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11thDoctorXreader: Taste Of Crimson

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There are many beautiful things in the world.
Waterfalls, for example, construct the landscapes in the furthest forests, the darkest jungles and the sparsest canyons, but most of the time, their wonderfully unique work goes unnoticed.
The wind, unseen and carrying a thousand myths within its tendrils, sculpts the largest glaciers and softens the hardest rock, yet it is seen as a nuisance in modern society.
Life can even grow in the tiniest of crooks in a brick wall, miniscule cells duplicating and multiplying into something magnificent that will break free of its original home, reaching to the sky and spreading its leaves, yearning for more of the life-giving light in the blue abyss above.

But then it all depends on your definition of beauty.

Because right now, gazing upon your face like the sun which caressed it so softly, the Doctor could think of nothing more wonderful or full of beauty in this world or any other, because you always looked sweetest when you didn't know he was staring at you.

He snapped his eyes open sharply when he saw you were staring back at him, your head turned to see him as your eyebrows arched.
"Doctor, you okay?" You smiled softly. He nodded, blushing as he looked away into the sandy distance, the horizon darkening gradually as the sunset glowed brighter.
"Doctor?" You asked again, reaching out consciously for his hand as you held it, pulling it over to your knee.
He spared you a glance, afraid that if you saw his eyes for more than a second, you'd see his true love for you.

You sighed inwardly. Why was he so afraid of showing his true feelings for you?

"This isn't all that comfy." You mumbled under your breath, the stone wall becoming achingly cold to sit on.

The stone - which appeared to look more like brick - played home to a most beautiful rose bush that had entwined its long emerald stems into the brickwork, the crimson petals bright against the backdrop of sunlight.
This was the only feature for miles, but the sky was breathtaking, no light pollution to poison the view.

Or, at least, that's what you told yourself. The Doctor had lost the TARDIS and had been pulling you around for miles trying to find it again, to no avail. He said it would find its way to you and him in its own time.

"If we move about the TARDIS will find it harder to pinpoint our location. We could be walking for hours!" He had become slightly tetchy in the constant light rays of the sun. Luckily though, it wasn't that hot to irritate him further.

"Walking for hours..." You laughed harshly to yourself.
"No! Don't give me that!" The Doctor stood up, pointing an accusing finger wavingly at you as his other hand rested on his hip.
"Hours! We have been waking for hours!" You felt like screaming, but you knew such behaviour would get you nowhere.
"If you could actually fly the TARDIS, or at least remember where you parked it, we wouldn't be sitting here right now!" You started arguing to yourself, giving the Doctor accusingly hurtful looks.
"If I could fly the TARDIS, you wouldn't be travelling with me!" He shouted angrily.
You shut up, turning away as you picked at the brick wall quietly. It was because of the TARDIS's inadequate controller that he'd found you.

He sat down again, and silence settled between you both.

"I hate you." You mumbled with a smile, placing your hands on your knees. The Doctor kicked out his feet, letting them crash back against the wall, brick dust falling onto some of the rose petals.
"I do try." He grinned, smiling over at you, waiting for you to meet his eyes.

His head snapped up suddenly, looking into the distant sun as a slight breeze ruffled his hair, making the fringe twitch like a barometer.
You glanced at him, a few strands of your own hair brushing across your face.

"Doc-" You began, but he put a finger on your lips to shush you.
You glared, biting his finger.
"OW!" He pulled his hand back, cradling it against him as he pouted, giving you a very hurt look.
"I'm sor-" You began, but he shouted before you could apologise.
"LISTEN!" He demanded, watching your face intently as you listened, still glaring at him.
"Navi." You muttered under your breath.
"Sorry, what?" He brought his head closer to you.
"Doesn't matter." You said quietly, ignoring his non-existent knowledge of the Legend of Zelda.

You listened as he'd asked you to, an increasing breeze stirring up the sand around you.
"I don't hear-"
"Ssh." He made you listen again, and you frowned.
"But I don't-"
"Wind."
"What?"
"Look." He pointed to the sand, observing how the wind started to gradually pick up. He waited for you to make the connection.
"Yeah, I see that, but what-" Your eyes widened as you saw something in the far horizon. "Oh my TARDIS..." Your breath seemed to disappear.
"Oi! It's my TARDIS." He said childishly.
"No, look!" You pointed ahead.

The Doctor's jaw slowly dropped. A sandstorm was coming. A being of the wind, neither sentinel or alive, something which the Doctor couldn't control.

