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The Promise of Stars | Changez Khan x Reader (Oneshot)

Prompt: Soulmates

Fandom: Rogue One(briefly)/Doctor Who/The Reluctant Fundamentalist

Words: 2637

A/N: A continuation of the two-part series As You Wish [1] [2] from last year’s Writer’s Month. A Doctor Who AU with Rogue One and The Reluctant Fundamentalist character(s).

It had been a year since you and Changez got together and you have yet to tell him about the Doctor. Not even your friends Jyn and Cassian know about the Doctor, though there were times where it came close. You couldn’t handle hiding something like this, especially when the Doctor kept calling you when she felt like going on an adventure whenever she wanted to.

“Hey,” Changez said, appearing at the kitchen entrance.

“What’s up?” you asked, turning the oven off and grabbing mittens.

“Your phone was ringing and… it said the doctor. You… you’re okay, right?” he asked, eyebrows furrowed in concern.

“Uh, yes, I’m fine, that’s just… um, let me call them back. Can you take the eggplant parmesan out, please? Thank you.”

You handed him the oven mittens as you moved past him. He reluctantly did as he was told, placing the food on the stove top before debating whether he should listen in or not. He glanced into the living room where you were pacing. It sounded like you were arguing with someone.

“I am not playing this time,” the Doctor said, “There’s something going on and they’re heading towards London. They could already be there by now. Just be careful.”

You sighed. “Alright, but when I say I’m busy, I’m busy, okay?”

“Alright. Have fun with your little date.”

You hung up and saw Changez waiting patiently. How would he react if you ever tell him about the Doctor? Would it be better to just show him?

“Everything alright?” he asked.

“Yeah, lets eat.”

The museum was opening up a traveling exhibit highlighting art from lost civilizations found throughout the years. Changez had told you that he was friends with the coordinators and got tickets to see their panel and permission to roam around the museum after hours, as he knew that there was a limit to how much you could tolerate crowds.

It has been a while since you’ve been to a museum. The last time you went, the Doctor kept going on and on about the time she met certain groups and how most of the artifacts were technically stolen and should be given back.

“They even found some stuff that is possibly from Mohenjo-daro,” Carlton had added.

“Hm?” you looked up from the papers you were grading at the mention of the ancient city in Pakistan.

He shrugged. “I just remember doing some research on the Indus Valley civilization and Mohenjo-daro. I’ve been there once with my cousins, you know?”

“You have?” You placed the papers on the coffee table and scooted closer to him.

“Yeah, it’s weird, though. I felt like I’ve been there before,” he said with a frown.

“Maybe you have,” you said,” in another life.”

“You believe that stuff?” he teased.

“Of course,” you said.

Date night couldn’t come any sooner. The Doctor still texted every now and again, checking if everything was okay. Apparently, the thing that she had seen coming towards Earth had not appeared yet. You put your phone on silent and continued to get ready.

You could already sense when he was outside. It was something that you’ve noticed the first week that you were acquainted after that day when you literally bumped into him. He had been irritated by it since he was running late trying to find his classroom, but something made him turn back and talk to you. He wasn’t Bodhi, you were quick to get that through your head when he snapped at you, but you couldn’t help but do research on Mohenjo-daro. Of course, there wasn’t much information to be found, nothing too specific anyways.

The screen on your phone lit up, but it wasn’t Changez. You assumed that it was the Doctor sending in her weekly check up and ignored it. Once you were in the cab with Changez, you checked your message.

“Be careful, they’re near,” the Doctor texted.

She never told you who ‘they’ were and every time you asked, she went on a rant about this alien race that absorbed everything it saw. Not helpful at all. Maybe it was nothing to stress out about. The Doctor always managed to solve this kind of thing on her own anyways.

“You’re thinking too hard,” Changez commented once the cab arrived at the museum.

“Just… some things that happened at school,” you said dismissively.

“Relax,” he said, rubbing your shoulders, “We agreed not to talk about work on date nights, remember?”

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay.”

“I can’t believe some people had the audacity to ask if they were willing to sell some of the findings for millions of dollars for their collection,” you grumbled.

You were walking arm in arm with Changez along the halls long after the panel had finished. The crowd gradually thinned as you continued to stroll around, talking about the panel and art history.

“You’d be surprised what else rich people shamelessly flaunt about,” he said.

“Ugh, I’m having a headache just thinking about it,” you groaned.

