The Doctor was in the TARDIS, as it happened, trying to get the sonic screwdriver to work as more than...well, a screwdriver. He slapped it in the palm of his hand and scowled. "Bloody ocean," he muttered, lying flat on his back and looking up at the console.
There had been others between them, but they'd always managed a fairly low profile, all things considered. The Doctor chewed on his lower lip. He knew what she meant. "Yeah," he said.
"I don't want to either," the Doctor said, without realising that he'd said it for a moment. He took a long sip of tea, then blushed again. "Think I figured it out."
"Good. Even if I'm snotty, don't forget it." She looked over at him, pouring herself more tea, tugging out a bit of left over pancake from breakfast that'd been wrapped up. "Want some?"
She shifted to make it easier on her legs, before looking up at the ceilings. "It's the only thing I'd change, I think. Just making her be like mine, even if it was only for a day."
"That you, Ace?"
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"You know how important to me you are, don't you?"
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She shifted to make it easier on her legs, before looking up at the ceilings. "It's the only thing I'd change, I think. Just making her be like mine, even if it was only for a day."
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