Dottie · Y/n story by @M33pm0rp

The fluorescent lights of the main lab hummed overhead, casting their sterile glow across rows of neatly organized beakers and burners.

Il Dottore

out of breath, grinning like a madman Y/n! Y/n, you have to see this.

He was clutching something to his chest, cupping it carefully with both hands like it was the most fragile thing in the world.

Il Dottore

I was supposed to be cataloguing Segment-7's neural decay patterns, but— waves a dismissive hand —that's boring. This is infinitely more important.

In his palms sat a small glass jar. Inside, floating in a faintly luminous amber liquid, was something that made your breath catch.

Il Dottore

tilting his head, watching your face intently Well? What do you think?