't save you before you were hurt. I don't know what they did to you. I'm
sorry."

"I think I can protect you, but I can't. I only get you hurt," he continued. His vision was blurry and his voice cracked. You had no idea he felt like that and even though you hated seeing him like this, you discovered a new side to him.

"Hey, don't forget, you saved me from those. . .what were they? And you saved my life more than once, Doctor. You protect me more than you know," you paused, unsure of whether to continue talking or not. The Doctor's puzzled expression pressured you to talk further.

"You saved my life even before you asked me to travel with you, before the Daleks. It was the first word you said to me and you know what that was? Run. So I did, not just with you. I ran away from my life, my mistakes, and everything that was and could have been. When you asked me to run, I ran away from the suicide note and gun I had in my nightstand. You saved me." By this time a tear had escaped your eye, but you spoke with enough confidence to show the Doctor that you knew he protected you.

The Doctor was stunned. You were the most beautiful, wonderful person he met. Why would you do that to yourself? Who convinced you that suicide was a good idea? It made him sick to think that if he had been even a few minutes late, he wouldn't have his companion to travel with.

"(Y/n), you are the most outstanding person I have ever met. You are so important in this universe, and so very important to me. I don't ever want you to think that death is the way out. Do you understand?" His voice was full of emotions you couldn't pinpoint.

"Why am I so important?"

"You, my dear, you are the Impossible Time Lord. You are my Impossible Time Lord."

You blushed when he called you his, but you liked it. It didn't sound like he was making you a possession of his, he truly wanted you to be with him and travel.

"Now, what would you like for breakfast?" He asked lightheartedly and jumped up, taking your hand to help you up.

Description
When you woke up, your head ached severely and your arms and back hurt when you moved. Your eyes opened and it almost seemed like the TARDIS had windows that let beautiful rays of sunlight into the room. You observed one of your favorite things whilst lying still in the bed -- the dust flowing in the rays of light. It was amazing that the TARDIS was able to create scenes like this, you thought as the dust danced across the light.

You felt something around your waist when you tried to move, something that you should have noticed before. You were surprised to see an arm there, holding you protectively to the one and only Doctor. His eyes were shut and he slept peacefully close to you. You laughed inwardly at the sight of his hair, which stuck out in all ways and hung in his eyes. One piece swayed back and forth with his steady breathing. It was definitely different from the ecstatic, hyper mess that he usually was.

As quietly as your body could possibly be, you crawled out of the bed, still aching all over. A pillow replaced your body under the Doctor's arm and you crept into the bathroom not bothering to shut the door. You examined the burns that trailed up your arms and continued through and down your back. Small shinning dust particles flowed with the scars and seemed to heal them.

Thankfully, the TARDIS was equipped with pain killers. After gulping four down without water, you spent two minutes brushing your teeth.

He woke up to hear the creaky bathroom door swing slowly open and the sink running. The Doctor's eyes opened wide with fear and surprise when he noticed he was in your bed, but his alarm dimmed down when he checked to see if he still had his clothes on.

The running water stopped and he quickly shut his eyes, making sure you would still think he was asleep. He didn't know why he did it, but he did and he stuck to his plan.

You walked out into your room where nothing had changed except the slight grin on the Doctor's face that he tried so hard to get rid of.

"Good morning, Doctor," you broke the silence and sat at the corner of the unnecessarily large bed. His sigh and contagious laugh made you laugh, too. The Doctor sat up and looked at your face, admiring every detail of your eyes and nose and lips and how the surrounding light was just right. Eventually, he let his eyes trail down, taking in just how beautiful your body was. Even with all the scars.

"My eyes are up here," you teased and watched the amusing sight of the Doctor blushing.

"I would never--why-- shut up," he muttered, taking extra caution to keep his eyes off you and keep his blush hidden. But his eyes would wander back to you, and the same question would go through his mind, 'Who are you?'

Yes, he knew your name, where you lived before you traveled with him, the color of your eyes, but he didn't know what you would do in the future. What the dark voice had said haunted his mind.

"So what happened? When we were on the spaceship?"

"The shields were down," he began, "and you were kidnapped by. . .well I don't actually know what they were, but they tied you to a pole that was apparently part of a heating system."

"Your burns may take a little longer to heal than your ribs, which are still healing, too. But they'll be gone in a week or two," his voice was stained with sorrow and depression. He blamed himself for getting you hurt. That was always the case wasn't it?

"I'm sorry I couldn't save you before you were hurt. I don't know what they did to you. I'm
sorry."

"I think I can protect you, but I can't. I only get you hurt," he continued. His vision was blurry and his voice cracked. You had no idea he felt like that and even though you hated seeing him like this, you discovered a new side to him.

"Hey, don't forget, you saved me from those. . .what were they? And you saved my life more than once, Doctor. You protect me more than you know," you paused, unsure of whether to continue talking or not. The Doctor's puzzled expression pressured you to talk further.

"You saved my life even before you asked me to travel with you, before the Daleks. It was the first word you said to me and you know what that was? Run. So I did, not just with you. I ran away from my life, my mistakes, and everything that was and could have been. When you asked me to run, I ran away from the suicide note and gun I had in my nightstand. You saved me." By this time a tear had escaped your eye, but you spoke with enough confidence to show the Doctor that you knew he protected you.

The Doctor was stunned. You were the most beautiful, wonderful person he met. Why would you do that to yourself? Who convinced you that suicide was a good idea? It made him sick to think that if he had been even a few minutes late, he wouldn't have his companion to travel with.

"(Y/n), you are the most outstanding person I have ever met. You are so important in this universe, and so very important to me. I don't ever want you to think that death is the way out. Do you understand?" His voice was full of emotions you couldn't pinpoint.

"Why am I so important?"

"You, my dear, you are the Impossible Time Lord. You are my Impossible Time Lord."

You blushed when he called you his, but you liked it. It didn't sound like he was making you a possession of his, he truly wanted you to be with him and travel.

"Now, what would you like for breakfast?" He asked lightheartedly and jumped up, taking your hand to help you up.