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Just a Bit of an Adventure

"Does it look bad?"

"Of course not! You're gorgeous, (f/n)!"

"You're one to talk with your... With your chin and floppy hair and... And the bowties!"

"Pfft!"

Ten days ago the Doctor, my best friend, had taken me to a place called the Houston Hospital of Healing Hope (or the Quad H hospital as they called it there). There, the ARR (Anatomy Reconstruction and Redesign) ward had helped remove a horrible scar I've had for nearly three years. Normally, I'd have insisted against having it surgically removed, not wanting to seem vain, but when it dominates your whole face and makes you look like you'd gotten torched (which I had, come to think of it), things change.

For ten days, I'd been wearing bandages and taking an antibiotic to make sure that my face doesn't melt or something.

When the Doctor had said my face could melt, I had hit him with a dictionary.

He still has bruises.

I shook my head, bringing myself back to the present.

"Can I see it now?" I asked, raising an eyebrow. The Doctor hadn't let me so much as peak behind the bandages and I was getting antsy.

"Sure thing, (f/n)!" The Doctor exclaimed, gingerly brushing my hair back from my face before using a tissue to wipe off the leftover lotion I had to apply every time the bandages were changed. Or he applied, the Doctor had babied me since we'd left New Earth. "Just one more... Moment..."

I let him do it. I like being waited upon.

I waited impatiently for him to finish cleaning my face and straightening my hair.

"Doctor."

"Yes?"

"I believe you're stalling now."

"Sorry."

The Doctor stepped back and put down the brush and wash cloth he'd been using before he lifted up a large, handheld mirror. I bit my lip and we both smiled sheepishly as I examined my new (or restored) appearance.

The Doctor had pulled my (h/l) (h/c) back in a loose pony tail before he'd removed my bandages and my face was in full view of the mirror. Subconsciously, I raised my hands to feel my cheeks, nose, and chin.

Where previously ridged scar tissue had dominated my face, smooth skin - dream skin - stretched gently over my skull, muscles, and tendons. Averagely, at twenty four, my face would hold a somewhat more mature visage than it had when I was nineteen, or twenty one (when the accident had taken place) but it wasn't true here. I looked like a university student again, but, any acne or blemishes I had had then were nonexistent.

I'm not sure how I feel about that.

The Doctor adjusted a suspender with his free hand as I examined myself in the mirror.

"(F/n)?" He sounded nervous.

To his immense surprise, I jumped up and threw my arms around his neck, hugging him tightly.

"Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!" I squealed and he dropped the mirror, placing one arm around my waist and stretching the other out behind him to catch himself on the table. "Thank you so much!" I grinned, leaning back to take in my friend's face.

We both smiled like hyperactive five year olds who had just been given a gallon of ice cream apiece.

"Let's go do something fun!" I squealed, grabbing the Doctor's hand and pulling him from my bedroom and towards the console room.

"Like what?" He asked, laughing.

"I dunno!"

We both laughed as we slid into the large console room and flew towards the central console. The Doctor slammed into it, pulling a lever as he went, before spinning around and pressing buttons.

With the familiar VWOORP! Of the TARDIS engines, we vanished from the Time Vortex...

...and appeared somewhere entirely new.

"Where are we?" I asked in an excited whisper. My face scrunched up with laughter lines it hadn't had in years.

Today was a good day to be alive!

The Doctor shrugged, grabbing a poncho from the coat rack. "Mexico, sometime before the 20th century!"

I raised an eyebrow. "Will there be chocolate? And hot cocoa?"

Coming to stand in front of me, the Doctor pulled the poncho down over my head before adjusting it.

He's mothering me again.

"Quite possibly, yes," he nodded as I batted his hands away from the poncho. He rolled his eyes before offering me his arm. "Care to come along, Miss (l/n)?"

"Of course, Master Doctor!" I nodded, taking his arm.

He gave me a funny look but, before I could identify it, he smiled broadly and threw the doors open.

Humid air blasted us full in the face.

"It's far too hot here..." I mumbled as the Doctor dragged me into the depths of the jungle.

