Random x reader PLATONIC book *REQUESTS OPEN*

I just wanted to make you smile again; 10th Doctor x child reader

*Author's note*

Wow been SOOOOOOOOO LONG since I did a Doctor who platonic fic, well here you get yet another one. This time the Doctor in this fic is the 10th Doctor so David Tennant fans scream!!! Okay so this request from my tumblr has been sitting in my phone for OVER A YEAR NOW and now I FINALLY GOT IT DONE!!! Okay so this fic takes place right after the episode Journey's end so to those new WHOVIANS out there who haven't gotten that far in the series SPOILERS!!!!!! So there's some angst but fluff mixed in. Hope you all enjoy this fic and until the next DW fic which should hopefully be out sometime next week.

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Things have been—tough. The Daleks, one of my daddy's biggest enemies nearly had us and almost succeeded in destroying all of life and matter as we know it. But thanks to some fast thinking and with the help of a clone of my dad, we managed to stop Davros as well as the rest of the Daleks.

But honestly that was the easy part. The hardest was saying goodbye to all of our friends. Rose and her mum went back to the parallel world with the meta-human clone of my daddy, Captain Jack took Martha and Mickey off on another adventure, Sarah Jane (an old friend of my dad's long before I was born) went back home, and Donna—oh poor, poor Donna.

Daddy said that in order to help stop the Daleks, Donna, who had touched the severed hand of my dad when he first became this new version of himself, gained so much knowledge of the Timelords and of our home that it could overwhelm her brain and eventually kill her. So my dad had to absorb all memory of Timelord knowledge, including all the times she spent with us.

After taking her back home, daddy told her father that it was too dangerous for her to remember anything. If there was a glimpse of her recovering her memories, she would die. So my dad and I left her and her family and he never went back.

Since that day, almost seven months later, he still carries that guilt. And what's worse is that he hasn't been the same. He doesn't smile as much as he used to before. I think out of everything that I love about my daddy, it's his smile that always made me feel happy and safe.

I stepped out of my room to see him where he usually was, standing at the controls with that dazed but intense look on his face. I looked down at paper butterfly and cautiously walked towards my dad. It's always a touch and go of how he'll react whenever he's in that deep haze. One time he actually shouted at me and I was scared to even go near him for an entire week till he apologized to me with some Turkish delights.

"Daddy." I said softly. "Umm...uhh daddy?" he snapped out of his daze and looked down at me.

"Oh (Y/n). Sorry I was just—I was just trying to find....nothing. What is it that you wanted to tell me?"

"Well I—finished my paper butterfly and I-wanted to give it to you." I held it out to him and he looked down at me. He knelt down and took the butterfly from my hands and I saw his eyes grow soft.

"It's beautiful love. Thank you." he gently ruffled my hair and placed my butterfly right along the controls. It didn't work.

I had hoped that my paper butterfly would get him to smile. He always smiled whenever I made him little trinkets of my own design, or beautiful art projects that I've seen on Earth. I thought that by doing an art project, he'd smile again but it didn't work.

I was currently in my room reading some books written back in the 20th century. I've always found that time period to be rather splendid. It was a simpler time (if you don't count the 2 World wars, the Great depression, and every war after that. You know why must humans always start wars?)