"(Y/n), get behind this wall NOW!" He grabbed your arm and pulled you over the wall, hurting your spine immensely as you hit the ground. Sand was harder than you expected.
"Ugh..." You rolled to see the Doctor, instantly being grabbed and pulled up against the wall.
"We're safe if we stay here. Stay close." He wrapped his arms around you, curling his knees towards him as you did the same.
"I will." You held onto his arm tightly, smiling at him through worried eyes. "But this is still your fault." You punched him in the arm playfully.
"It's not my fault if the TARDIS goes missing."
"But it didn't. You lost it." You rested your head on his shoulder, hearing the wind slowly pick up around you as the sand lifted grain by grain into the sky.

The painfully slowly process increased drastically as the sand seemed to lift all at once, swirling around in a torrent of wind and grains as the sound of a thousand battleships launching filled the air.
You covered your ears, pressing yourself closer to the Doctor as you held your breath, the sand surely dangerous to breathe in.
Although your eyes were shut, they stung like a thousand bees had targeted them, a million more piercing your body as the sand hit harshly against your skin.
And it felt like a clawed hand had grabbed your ankle, it's nails cutting through your skin like butter as it dragged you away from the wall, away from the Doctor, away from moderate safety.
"DOCTOR!" You shouted, only succeeding in getting a mouthful of sand. "DOCTOOOOOR!" You wailed, not sure if you could even hear yourself through the sand.
Away from any form of protection from the sand, your eyes watered past control, a mixture of tears from pain and a nagging feeling of loss deep inside you.

It struck you that you were actually being dragged through the sand, a hand actually holding onto your ankle, actually pulling you away from the Doctor.
"NOOO! GET OFF!" It was increasing hard to shout through so much sand, attempting to kick out your legs as you clawed hopelessly at the ground.
You spun around so your face was no longer pulled through every rock pile in the ground, but this only served in making the grip on your ankle tighter so you couldn't spin round again.
You dared not open your eyes, fear of the sand and what you might see enough to stop you from moving.

And suddenly...everything stopped.
Everything was quiet.
And the sand fell down slowly, crimson petals fluttering within it as it covered your body like a blanket.

You coughed, shaking your hands vigorously before you wiped the sand from your eyes and mouth, taking a deep breath and blowing the sand out from your nose.
"Ugh..." You sat up, shaking your upper body free of sand.
And as you looked at your ankle, an explosion of pain coursed through your nerves and made you scream.
"Aaagh." You lay back, feeling very faint at seeing a literal bloodbath surround your torn trousers, distinct claw marks proving that you had indeed been dragged.
"Make it STOP!" You rolled your head side to side, sand continuing to taint your hair as you panicked.
Your body stung all over, a thousand invisible injections leaving your body painfully slow.
It took you long enough to see your bloodied hands, your face obviously damaged as your hands left your poisoned expression.
"Oh no..." You raised your hands above your head to see them before throwing them down ungracefully each side of you, lying there like a star.
"Doctor..." You called weakly.
Your heart skipped a beat.

How far away from him were you?
Had he been pulled away too?


You sat up instantly, jumping to your feet and falling straight back down again, your face crashing into the sand and exploding your already overloaded nerves.
"I can't to it." You breathed into the sand, growling angrily. "But I HAVE TO!" You demanded to yourself, pushing yourself back up and slowly getting to your feet, careful not to stand on your left ankle.
It was hard to stay balanced, and you couldn't actually step anywhere in fear of escalating the pain that had permanently resided in your leg.
But at least you were standing.

Distantly, the remains of the brick wall could be seen, red petals scattered all around like confetti at a celebration or wedding.
Very distantly.
The brick wall had almost completely diminished, a few bricks left standing like the excavated preciousness of an old castle.
"Some castle..." You muttered, searching for where the Doctor could be.
You squinted your eyes, unable to see him anywhere, making your heart sting like your skin.
"Doctor...?" You shouted, waiting patiently.

You heard a faint mumble from far away, and your ears burned as you saw a vaguely familiar figure rise up out of the sand a small distance from the brick wall.
"Doctor!" You waved your hands up, desperate for him to see you. You watched him shake like a wet dog as he shook the sand from his hair, taking his jacket off and shaking it vigorously.
"Doctor, over here!" You demanded, waving your arms.

Watching him lift his head and smile made your day.

He put his jacket back on, running over to you as fast as he could in the sand, his own legs obviously not damaged.
His smile dropped slightly as he saw the state of your ankle, pausing before running even faster than before.
"What happened?!" He shouted as he ran towards you, impatient as he pushed his legs to work harder.
You shrugged, not wanting much to shout-talk.

