A Declaration of Love
One warm evening two figures lay on the side of a grassy hill, gazing up at unfamiliar stars.
The Doctor was in his shirtsleeves, his jacket bundled under his head as a makeshift pillow. At his neck his bow tie was somewhat askew and his thumbs fiddled with his braces as his eyes roved round the overhead constellations.
His new companion lay at his side. Attractive and intense, dressed in what may be described as 'short-skirt casual'.
"Why is that star flashing green over there?" She pointed.
"I don't know. Perhaps we'll go and find out."
"I haven't thanked you properly, have I?"
"For taking me with you. Letting me travel around the universe."
"Don't mention it."
"Doctor...there's something else I wanted to say."
"Well...I believe we have to be honest and truthful if we're going to travel together."
"I-I've been having these feelings."
"I'm in love with you."
He looked at her sharply. "I love you too. As a friend-"
"I don't mean as a friend," she interrupted, reaching over to stroke his face.
The Doctor jumped to his feet like a startled rabbit, his mop of floppy hair seeming to move independently of his distinctive, mobile face. "You don't mean -"
She stood, nodding.
"But I'm not as young as I look. I'm hundreds of years older than you!"
"I've always had a thing for older men," she murmured. She reached for him again, but he intercepted her hands, gently.
"It's a phase you're going through. It's common with girls your age. You're grateful for being taken away from your old life, that's all."
The girl pouted. "So you don't feel the same?"
"Only as a friend. Look. If we are going to be together for any length of time then you will need to try and put a lid on this. Promise?"
She made a face. "I'll try. But I can still hope can't I?"
The Doctor hooked his collar with a forefinger and puffed out his cheeks.
Just then there was a movement further down the hill.
"Look," hissed the Doctor. "Here's Jamie coming back from his walk. Now, remember your promise. Not a word, alright Zoe?"