"Nonsense, (f/n), your body just needs to adjust from the drastic temperature change from moving from the cold TARDIS interior to the humidity of... This place." The Doctor explained, pulling me by the arm through the foliage.

"All I heard was blah, blah, (f/n), blah, blah, temperature, blah, TARDIS, blah, place, blah, blah." I said, doing my free hand like a mouth, mimicking him.

The Doctor turned and stared at me for a moment, blank faced, before nodding vigorously. "Yes, actually, those are basically all the key words from what I said." He patted my head, "Nice to know you're learning." As he said this, he continued to pull me along, looking at me and not his surroundings.

"Doctor-."

"Oof!"

He released my hand as he cracked the back of his head against a tree. I laughed as he made a face and began to rub the injured spot where, no doubt, a knot was quickly forming.

"It’s not funny, (f/n)!" The Doctor cried, scowling at me.

"Of course it’s not, Doctor. Turn around and let me look." I ordered, spinning my finger in a circle.

"(F/n), I really don't think I need you to look at my head." He protested feebly.

"Turn."

Reluctantly, he spun around and crossed his arms.

"Doctor, I need you to sit down, I'm not as tall as you."

Grumbling, the Doctor plopped down on the forest floor and I bent over to exam the knot. Gingerly, I felt his skull, noting how fluffy and soft his hair was.

"What shampoo do you use?" I asked before I could stop myself. I gave a slight 'aha' when I found the knot, it had already swollen to the size of a quarter.

"Is this really the time for that, (f/n)? If you must know, I - Ow!" He cried suddenly when I gave the knot a slight squeeze.

"Sorry," I whispered sheepishly, "You may stand back up."

The Doctor jumped to his feet and dusted off his trousers and jacket. "Honestly, (f/n), I can take care of myself, you know. I am 1,200 years old, give or take a decade."

While that should have interested me (I still didn't know much about Gallifreyans, except that the Doctor was the very last), I suddenly couldn't pay attention. I felt as if something - or someone - unsavory was lurking nearby.

Normally the fact that your best friend is over a thousand years older than you would cause you to do something.

I just stood there.

"(F/n)?" The Doctor looked at me, concerned.

"I think there's something-."

"Uh... There's..."

Almost suddenly, without warning, everything went dark.

What could have been hours or moments later, I moaned and opened my eyes.

I instantly wished I hadn't. I was tied to a pole by thick vines. All around were stone huts with pots in front of them and dazed, dusty cloths covering the entrances.

"Doctor?" I whispered hoarsely.

"Oh, lovely (f/n), you're awake," the Doctor's voice whispered back from behind me. I wiggled my fingers as far as I could and they brushed with his. "Yes, as you can see - you can see, can't you?"

"Yep." I replied, popping the 'P'.

"Excellent! As I was saying, you can see we're in an Aztec village. Beautiful isn't it? I've been to one before, long time ago. I got engaged by drinking cocoa!"

"You what?!"

"Yes, she was nice really. We spent most of our time in the old folks' garden. You know, where everyone over fifty lives." He paused as if in thought and I scowled at a weed. "I actually had the easiest time there, everyone else was fighting and leaving people at the alter before they even got to the alter and sacrificing Aztec rain god sacrifices and being accused of being a false god. Good times. Good times." The Doctor stopped talking and for a moment I thought he was done, then-. "And the TARDIS was behind a wall. That was the most exciting part."

"Doctor, shut up please and tell me if you have the sonic screwdriver." I mumbled ad I thought occurred to me.

"Eh, it’s in my coat pocket. You'll have to reach in and get it." The Doctor explained, "But I don't see why, it can't unlock vines."

I chuckled, "Doctor, it can fry the vines."

There was a pause before he replies. "True, yes, you're getting better at this, (f/n), well done."

"Uh, thanks, I think," I muttered as I dug around in the Doctor's pocket. My hand brushed a paper bag and I frowned.

"What is that?"

The Doctor craned his neck as if to face me and I pulled out the bag so he could see. "Oh, those are my jelly babies. Would you like one?"

"No thanks," I declined, stuffing them back in his pocket before continuing my search for the screwdriver.