He stopped running next to you, out of breath as he hugged you close, his eyes shutting over your shoulder as he started to cry.
"I've done this too many times to you." He whispered. You pursed your lips, nodding over his shoulder as you didn't disagree.
He stood back, and you noticed the smallest trails of blood tracing its way down the Doctor's paled face.
He grabbed your waist and helped you to sit down, instantly moving to check your leg.
"Doctor, your face..." You pointed to his forehead, and he moved his hand to his head, seeing how it stained his skin red.
"Ah, you know, old brick walls aren't stable..." He drifted off with a smile, his hands hovering around your ankle as he thought of what to do.

He turned to you suddenly, kneeling next to you as he held your face in his hands, admiring the damage.
"Does it hurt?" He asked, his eyes tracing every part of your face before finally settling on your eyes.
"...Everything hurts..." You said blankly, holding his eye contact as long as you could.
You were glad when he turned back to your ankle.
"What did this to you?" He asked as he gingerly attempted to lift your trousers leg, which didn't take much effort since it was mostly torn anyway.
"OW!" You screamed as he accidentally touched your ankle, his touch on your exposed muscle as painful as the sand in your open wounds.
"Sorry." He smiled meekly, looking back at your leg. "This wasn't human. What did this to you." He muttered.
"I got the gist from the claws."
"Claws?"
"I felt them pierce my skin." You said in the darkest tone you could muster. "I was terrified."
He shut his eyes, lowering his head as his fists curled.
He moved back to your face, taking hold of your hands in his as he pressed his forehead to yours.
"If you ever got taken, do you think I would ever leave you where you got take to?" He asked slowly, his eyes still shut.
"No. I trust you." You squeezed his hands. "But I'm scared of what they'd do to me."
The Doctor was silent. He couldn't prevent that.
He moved back to your ankle, gazing at it solomley.
Reaching into his pockets, he brought out a tablet and a bottle of water.
"Take this." He handed you the tablet.
"What is it?"
"Painkiller." He said simply, afraid that if he said anymore, you'd see that he was lying.
"Can I have the water?" You pointed to the bottle of water.
"It dissolves on your tongue." He smiled.
"Then what's-"
"Take it." He instructed. You did, placing the tablet on your tongue as you gave him an annoyed look.
"I'm sorry." He watched you intently, counting in his head.
"What fo-...r..." You fell back.

He'd drugged you.

You would have cursed him, but being unconscious had the side effect of being rendered unable to speak.
He sat back next to your head, brushing your sand-filled hair back as he smiled.
"For your own good." He whispered, moving back to your ankle.
He opened the bottle, a bottle which didn't at all contain water as he poured it over your injured limb, an otherworldly antiseptic washing away any sand within your flesh and sterilising it ready for impromptu surgery.
He reached into his pocket again and brought out a small blanket, barely sizeable but big enough to act as a surface for your leg to sit on.

The Doctor's emergency non-TARDIS first aid kit contained a lot. A needle, some dissolvable thread, some bandages...
He bit down on the sonic screwdriver hard as he made the first stitch, feeling quite queasy himself.
'Don't worry, everything will be okay.' He thought, hoping that you could sense him in your forced dreams.

~~~

Your temporarily stitched leg - bandaged 'n' all - would last long enough to find the TARDIS.
The now extremely pale Doctor lifted you to your feet, hauling you over his shoulder as he squinted into the dark surroundings, looking for the smallest light that would guide his way.
"Guess I'll have to follow the stars." He breathed as he tried to remember the foreign constellation pattern.
Eventually, he told himself, he would find the TARDIS and make things better.
And then he would take you home.

But he had to move fast. He didn't want the Sand Beast to try and claim you again.
After all, he had until morning before it would rise again.

The entirely non-nocturnal creature which prays on the lost and alone, but not on humans or Time Lords...
:iconshockeddoctorplz: This. This (Oh dear Time Lord) is what happens when I get writers block, and I have to write something to get rid of it.
Sorry if it's a bit long.
Still working on the Frozen in Time 11th Doctor X reader, but I've dug myself in a hole with that one, so bear with me.

Still, I don't have a clue what I've written. I was too busy listening to music when I wrote this to notice what I was writing.
I may continue, if people want me to.
I hope you like it! I really do...


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ADickson10193's avatar
I'm wondering what happening next in this story you should continue this one it's brilliant. XD