Doctor Who Fanfiction Novels & Stories

I nodded kindly. "Sorry I can not." "Why?" The joy on her face began to fade. Better to lie than to make a girl feel like she was rejected. "Actually a few days ago I got engaged to a girl and we're getting married." The Doctor shook her head with a small laugh. "I can't believe it. You confessed to having a girlfriend in front of your friends--" "She's right," replied the next door neighbor who just entering. "Yesterday he turned down beautiful women and in the last few days he hasn't brought any girls into the room. He wants to change."

The Doctor explained and made everyone look up, including me. Lover? Who?? I?? Mashii ?? Seriously, I just met a new lover. Do you know ?? Just not shake hands. We only know the name without formal acquaintance. Oh shit, this isn't a friend but a work partner. "I will give a recipe for your beloved sir. Redeem it please." said the Doctor again and tore the paper and gave it to Mashii. The Doctor went followed by Mashii. Meanwhile Ara and Daniel are still here to accompany me. I was pouting. Of course they know what makes me frown like this.

“But as soon as I’m better, you’re taking it back.” “Okay,” she laughs, agreeing to these terms, wiping the tears off of her cheeks. “Whatever you say, sis.” I’m still smiling at my sister, holding my mate’s hand tight in my own, when the Doctor comes in, Rafe hot on his heels. It’s a man I haven’t seen before – certainly not one of my normal doctors – but he certainly seems to know me.

” Damon ~”Baby, you can't be alone now. Skye ~”Leave me alone.” Damon ~”Baby please.” Skye ~”No, fuck off Damon.” Damon ~”Skye please.” Just then the Doctor comes walking into the room. It is the same Doctor that looked after Skye when she had her accident. Doctor ~”Skye, sweety, come let's go talk outside.” Damon ~”Come baby.” I take her hand, it is shaking and it is wet from wiping the tears off from her eyes.

I pleaded with the Doctor, and he ignored me. It turns out that my advice fell on deaf ears. He pretended as though my existence never mattered to him. It was the first time I'd witnessed him in such a rage. “No, I disagree. I want to know why she lied to you about your son. Do you have any idea how silly that was?” The Doctor complained to me. He disregarded the people around him and yelled at the nurse, forcing her to speak. "His wife did,” the nurse finally confessed. She appears to be shaking like an earthworm that was sprinkled with salt.

He informs me and steps out of the room before I can protest against it. **** The Doctor walks in alongside Rivers. I’m glad that Mrs. Diana didn’t follow. He drops his bag on the bed beside me. “Pull off your shirt.” He says, and I do as instructed. I’m glad we were all males here, and my Doctor was a male. I wonder what thought would have gone through my head if my Doctorwass female. ‘Pull off your shirt’ will have sounded like an attempt to seduce me. He pulls his bag closer and picks up something to apply to my wound. He cleans the blood off first. Luckily I’m not bleeding that much. He then places a bandage on it.

I can see myself not eating for the next seven months. But then my next horror comes, this man, this Doctor, wants Jenna to open that gown so he can touch her. "I am sorry, but that ain't happening. You touch my wife, and I will fucking kill you." "Mr. Moore," the Doctor, with still somewhat of amusement, says, "How else am I going to examine your wife?" "Through her clothes." Then he picks up that goddamn awful probe thing and sways it in front of my face. "And how am I going to use this then."

How dare a mere Pack’s Doctor touch my possession! Caught up with madness, I barged inside, and the door broke. The Doctor turned towards me to offer a salutation. However, my impulsive action rendered his gesture futile as I swiftly lunged toward him and seized his collar in an upward motion. My arm was now covered in fur, and my claws had become sharpened. With great force, I grasped his neck and tightened my grip. Using significant force, I forcefully pressed him against the wall with my hand, constricting his neck. Despite this, upon examining his countenance, he appeared to flinch noiselessly as if he was not experiencing any discomfort.

He said that made us laugh. As soon as I started seeing Doc Demion, I felt at ease with him. In fact, Stephanie will be lucky because the Doctor with her is a total package. Professional, handsome, thoughtful, intelligent and most of all kind. Doc Emman is also kind, just not often. I cleared my throat then spoke, “S-so, Demion. Why are you still awake?" I asked him. He is supposed to be sleeping. It was still early for us to go to sampaguita street to start the medical mission.

"You heard me Alpha Richard. Take of the shirt." "Why should I?" He asked in an affronted manner. "Look Alpha Richard, I'm the Doctor here and I have absolutely no other purposes other than to do just that. If you’re asking,” I huffed, placing my hands on my waist, “It's because I had to check the wound you seem to be hiding under that shirt. You may not have noticed but it’s open and bleeding onto your shirt right now." I said. I could see the look of astonishment and realization as he looked down carefully to see it doing just that.