My hand brushed past several more, possibly strange things in the Doctor's pocket and I had to hold myself in check, to not ask about every little thing. At one point, I think I found a Barbie doll. Cringing, my hand finally wrapped around the cool metal of the sonic.

"Got it."

"Perfection, dear."

Pretending to stick my tongue out at him childishly, I fumbled with the Sonic's buttons and aimed it at the wines holding the Doctor's wrists together on the pole. I grinned when the vines snapped at the fried center, freeing the Doctor's hands. Now for the-.

"Cease your movements!"

"Dang it!" I yelped.

Several Aztec warriors stomped into the village and aimed their spears and clubs at us. The leader's sudden shout had caused me to jump (as well as one can jump when one is tied to a pole) and drop the sonic screwdriver. I physically wilted as I watched the sonic lodge itself amongst the stones and weeds.

"Oh yes! Hello!" Began the Doctor cheerily, "I'm the-."

"Silence!" Shouted the leader, "You will be sacrificed by fire to the rain god Tlaloc! For many months his purifying water has withheld itself from us and remained in the heavens! This demands a mighty sacrifice!"

"Now wait just a minute-!" I started but the Doctor kicked me in the calf from behind.

"Ah, of course, we'd be honored to be sacrifices to the great Tlaloc." The Doctor babbled and I blanched.

He is not serious.

I have potato salad in my fridge he said he could take me back to!

"Doctor."

"Hush, (f/n)."

"Silence!" Yelled the leader before turning to one of his men, who held a torch, and I realized even before he spoke what he was going to say.

"Light the fire!"

"Doctor," I whispered fervently as the Mesoamerican man approached, "What're we gonna do?"

"Wait."

The Doctor began fidgeting.

"Doctor..."

"Hold on!"

A light breeze passed in my direction and a spark from the torch smacked my cheek.

My brand new cheek.

The one replaced because of a fire.

And there was fire now.

"Doctor, please!" I sobbed, watching the Mesoamerican get steadily closer.

"Hold on, (f/n)."

The Doctor, with one free hand, grabbed my wrist in a vise grip, causing me to gasp in pain. With the other, he snapped his fingers.

Why is he snapping his fingers?

Suddenly, possibly the most beautiful noise is the entire universe filled the clearing and the Aztecs and I gasped.

VWOORP!

VWOORP!

VWOORP!

The interior of the TARDIS console room began to materialize around the Doctor and I. The Aztec warrior with the torch screamed girlishly and dropped the fiery stick as the TARDIS finally fully solidified. I squeaked when a small laser from the console zapped the vines, disintegrating them and freeing us.

"Ah!" The Doctor exclaimed joyously, springing from the pole and bending down to pick up the sonic, which had materialized on the floor. "Lovely! You are amazing!" He cried, patting the console reverently. "Now, let me see..." The Doctor grabbed my arm and pulled my stunned self off the wooden platform before pressing a button, causing it to disappear.

"Doctor..."

"Are you alright, (f/n)?" He asked gently, rubbing his thumb over my cheek where the spark had hit it. I nodded, distracted by his hand on my face with ash smudged on his finger pad.

What is wrong with me today?

"I... I'm good." I whispered, not quite trusting my voice.

"Fantastic!" The Doctor grinned, bouncing away to dance around the console. "I'll just put us in the Vortex, then," he said, pressing a few buttons before pulling a lever.

"Great, I'm gonna take a nap." I nodded to him. Before I entered the hall, I turned back, "Doctor, how's your head feel?"

"Just dandy, (f/n)," the Doctor said, not looking up from the console

I sighed.

"Alright."

I turned to go down the hallway.

"(F/n)?"

"Yep?" I looked over my shoulder to see the Doctor staring at me, concerned. I smiled softly, noticing that his bowtie was drooping, as if sad.

"You sure you're alright?"

I laughed, despite myself, "I'm splendid."

"I'll bring you hot chocolate later!" The Doctor called after me as I walked away.

"Thank you!"

Yeah... Today wasn't so bad.

It was just a bit of an adventure.

