Doctor Who Imagines

Singing- 11

Imagine: The Doctor finding out you can sing.

In this imagine, The Doctor finds you singing Fake Plastic Trees by Radiohead. It is a really great song and you should listen to it.

Hope you enjoy!

You were sitting at the foot of your bed in the Tardis. When you had first started traveling with the Doctor, your room had been as plain as a sheet, but over time you had managed to make it your own. Posters of your favourite things plastered the walls, a bookshelf sat in the corner with all your favourite books and you had pictures hanging up showing you with friends and family.

Your favourite one was a photo of you and The Doctor that sat on your bedside table. The Doctor had persuaded you to take him to a family occasion to meet your family. Unlike a lot of his past companions, your family had adored the man you had grown to know so well. He sat with your father and spoke about history, he complimented you mother on her cooking and impressed your snobbish aunt with what he knew about horse racing.

In the end, your brother (sorry if you don't have one. Just imagine you do) started a bonfire and everyone gathered around and told stories. Your mother grabbed her camera and started to take pictures. She managed to snap one when  you were looking at him with the largest smile, the light from the bonfire reflecting on your both of your faces. The next day, your mother printed it out and gave it to you.

You had a wardrobe full of clothes you had brought from your other home. You hardly ever stayed there anymore, the Tardis seemed more like home to you now. The clothes dryer had just finished a load and you were folding them in your bedroom, the Doctors clothes in one pile, and yours in the other. Folding clothes calmed you down and you would always find yourself singing while doing it.

The piles were slowly growing. Yours was considerably larger than The Doctors, he just wore the same things over and over. You practically had to force him out of a shirt when it got too dirty. You were halfway through folding your beige leather jacket when you started to sing.

A green plastic watering can.
For a fake Chinese rubber plant.
In a fake plastic earth.

You had never told The Doctor you could sing, You decided to keep it a secret. Just the idea of singing in front of him made you uncomfortable.

That she brought from a rubber man.
In a town full of rubber plans.
To get rid of itself.

The Doctor walked past your bedroom door and froze. Your voice was drifting out the door and through the hall. He stood just outside, listening.

It wears her out,
It wears her out,
It wears her out,
It wears her out.

She lives with a broken man,
A cracked polystyrene man,
Who just crumbles and burns.

"(Y/n)?" The Doctor said, pushing the door open. You snapped your head around and stopped singing immediately.

"Doctor-"

"You didn't tell me you could sing." He said, cutting you off.

"I was scared you would think I was bad" You admitted.

"Why would I think that?" He asked. "It's beautiful."

You blushed and looked away. The Doctor walked closer to you and sat down.

"Sing more." He said and you nodded.

He used to do surgery,
For girls in the eighties,
But gravity always wins.

It wears him out,
It wears him out,
It wears him out,
It wears him out.

You continued to sing, and when you finished the song the Doctor just smiled at you.

"I love it."

There you go, I promise I will update soon. Remember, requests are always open!

Thank-you so much for reading, Tessa.