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Chapter 1: Wannbe Stormtrooper Shoots me in the Hand and I Flirt with Yaz a Little Bit
“Excuse me! What’re you doing!” You heard over your shoulder one day, just as you’d popped down your brush. You’d spun around to see a blonde woman in a coat and suspenders approaching you, followed by three others.
“Uhh, I’m just giving this beautiful box a paint.” You’d said as if it were obvious. It was your job and you are at work after all.
“Why you doing that? That box is mine. She doesn’t need a paint.” The blonde said, looking at you a little suspiciously, pointing a bleeping device at you before looking over her box.
“I didn’t break it or anything. I just assumed it’d been left here because they wanted her touched up.” You gave it smile. You really did think it was a beautiful piece. The blonde popped her head around from the side.
“How’d you know it’s a woman?”
“All the best things are.” You shrug and take your paint can over to your work bench. You’d dealt with people like this before. Designers who were really particular about their set or props. This woman didn’t seem like a designer though, in fact none of them looked like they worked here. Wiping your hands on your overalls you turn back to the group to find they’re gone, except now the door to the police box is open slightly. Going over you nudge it oven slightly.
“Doc I’m sure she didn’t mean any harm by giving it a lick a paint. You did park in what looks like her workshop.” The older looking of the four said. You walked further in and you could feel your jaw slackening.
“What if she’s an alien who’s done something to it? Rigged her to explode or something?” The younger bloke whispered. You were only half paying attention now. As you stared around.
“Mmmm, sonic says she’s just an average human.” The blonde scrunched her face, finally noticing your presence. She ran over to you, skidding to a stop all swooshing cape and hands on hips.
“How’d you get in here?”
“Door was open and I wanted to know how you all fit inside.” You replied rather lamely, finally looking at her.
“Well, i suppose you may as well say it. Everybody does.” She sighs, though a smile comes to her face as she does a dramatic turn.
“She’s just as beautiful on the inside as she is on the outside.” You say, and the blondes jaw drops. Clearly that wasn’t exactly what everybody says.
“That’s the Doctor. I’m Yaz and that’s Ryan and Graham.” The other girl approaches, holding out a hand. You shake it and wave at the other two.
“Nice to meet you all. I’m (Y/N).”
“Sorry about before. I’m just very protective of my TARDIS so when I saw you messing about I got a bit protective because she’s very special to me.” The Doctor smiled apologetically.
“Apology accepted. I get it. No worries.” You smile.”
“Anyways, I better be off. Gotta get back to work.” You smile and make your way to the door. The Doctor follows you and sees you out.
“Uhh, thanks for the paint job. She really loves it, and so do I.” The Doc nods.
“Nothing to it. She’s a natural beauty - I just enhanced her features with a little make up is all.” You pat the TARDIS and see the little light on top flash.
“In any case I -” She’s cut off as you hear what sounds like a sci-fi gun sound and then feel an almost blindingly searing pain in your hand. You turn around to look and almost laugh at the ridiculous costume. The Doctor grabs your shirt and pulls you into the box, closing the door behind you both. You crouch over, cradling your hand as hot tears stream from your face.
“Don’t wreck my props, a-holes!” You yell through the door and gritted teeth.
“Yaz! Take (Y/N) to the medical bay! I’ll be along in a second once we’re in the vortex.” Yaz nods and you follow her, your eyes clouding over as the pain becomes almost unbearable.
“The polite thing to do would be to buy me dinner first.” You joke as she practically throws you onto bed. She smiles and shakes her head, sending you a look.
“When your hand recovers, maybe I will.” She rummages the drawers.
“Think I’ll get lucky do you?” You wiggle your eyebrows, forgetting for a moment you’re pretty sure you’ve just been shot by a low budget stormtrooper.
“Oi! Watch yourself,” She punches you in the arm. “I happen to be a police officer.”
“I can dig a woman in uniform.” You laugh as she punches you slightly harder.
“Don’t make me arrest you.”
“Is that a promise, Officer Yaz?” Again she punches you and you decide you like her. You’d be great friends if you’d met under different circumstances, instead of here in what looks like the set of a sci-fi show after having been shot by some sort of Boba Fett wannabe. The Doc rushes into the room and heads straight for a set of cupboards...or was it straight...either she was swaying or your vision was, and to be honest your bets weren’t on the Doc being a bit wobbly on her feet. She came over and you saw as she poured gold glitter on your hand. You expected it to hurt but surprisingly it didn’t. In fact your previous pain stopped instantly.
“You should be calling yourself Miracle worker, not Doctor!” You say with a lopsided smile.
“Don’t say that, you’ll give her a bigger head than the TARDIS can hold.” Yaz chuckled.
“Will my hand be okay Doc? Only, Yaz and I have got a date later and I wanna be at my best.” You wink, and receive another punch.
“Oh...” The Docs face falls slightly as she looks between you both. “Uhh....well I mean yeah...it’ll uhh...it’ll be fine in no time and then you can...date...and stuff....”
“She’s joking Doc.” Yaz adds, and the Doctor seems to become a lot less flustered.
“Ohhhh....ha ha ha...yeah....I definitely recognised the comedy in that...”
You and Yaz share a look before you both start laughing. This Doctor is such a character.
“You should get some rest (Y/N). We’ll wake you when we’re on the next planet.” The Doc pats your shoulder and she and Yaz both leave. You didn’t really have time to register that sentence before your eyes fell heavy and your succumbed to a deep sleep.
That was the beginning of your adventures with the Doc. Certainly not the last time you’ve ever been shot but you suddenly remember that you and Yaz haven’t been on your date yet. Maybe you’ll bring it up later, see if it still gets you a punch.