Action/Adventure, Alternate Universe, Drama, Het, Horror, Humor, Mystery, Standalone
Naughty Tegan bits and a misunderstanding. :D
"Very well," the Doctor said, his tone slightly somber. "Please convey my best wishes to Tegan. I hope her new job brings her happiness and fulfillment."
Verney nodded, grateful for the Doctor's understanding. "I will, Doctor. Thank you for your concern. Tegan has been through a lot, and I believe this job will be a fresh start for her."
The Doctor bid Verney farewell and turned to leave, a mixture of relief and lingering worry in his eyes. He knew that Tegan was capable of taking care of herself, but he couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to the story. With a heavy heart, he made his way back to the TARDIS, determined to keep a watchful eye on his friend from a distance.
Looking at the viewer from inside the TARDIS the Doctor noticed that one of the lights upstairs was going on and off as if to signal someone outside the home, but he couldn't make sense of the message. An SOS message from someone's bedroom. Moments after decoding the message, A figure appeared in front of the window and promptly swept the curtains aside that had obscured his view, leaving the windows themselves firmly closed with Tegan inside her bedroom in her grandfather's home. It was Tegan! She was dressed in a red silky and sexy nightie. Something that even he found enticing. Rassilon. help him, he swore under his breath as she began to strip off her top. And when that was gone, she bent over and started working her knickers off, every so slowly. That woman was deliberately teasing him! And for all to see!
It was now or never, the Doctor reasoned quickly. His hands deftly surfed over the controls, finding himself unable to stop himself from imagining it was Tegan's delicate skin they glided over. Surely, she'd lost her mind, and he was losing his mind when the TARDIS was unresponsive to his inputs. Unlike Tegan would be. For all he knew he was going to be drawn off course and die of some deadly disease before he could move the TARDIS closer to Tegan's home.
No, he couldn't think that way. There was definitely something wrong with Tegan! He had to save her from whatever was ailing her! One last try at the controls, and the TARDIS did something it hadn't done in ages. It landed exactly where he had set it to land. In Tegan's bedroom.
Rushing out of the TARDIS, the Doctor found that not everything was how he thought it should be. Instead, Tegan was laying in her bed fast asleep. The sounds generated by the TARDIS landing hadn't woken her up. Had she been drugged?
The Doctor approached Tegan's bed cautiously, his concern mounting as he observed her peaceful slumber. He examined her carefully, searching for any signs of distress or the effects of drugs. As he assessed her condition, he detected a faint scent in the air that was unfamiliar to him. It was a sweet, floral aroma that seemed out of place.
Gently reaching out, the Doctor placed his hand on Tegan's forehead, feeling for any abnormalities or signs of illness. Her skin felt slightly warm but within the normal range. He considered the possibilities—could she be under some sort of enchantment or experiencing a side effect from her recent encounter in Little Holcombe?
With a determined expression, the Doctor stepped back and began to investigate the room. He meticulously examined the surroundings, searching for any clues that could shed light on Tegan's current state. He checked her belongings, her dresser, and even the windows and doors, looking for any signs of tampering or external influence.
As he scrutinized the room, the Doctor's keen eyes caught sight of a small vial lying on the bedside table. It contained a liquid that matched the fragrance he had detected earlier. Realizing this could be a key piece of evidence, he carefully picked it up, examining it closely.
The vial appeared to be a sedative, designed to induce deep sleep. It was a potent blend of herbs and substances that could explain Tegan's prolonged slumber. The Doctor surmised that someone had administered this sedative to her, possibly with the intention of keeping her unconscious or under control.
His mind raced, contemplating who could have done this and why. Was there a malevolent force at work, or was there a more complex plot unfolding? Tegan's involvement in the supernatural events of Little Holcombe had certainly attracted attention, and it seemed someone was determined to keep her out of the picture.
The Doctor's resolve strengthened. He knew he had to wake Tegan and find a way to counteract the effects of the sedative. He carefully prepared an antidote from his own supplies, making sure it would counteract the sedative without causing any harm.
Slowly and methodically, he administered the antidote to Tegan, monitoring her vital signs and waiting for her to regain consciousness. Minutes ticked by, and finally, Tegan stirred, her eyes fluttering open.
Confusion clouded her expression as she looked up at the Doctor. "Doctor? What... What happened? Why did you wake me up in the middle of the night I might add."
"You were drugged with this!" The Doctor presented the offending vial to her.
"That's a sedative that I took before I went to bed. My Grandmum was an herbalist at one point and so I made some up earlier today."
"What about the show you put on in front of your window?"
"Oh Hell's Teeth, Doctor! I was doing a bit of Yoga before going to bed, and I didn't want to get my new nightie all dirty! I never took you for the voyeur type."
"I'm not!" said the Doctor defensively. "But what about the SOS signal?"
"SOS signal? Oh you mean the short in the light switch. It's been that way for years."
"And still your grandfather hasn't fixed it? That could start a fire!"
"He did try to fix it. That's how it ended up signaling an SOS. I was going to fix it tomorrow."
The Doctor let out a sigh of relief, realizing that his concerns had been unfounded. He felt a mix of embarrassment and gratitude that Tegan was safe and that there was a simple explanation for the events that had alarmed him.
"I apologize, Tegan," the Doctor admitted sheepishly. "I had misinterpreted the situation and jumped to conclusions. I'm glad to see you're alright."
Tegan chuckled softly. "No worries, Doctor. I understand why you were concerned. It's good to know you have my back. But next time, maybe ask for an explanation before landing the TARDIS in my bedroom."
The Doctor nodded, a small smile forming on his face. "You're right, Tegan. I'll remember that in the future. I'm just relieved to see that you're safe and sound."
Tegan sat up in bed, stretching her limbs. "So, what brings you here, Doctor? Besides the mistaken SOS signals and scandalous window displays, of course."
The Doctor's expression turned serious once again. "I've been investigating the events in Little Holcombe, and there's more to the story than we initially thought. I believe there's a darker force at play, and I wanted to make sure you were alright."
Tegan's face grew serious as well. "I've been feeling a strange presence, Doctor. It's like something is watching me, even in my dreams. I thought it was just my imagination, but now I'm not so sure."
The Doctor's concern deepened. "We need to get to the bottom of this, Tegan. Whatever is happening, we'll face it together. But first, we should leave this place. It's not safe here."
Tegan nodded in agreement. "Agreed, Doctor. Let's get out of here and find out what's really going on in Little Holcombe. I trust your instincts, and if you say there's something amiss, then there probably is."
The Doctor reached out a hand to help Tegan out of bed. She took it gratefully, and together they walked out of the bedroom and back to the TARDIS.
As they steppe.d inside the time machine, the Doctor set a new course, determined to uncover the truth behind the mysterious events in Little Holcombe and protect Tegan from whatever dangers lay ahead. Their journey was far from over, and the Doctor's unwavering determination to solve the puzzle and ensure Tegan's safety burned brighter than ever.