Changez chuckled. “I can tell,” he said, shrugging off his jacket, “Or you’re getting a headache because you’re getting too cold.”

“Could be both.” You fixed the jacket on you and resumed hugging his arm.

You were in the middle of explaining the Silk Road and the various trade routes between Europe and Asia when you both heard a loud crash from one of the halls. Changez turned, his arms protectively around you as he called out for his security friend.

“Run!” the security guard shouted as he ran into the room, turning back to aim his gun at whatever it was.

“What’s going on?” Changez demanded.

“Don’t shoot it!” came a familiar voice. A blonde woman with a white and blue long coat ran in with her hands up. “Oh, hi, (Y/n)! This must be your soulmate. Boyfriend. Hi, (Y/n)’s boyfriend!”

“Doctor, what are you doing here?” you hissed, detaching yourself from Changez to approach her. “What’s going on?”

“It’s here! I’ve got my calculations off by a month, but it’s here,” the Doctor said, then turned to the security guard. “Put your bloody gun down, it doesn’t even have any bullets! Bullets won’t even work on them, anyways.”

“What is it, Doctor?” you pressed.

“I’ve gotten readings of foreign objects entering the atmosphere. As it landed in the middle of nowhere, I wasn’t too concerned by it. Then I realized the energy readings and found that it was made of organic material. Living organic material. It was picked up during an excavation and brought to the museum for one of their exhibits.”

“You couldn’t have told me that earlier?”

“Your phone was on silent! You weren’t answering!”

“But how long have you known that it was in the museum?”

“Well, this morning…”

“There you go!”

“Guys!” Changez shouted, stepping between you two. You turned to look at him and he pointed down the hall to a giant blob rolling over your way, absorbing everything in its path.

“Why didn’t you say that it was a gelatinous cube?” you asked the Doctor.

“No time for that, sweetie, lets go,” Changez said, dragging you to the other entrance.

“Right, well done, good idea,” the Doctor said quickly, ushering you all out and started to run. “Follow me!”

“What about the gelatinous cube?” you asked her, “It might escape the building.”

“I’ve got a thingy-ma-jiggy in the TARDIS that’ll stop it,” the Doctor said confidently, “Keep going. You have the TARDIS key on you?”

“Yeah.”

“Go!”

You took the lead as the Doctor stayed behind, pointing her sonic screwdriver up towards the sprinkler system.

“Oh god, the paintings!” the security guard cried out, turning to stop the Doctor.

“No, mate, lets go,” Changez said, grabbing his arm.

The Doctor changed her tactic, deciding to lure the gelatinous creature to another and larger room. You continued forward, using the key to locate the TARDIS. You spotted the blue box between two sculptures, twisting the key in and shoving the two men in. They stumbled forward, catching their breath before looking around, their jaws dropping.

“(Y/n), what is this?” Changez asked, walking up to the console.

“It’s the TARDIS,” you said, shutting the door and beelining towards the Doctor’s pile of gadgets below the console, “Stands for Time and Relative Dimension in Space. She uses it to, well, travel through time and space.”

“It’s bigger on the inside,” the security guard said in awe.

“Yeah, time lord technology and all that,” you said.

“How is this possible? How… (Y/n), is this… how?” Changez stumbled through his words.

“TARDIS, do you know that electrical thing that the Doctor picked up? Where is it?” you asked.

The console pulsed and groaned until a section below glowed brighter. You followed it, sorting through the clutter and found something that looked like a bulky gun from Ghostbusters. You were about to head out the door when Changez stood in front of you.

“Where are you going?”

“To help the Doctor,” you said, like it was obvious.

“And get hurt? No way.” He shook his head. “Let us go. You can stay here and-”

“And wait?” you scoffed. “I’m not doing that. Not again.”

You pushed passed him before he could respond. Changez cursed under his breath, looking around the console room for some kind of weapon of sorts. The console groaned and pulsed again, drawing him to the floor below the console.

“What do we do now?” the security guard asked, poking his head down at him.

“We help them, of course,” Changez said, handing him what looked to be a silver painted NERF gun.

“And what are we going to do with this? Changez?”

Changez was already making his way out the door, looking around for you. He felt that pull again, the same pull that he felt when his heart was searching for you. He let it guide him, moving almost blindly through the corridors. Jogging through a hall lined with paintings, something made him pause. He turned to one of the paintings and saw an agricultural landscape, an old well standing to the right with two buckets resting on the side. His eyes started to hurt as he stared at it, so he quickly blinked, and the well was gone. He shrugged it off and continued to follow the pull.

