The Tale Of Time {Doctor Who X Reader}

Dalek: Part 1

(Edited to fit the new storyline, friends to lovers.)

{Y/N} walks towards the Doctor as he flies the TARDIS. "Where are we going again?"

"There is a signal transmitting for help. We're following it." The Doctor looks up from the console and smiles. "You know I have always liked that outfit."

{Y/N} looks down at her choice of clothing and smiles. "Why?"

"It's TARDIS colored." The Doctor smiles warmly as she laughs cheerfully while rounding the console. {Y/N} had been in a great mood the past few days, the Doctor believed it was due to her finally getting some decent sleep, but in reality, it was cause the TARDIS forced her to take some pain meds to help her cope better during her healing. The TARDIS had cornered her by making her bedroom door repeatedly send her in a loop till she eventually took the meds.

To be honest {Y/N} was grateful that the TARDIS was extremely adamant on her taking the meds. They had been helping her get through the day with little to no discomfort or pain. 

{Y/N} walks to the TARDIS doors once they land, upon opening them she notices they landed in a dimly lit room filled with display cases, causing her to furrow her brows in confusion. "Why would a distress signal come from...here?" {Y/N} wonders.

"So, what is it? What's wrong?" Rose asks as the two exit the TARDIS. {Y/N} glances around the room in confusion while Rose looks at the array of artifacts.

"Don't know. Some kind of signal drawing the TARDIS off course." The Doctor says, also leaving the TARDIS.

"Where are we?" Rose asks as she wanders the room.

"Earth. Utah, North America. About half a mile underground." The Doctor states.

"What year is it?" {Y/N} questions as she gazes over the multitude of artifacts. If this was Earth non of this stuff should even be here.

"Two thousand and twelve." He says while looking at a display case. The surrounding space was...odd. Display cases filled the room, all containing alien artifacts.

"God, that's so close. So, I should be twenty-six." Rose states. {Y/N} finds the light switch and turns it on, lighting up the multitude of displays. "Blimey. It's a great big museum." Rose says in awe.

"An alien museum. Someone's got a hobby. They must have spent a fortune on this. Chunks of meteorite, moon dust. That's the milometer from the Roswell spaceship." The Doctor says while looking in a display case.

"But where did this all come from? None of this is from Earth." {Y/N} wonders, looking at the display cases confused.

"That's a bit of Slitheen! That's a Slitheen's arm. It's been stuffed." The Doctor inspects the item with Ros, trying to see if the item was real or fake.

"Oh, you're old aren't you. Look at you." {Y/N} whispers as she approaches an old-style Cyber head. 

"What is it?" Rose asks as the Doctor and her approach the {H/C} haired female.

"An old friend of ours. Well, enemy. The stuff of nightmares reduced to an exhibit. We're getting old." The Doctor says.

"Excuse me, you're getting old. I'm not. I don't get old." {Y/N} hisses in disapproval, causing the Doctor to laugh.

"Is that where the signal's coming from?" Rose asks.

"No, it's stone dead. The signal's alive. Something's reaching out, calling for help." The Doctor reaches his hand towards the case and lightly touches it causing security alarms to sound and guards to rush at the three from all angles.