Description
Just a Bit of an Adventure

"Does it look bad?"

"Of course not! You're gorgeous, (f/n)!"

"You're one to talk with your... With your chin and floppy hair and... And the bowties!"

"Pfft!"

Ten days ago the Doctor, my best friend, had taken me to a place called the Houston Hospital of Healing Hope (or the Quad H hospital as they called it there). There, the ARR (Anatomy Reconstruction and Redesign) ward had helped remove a horrible scar I've had for nearly three years. Normally, I'd have insisted against having it surgically removed, not wanting to seem vain, but when it dominates your whole face and makes you look like you'd gotten torched (which I had, come to think of it), things change.

For ten days, I'd been wearing bandages and taking an antibiotic to make sure that my face doesn't melt or something.

When the Doctor had said my face could melt, I had hit him with a dictionary.

He still has bruises.

I shook my head, bringing myself back to the present.

"Can I see it now?" I asked, raising an eyebrow. The Doctor hadn't let me so much as peak behind the bandages and I was getting antsy.

"Sure thing, (f/n)!" The Doctor exclaimed, gingerly brushing my hair back from my face before using a tissue to wipe off the leftover lotion I had to apply every time the bandages were changed. Or he applied, the Doctor had babied me since we'd left New Earth. "Just one more... Moment..."

I let him do it. I like being waited upon.

I waited impatiently for him to finish cleaning my face and straightening my hair.

"Doctor."

"Yes?"

"I believe you're stalling now."

"Sorry."

The Doctor stepped back and put down the brush and wash cloth he'd been using before he lifted up a large, handheld mirror. I bit my lip and we both smiled sheepishly as I examined my new (or restored) appearance.

The Doctor had pulled my (h/l) (h/c) back in a loose pony tail before he'd removed my bandages and my face was in full view of the mirror. Subconsciously, I raised my hands to feel my cheeks, nose, and chin.

Where previously ridged scar tissue had dominated my face, smooth skin - dream skin - stretched gently over my skull, muscles, and tendons. Averagely, at twenty four, my face would hold a somewhat more mature visage than it had when I was nineteen, or twenty one (when the accident had taken place) but it wasn't true here. I looked like a university student again, but, any acne or blemishes I had had then were nonexistent.

I'm not sure how I feel about that.

The Doctor adjusted a suspender with his free hand as I examined myself in the mirror.

"(F/n)?" He sounded nervous.

To his immense surprise, I jumped up and threw my arms around his neck, hugging him tightly.

"Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!" I squealed and he dropped the mirror, placing one arm around my waist and stretching the other out behind him to catch himself on the table. "Thank you so much!" I grinned, leaning back to take in my friend's face.

We both smiled like hyperactive five year olds who had just been given a gallon of ice cream apiece.

"Let's go do something fun!" I squealed, grabbing the Doctor's hand and pulling him from my bedroom and towards the console room.

"Like what?" He asked, laughing.

"I dunno!"

We both laughed as we slid into the large console room and flew towards the central console. The Doctor slammed into it, pulling a lever as he went, before spinning around and pressing buttons.

With the familiar VWOORP! Of the TARDIS engines, we vanished from the Time Vortex...

...and appeared somewhere entirely new.

"Where are we?" I asked in an excited whisper. My face scrunched up with laughter lines it hadn't had in years.

Today was a good day to be alive!

The Doctor shrugged, grabbing a poncho from the coat rack. "Mexico, sometime before the 20th century!"

I raised an eyebrow. "Will there be chocolate? And hot cocoa?"

Coming to stand in front of me, the Doctor pulled the poncho down over my head before adjusting it.

He's mothering me again.

"Quite possibly, yes," he nodded as I batted his hands away from the poncho. He rolled his eyes before offering me his arm. "Care to come along, Miss (l/n)?"

"Of course, Master Doctor!" I nodded, taking his arm.

He gave me a funny look but, before I could identify it, he smiled broadly and threw the doors open.

Humid air blasted us full in the face.

"It's far too hot here..." I mumbled as the Doctor dragged me into the depths of the jungle.