It led him all the way to the back warehouse through the maze of crates and metal shelves. The security guard caught up with him, moving as quietly as he could. They heard a shout to the right and quickly followed it.

“Keep distracting it, (Y/n)!” The Doctor shouted.

“Oi! I hated you in Dungeons and Dragons!” you yelled at it.

It suddenly jumped towards you, making you stumble backwards, landing on your butt. You scrambled back as it continued to approach. The Doctor panicked, hitting the side of the suction gun to get it to work.

“(Y/n)!” Changez shouted, running to your side and helping you up.

“What are you doing here?”

“You think I’m going to let you face this thing alone?”

“I’m here, too!” the security guard piped up.

“Now that we’re outnumbering it, those water guns you have there-” The Doctor pointed at the silver guns that Changez and the security guard had in their hands. “-Keep shooting it with water. It’ll weaken it and make it slower.”

“I knew these were water guns,” the security guard muttered.

The guys pumped the water guns, ignoring the ridiculousness of the situation and proceeded to shoot. You skirted around and helped the Doctor to get her gadget going, using her sonic screwdriver to fix it. The Doctor continued to mutter under her breath, encouraging the gun to work until it finally lit up.

“Great! Step back, everyone!” The Doctor shouted.

Everyone dispersed as a cone of wind shot out of the gun and sucked on the gelatinous creature. It started to growl and thrash as it was dragged across the room. The Doctor gritted her teeth, holding steady before upping the suction power. It let out one last roar before it popped, dropping everything and everyone that it absorbed before being sucked into the canister connected to the gun. The Doctor fell back and let out a sigh of relief.

“That’s a lot of cleaning up to do,” The security guard commented, dropping the water gun. He looked around and started to help the disoriented people up.

The security guard promised to take care of everything and not to tell anyone what had actually happened. You spoke to the Doctor and convinced her to take Changez somewhere and when she finally relented, you dragged Changez into the TARDIS.

“Where are we going?” he asked as the Doctor closed the doors behind her.

She made her way to the console and began to press a series of buttons. “I suggest you hold onto something,” she said.

You grabbed onto one of the railings and nodded for Changez to do the same. He followed suit, gripping the metal hard to brace himself.

“I made a promise to show you the stars,” you said, “And that’s what we’re going to do.”

You nodded at the Doctor and she pulled a lever, making the TARDIS shake. The engine began to wheeze as lights flashed. You smiled, your heart racing in excitement after finally being able to share this experience with Changez without having to hide things from him again. He met your eyes and grabbed your hand tightly.

You may not have been able to take Bodhi to see the stars, but you could show them to Changez. This feeling you had deep in your chest was warmer with him, like a cozy blanket wrapped around you. You knew that the time was right this time.

The TARDIS finally stopped with a jerk and the Doctor promptly double checked with the monitor that you were at the right location. WIth a quick scan, she gave a satisfied nod and pulled a lever up, then a series of buttons.

“I’ve extended the field,” she said as she opened the doors wide, “Go ahead.”

“Whoa, wait!” Changez panicked when he saw what was outside. “How… but there’s no oxygen out in space. We would have been sucked out into the void by now.”

“Plenty of time to explain,” you said, bounding towards the door with your hand in his, “Lets just enjoy this right now.”

He let you drag him towards the door and stopped at the threshold. You slowly stepped over it, feeling an invisible solid force field under your feet. The first time you’ve done this, it was nauseating, seeing space surrounding you and you’re just standing there expecting something to go wrong. But it didn’t. The Doctor always had your back.

“It’s okay,” you assured him, extending a hand out towards him. “Do you trust me?”

Changez’s feet started to move on their own, his hand reaching out to grab yours. He looked down at the last second as his feet crossed the threshold. With a chuckle of disbelief, he looked back at you and smiled.

“This is… unbelievable,” he breathed, taking in his surroundings.

“Can you name all the constellations here?” you challenged.

“You bet I can,” he said excitedly and proceeded to do so.

The Doctor watched you two with a fond smile as she leaned against the console. She remembered the moment you had started to fall for Bodhi, she knew the signs. She knew that you were meant to be there, to meet him, but you weren’t meant to be together. Not in that timeline. Soulmates will always find their way to each other in every form and appear when the time was right. It seems that the stars aligned for you at the right time.

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