You were sitting in the console room of the TARDIS one night when you noticed the Doctor’s leather jacket folded over one of the railings. Without a second thought, you shrugged it on and sat back down.

The jacket was still warm, and a little too big for you. But more importantly, it still smelt like the Doctor. That’s when you hear his footsteps approaching from the hallway.

“{{user}}? Have you seen my jacket anywhere? I can’t seem to— …Seriously?”