Doctor Who Oneshots

11th Doctor X Reader- Homesick

You and the Doctor were walking through a lovely alien city, buzzing with giant oddly shaped buildings, odd looking people, and just... Odd, odd, odd! All you could think of was how amazing it was to be able to travel to another planet in the distant future, with a man who had saved you and your planet hundreds of times!

But suddenly on that alien planet so far away from your own planet and your own time, you suddenly felt it.

A common illness of the heart called homesickness.

You found yourself sighing when the Doctor was babbling on about the planet's history, your own distant future. Noticing, the Doctor asked you what was wrong.

"Nothing really . . . Can we go back to the TARDIS now? I'm feeling a bit. . . Overwhelmed by this place, I suppose." You say, and he nods solemnly as he leads you by the hand back to the TARDIS.

Once inside, you tell him, "I think I'm going to lie down for a while. I'm not feeling so great."

"What exactly is wrong though? I am a Doctor, you know," he said smugly as he fixed his bow tie.

You laughed. "Just a bit tired and a bad headache, that's all." It was true; you hadn't gotten enough sleep lately, what with not knowing exactly what time it was according to your Earth schedule, and you were starting to get a headache. But mostly, you felt a heartache. A heartache for home.

The Doctor once again nodded. "Alright. I'll come to check on you in a bit. Try to drink some water and get some sleep, that should help," he called after you as you went up the stairs, ready to collapse into bed after getting that drink of water.

An hour later, you found yourself sitting on your bed with your stomach on the bed and your arms stretched out in front of you. In your hands was your phone; you were scrolling through old pictures. Pictures of celebrities, funny pictures of animals, some goofy selfies with your friends, a few nature scenes from memorable family vacations, and pictures of your family themselves. You let a tear or two drop.

"(Y/n)? May I come in?" The Doctor knocked on your door. He sounded concerned.

Wiping away some tears, and hoping he wouldn't see the remnants of your sadness, you allowed him entrance.

He walked in and sat at the foot of your bed, and you continued to look through pictures, trying not to cry.

"How's your head?" The Doctor asked.

You looked up from the phone. "Better now." You tried to smile, but it faltered. You returned to your pictures, hoping he hadn't noticed.

The Doctor cautiously asked, "Are you sure it's just tiredness and a headache you're feeling?"

You looked up and nodded quickly, hoping to lie easily and not blow your cover with a fake smile again. "Yeah, I'm fine." Once again, your attention turned to the pictures on your phone.

The Doctor got on his stomach to lay next to you. "What're you looking at there?"

"Oh, just some old photos," you replied with a voice that you knew said that they weren't just some old photos to you.

"Can I see a few?" The Doctor asked softly and curiously.

Nodding, you genuinely smiled this time. "Here's a picture of my (sibling or close cousin, and their name). We fight a lot, but we are like best friends," you showed him. You flicked through some more pictures and laughed at one. "This was when tried to make a cake on my own. That sure didn't work out," you said as you showed him a picture of you and a flattened lump of burnt cake in a pan. The Doctor chuckled.

Sighing slightly, you came upon a picture of you and your friends hanging out in the form of a goofy 'selfie'.

After a few moments of silently scing through your pictures, the Doctor spoke quietly. "You can tell me what you're sad about, (y/n)."

You looked up at him, trying to seem as if you didn't know what he was talking about. "What? I'm not sad, I-"

"Yes you are," he sighed. "I can tell, because I know what it feels like. You look..." He observed your face, scanning your eyes with his own. "Homesick. I know that feeling, and what it looks like, (y/n)."

You looked down at your bed. You knew you couldn't hide it from him any longer. Your eyes began to water, and you nodded slowly, trying to hold back the tears. The Doctor hugged you with one arm around your shoulder, causing the tears to break free of your eyes and slide down your cheeks. He rubbed your arm with his palm gently. "Hey, it's okay. You can talk about it if you want."

You shook your head. You didn't really feel like talking about it now. "That's fine, you don't have to. Just let it out."

As he said this, you let out a small sob. You had been swallowing the lump in your throat for a while now, and you wanted to pull any walls down that kept you from letting go of your sadness.

The Doctor pulled your body to him, bringing your head to his as he continued to rub your arm. "It's okay. I'm here. Let it aaall out, (y/n)," he spoke in a quiet, soothing voice.

You cried with your head on his shoulder for many minutes, letting the tears drop heavily onto his sleeve and onto your bed sheets.

"Hey," the Doctor moved slightly to look at you. "Do you want to go back home for a while? Visit someone for a day or so?"

You nodded and sniffed. "Yeah. I'd like to visit my mum and dad, maybe some friends."

"Okay." The Doctor smiled softly.

"You can meet them, if you want," you say, suddenly perking up a bit.

The Doctor's face lit up. "Really?"

You nodded, smiling at his excitement.

"I would love to. I love meeting new people!" The Doctor sat up with his legs criss-crossed. "When do you want to go?"

"We can go now, if that's okay."

The Doctor stood up and held his hand out to you. "Well then, Miss (y/n), shall we visit your home planet Earth?"

You stood up and took his hand. "Yes, we shall." You smiled, grateful for the kindness of your madman.