"Nonsense, (f/n), your body just needs to adjust from the drastic temperature change from moving from the cold TARDIS interior to the humidity of... This place." The Doctor explained, pulling me by the arm through the foliage.

"All I heard was blah, blah, (f/n), blah, blah, temperature, blah, TARDIS, blah, place, blah, blah." I said, doing my free hand like a mouth, mimicking him.

The Doctor turned and stared at me for a moment, blank faced, before nodding vigorously. "Yes, actually, those are basically all the key words from what I said." He patted my head, "Nice to know you're learning." As he said this, he continued to pull me along, looking at me and not his surroundings.

"Doctor-."

"Oof!"

He released my hand as he cracked the back of his head against a tree. I laughed as he made a face and began to rub the injured spot where, no doubt, a knot was quickly forming.

"It’s not funny, (f/n)!" The Doctor cried, scowling at me.

"Of course it’s not, Doctor. Turn around and let me look." I ordered, spinning my finger in a circle.

"(F/n), I really don't think I need you to look at my head." He protested feebly.

"Turn."

Reluctantly, he spun around and crossed his arms.

"Doctor, I need you to sit down, I'm not as tall as you."

Grumbling, the Doctor plopped down on the forest floor and I bent over to exam the knot. Gingerly, I felt his skull, noting how fluffy and soft his hair was.

"What shampoo do you use?" I asked before I could stop myself. I gave a slight 'aha' when I found the knot, it had already swollen to the size of a quarter.

"Is this really the time for that, (f/n)? If you must know, I - Ow!" He cried suddenly when I gave the knot a slight squeeze.

"Sorry," I whispered sheepishly, "You may stand back up."

The Doctor jumped to his feet and dusted off his trousers and jacket. "Honestly, (f/n), I can take care of myself, you know. I am 1,200 years old, give or take a decade."

While that should have interested me (I still didn't know much about Gallifreyans, except that the Doctor was the very last), I suddenly couldn't pay attention. I felt as if something - or someone - unsavory was lurking nearby.

Normally the fact that your best friend is over a thousand years older than you would cause you to do something.

I just stood there.

"(F/n)?" The Doctor looked at me, concerned.

"I think there's something-."

"Uh... There's..."

Almost suddenly, without warning, everything went dark.

What could have been hours or moments later, I moaned and opened my eyes.

I instantly wished I hadn't. I was tied to a pole by thick vines. All around were stone huts with pots in front of them and dazed, dusty cloths covering the entrances.

"Doctor?" I whispered hoarsely.

"Oh, lovely (f/n), you're awake," the Doctor's voice whispered back from behind me. I wiggled my fingers as far as I could and they brushed with his. "Yes, as you can see - you can see, can't you?"

"Yep." I replied, popping the 'P'.

"Excellent! As I was saying, you can see we're in an Aztec village. Beautiful isn't it? I've been to one before, long time ago. I got engaged by drinking cocoa!"

"You what?!"

"Yes, she was nice really. We spent most of our time in the old folks' garden. You know, where everyone over fifty lives." He paused as if in thought and I scowled at a weed. "I actually had the easiest time there, everyone else was fighting and leaving people at the alter before they even got to the alter and sacrificing Aztec rain god sacrifices and being accused of being a false god. Good times. Good times." The Doctor stopped talking and for a moment I thought he was done, then-. "And the TARDIS was behind a wall. That was the most exciting part."

"Doctor, shut up please and tell me if you have the sonic screwdriver." I mumbled ad I thought occurred to me.

"Eh, it’s in my coat pocket. You'll have to reach in and get it." The Doctor explained, "But I don't see why, it can't unlock vines."

I chuckled, "Doctor, it can fry the vines."

There was a pause before he replies. "True, yes, you're getting better at this, (f/n), well done."

"Uh, thanks, I think," I muttered as I dug around in the Doctor's pocket. My hand brushed a paper bag and I frowned.

"What is that?"

The Doctor craned his neck as if to face me and I pulled out the bag so he could see. "Oh, those are my jelly babies. Would you like one?"

"No thanks," I declined, stuffing them back in his pocket before continuing my search for the screwdriver.

