"Why, 'Ello there! I'm The Doctor! I travel through time and space, and keep watch over as much as I can. But, when I'm not busy taking care of anything that's happening (well, as long as it's not four things and a lizard), I can always spare a little time for a conversation!"
// All right, everyone! I’m gonna sleep. G’night to all!
Imagine the Doctor’s time with the otters.
Imagine the Doctor getting along better with his temporary otter family than he does with most people.
Imagine the otters helping the Doctor out of his funk over his fight with River.
Imagine the Doctor going back every so often to check on the otters.
Imagine the Doctor setting up all sorts of spacey-wacey devices to make sure people don’t interfere with the otters’ territory.
Imagine the Twelfth Doctor visiting the otters for the first time after regenerating and they recognize him right away.
Imagine the Doctor as part of a happy otter family.
Just imagine the Doctor with otters.
It had taken a bit of effort to pull Donna away from the Cyberman, stick and all. Granted, a stick wouldn’t do much, but…
"Doctor! That—That thing’s gonna kill you!”
Ten sighed, sensing Alistair’s wince. “Donna, no—Stop, it’s all right, listen. Hear me out. That’s Alistair. He’s human. Stuck inside a Cyberman’s suit. Lost his body, and family, all in one fell swoop.”
“You’re…” She lowered the stick from her defensive stance, features softening. “You’re human…?”
“YES.” Alistair answered. “I WAS HUMAN ONCE. I STILL AM. BUT, NOT IN THE WAY THAT YOU ARE. I CAN’T BE.”
A small little “Oh,” escaped from her, as she finally registered that Alistair was indeed human. Cybermen, based on what she’d heard from The Doctor, didn’t have families. At least, not after conversion. Donna tentatively inquired, “—What happened? How’d you lose them?”
The metallic voice was pained. “I WAS UPGRADED AFTER MY FAMILY REFUSED TO COMPLY. THE CYBERMEN DELET—” His voice seemed to crack. “—I MEAN, KILLED THEM IN FRONT OF MY VERY EYES.”
Donna dropped the stick, going up to the metallic man and placing a kind hand on his arm, ignoring the cold jolt that traveled to her shoulder. "I’m sorry."
Alistair jumped, a bit taken aback by her sympathy. He flashed Ten a confused look, to which the Time Lord replied with a little nod of it’s all right, you can do this. He then managed,”YOU COULDN’T HAVE KNOWN. I WOULD HAVE THE SAME REACTION IF I WERE YOU.”
“Doesn’t mean it’s right," She insisted glumly, guiltily. "I’m Donna, by the way. Donna Noble. And, you’re Alistair…?"
“MCCRIMMON. ALISTAIR MCCRIMMON.”
“Mr. McCrimmon.” Donna smiled. “It’s a pleasure to meet you. And—” She gestured for Ten and Alistair to sit— “—C’mon, let’s sit together. I imagine your legs are gonna get a bit rusty if you just stand there, Tin Man.”
Alistair couldn’t help but chuckle. He and Ten joined the sitting Donna, and the grin on Ten’s face illuminated the room as a friendship began to form.
TH AT LAST BIT MADE ME ALMOST ACTUALLY CRY IM ?? THERE ARE TEARS
"he must be so cold"
IM GOING TO DI E THATS —-
;;; LAYS ON THE FLOOR ITS SO SWEET AND KIND BUT ALSO SO SAD AND IM ?? AAH
—WHILE DONNAS SMACKING HIM WITH A STICK ALISTAIR IS SORT OF JUST STANDING THERE LIKE ‘PLEASE STOP THAT’ BC IT LITERALLY DOES NOTHING ?? BUT HES STILL LIKE, SENSITIVE SO HE GETS KIND OF SAD WHEN SHE GETS ALL LIKE, ATTACK-Y MODE ON HIM BUT THEN WHEN THINGS GET ALL SETTLED, I BET HIM AND DONNA WOULD GET ALONG ALRIGHT LIKE ??
// I sense a minor drabble coming on