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It was early in the morning when the Doctor knocked on your bedroom door in the TARDIS. You jumped out of bed, shivering the moment your bare feet came into contact with the cold floor. When you opened the door the Doctor was standing there, dressed in what you assumed was her pajama: a grey sweater and dark red jogging pants.
She looked like a mess, mostly because of her hair. Her blonde locks were greasy, uncombed and hanging in front of her face.
"What's the matter?" you asked.
"I need your help. I came to you since you're a woman who has hair," the Doctor said, walking into your bedroom without an invitation. You rolled your eyes and closed the door.
"So, what's the problem?"
"I want to do something fun with my hair. You women do that all the time," the Doctor said, falling down on your bed. "Old girl, be a dear and turn on the lights for me?"
The TARDIS complied - for once - and your bedroom was bathing in light. You frowned, exclaiming: "The TARDIS can do that? I've been walking across the room to turn the lights on or off for ages!"
"Anyway, can you do my hair for me? It could be something fancy, like something a princess wears, or you know a braid. Is my hair too short for that? It's probably too short for that. Y/N?"
"I can do something," you said, shrugging. "But first we need to wash that hair. Come on!"
Ten minutes later you were standing next to the Doctor who was sticking her head under the water tap. You had spent a lot of time finding the right temperature, the Doctor kept complaining it was too cold or too hot. Now her hair was wet you were putting shampoo in her hair while massaging her scalp at the same time.
"This is so cool!" the Doctor said, her voice sounding a little bit different from the way she was standing. You doubted it was very comfortable.
"It's just washing your hair, Doc."
"Don't call me that."
"You really don't like that? I think it sounds cute," you said.
You were done so you quickly washed your hands and helped her put her head under the water tap again without injuring herself. You heard her giggle. When she was done you wrapped the towel around her head, looking at her flushed face.
"Done?" she asked, almost disappointed.
"Done," you said, smiling.
It took a long time to blow dry the Doctor's hair.
You had applied some product, softy combed her hair. She had sat there, not moving even a muscle, but as soon as you whipped out the blow drier she was talking about taking it apart to see how it worked. She was obviously in a good mood because she giggled a lot when she looked in the mirror and saw herself while you were blow drying her hair.
You decided you liked how her giggling sounded. She was a happier person, a much more carefree Doctor then the last one. So much of the tension was gone. You loved that. And she hugged now. That was a plus.
The Doctor demanded to try and blow dry her hair too. Somehow she managed to break it, so you just settled on air-drying it further. You were surprised to find it curled a little bit that way and you showed the Doctor who was in awe.
"Long hair is so cool," she said, breathlessly.
"This isn't even long hair yet."
"I know. I want to grow it out."
"That would be very impractical," you commented. "If you go on adventures and stuff."
"If Yaz can deal with it, so can I. What are you gonna do with my hair?"
With some bobby pins you pinned the Doctor's hair back from her face, except for a few locks to frame her face. You played a little bit with her hair, adding a butterfly clip. You couldn't really do anything more with her hair and she was getting too restless anyway, so you decided to end 'hair time'.
"This was fun, can we do this everyday?" she asked, turning around to face you.
She was pretty, you suddenly realized. Like really pretty.
"Yeah, if that's what you want," you said, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear. "Now, are we gonna pick everyone up for another adventure?"
The Doctor nodded enthuastically. "Can't wait for them to see my new hairstyle. Y/N, you should be a hair dresser!"
You chuckled while she ran out of the room, muttering something. Once again, she forgot to close the door behind her.
Yeah, you definitely wouldn't complain if she came by every morning to have you do her hair.