My hand brushed past several more, possibly strange things in the Doctor's pocket and I had to hold myself in check, to not ask about every little thing. At one point, I think I found a Barbie doll. Cringing, my hand finally wrapped around the cool metal of the sonic.

"Got it."

"Perfection, dear."

Pretending to stick my tongue out at him childishly, I fumbled with the Sonic's buttons and aimed it at the wines holding the Doctor's wrists together on the pole. I grinned when the vines snapped at the fried center, freeing the Doctor's hands. Now for the-.

"Cease your movements!"

"Dang it!" I yelped.

Several Aztec warriors stomped into the village and aimed their spears and clubs at us. The leader's sudden shout had caused me to jump (as well as one can jump when one is tied to a pole) and drop the sonic screwdriver. I physically wilted as I watched the sonic lodge itself amongst the stones and weeds.

"Oh yes! Hello!" Began the Doctor cheerily, "I'm the-."

"Silence!" Shouted the leader, "You will be sacrificed by fire to the rain god Tlaloc! For many months his purifying water has withheld itself from us and remained in the heavens! This demands a mighty sacrifice!"

"Now wait just a minute-!" I started but the Doctor kicked me in the calf from behind.

"Ah, of course, we'd be honored to be sacrifices to the great Tlaloc." The Doctor babbled and I blanched.

He is not serious.

I have potato salad in my fridge he said he could take me back to!

"Doctor."

"Hush, (f/n)."

"Silence!" Yelled the leader before turning to one of his men, who held a torch, and I realized even before he spoke what he was going to say.

"Light the fire!"

"Doctor," I whispered fervently as the Mesoamerican man approached, "What're we gonna do?"

"Wait."

The Doctor began fidgeting.

"Doctor..."

"Hold on!"

A light breeze passed in my direction and a spark from the torch smacked my cheek.

My brand new cheek.

The one replaced because of a fire.

And there was fire now.

"Doctor, please!" I sobbed, watching the Mesoamerican get steadily closer.

"Hold on, (f/n)."

The Doctor, with one free hand, grabbed my wrist in a vise grip, causing me to gasp in pain. With the other, he snapped his fingers.

Why is he snapping his fingers?

Suddenly, possibly the most beautiful noise is the entire universe filled the clearing and the Aztecs and I gasped.

VWOORP!

VWOORP!

VWOORP!

The interior of the TARDIS console room began to materialize around the Doctor and I. The Aztec warrior with the torch screamed girlishly and dropped the fiery stick as the TARDIS finally fully solidified. I squeaked when a small laser from the console zapped the vines, disintegrating them and freeing us.

"Ah!" The Doctor exclaimed joyously, springing from the pole and bending down to pick up the sonic, which had materialized on the floor. "Lovely! You are amazing!" He cried, patting the console reverently. "Now, let me see..." The Doctor grabbed my arm and pulled my stunned self off the wooden platform before pressing a button, causing it to disappear.

"Doctor..."

"Are you alright, (f/n)?" He asked gently, rubbing his thumb over my cheek where the spark had hit it. I nodded, distracted by his hand on my face with ash smudged on his finger pad.

What is wrong with me today?

"I... I'm good." I whispered, not quite trusting my voice.

"Fantastic!" The Doctor grinned, bouncing away to dance around the console. "I'll just put us in the Vortex, then," he said, pressing a few buttons before pulling a lever.

"Great, I'm gonna take a nap." I nodded to him. Before I entered the hall, I turned back, "Doctor, how's your head feel?"

"Just dandy, (f/n)," the Doctor said, not looking up from the console

I sighed.

"Alright."

I turned to go down the hallway.

"(F/n)?"

"Yep?" I looked over my shoulder to see the Doctor staring at me, concerned. I smiled softly, noticing that his bowtie was drooping, as if sad.

"You sure you're alright?"

I laughed, despite myself, "I'm splendid."

"I'll bring you hot chocolate later!" The Doctor called after me as I walked away.

"Thank you!"

Yeah... Today wasn't so bad.

It was just a bit of an adventure.