Random One-Shots

"Are You Okay?"

A/N: This one is for Saba, who replies to text messages at 1:30am and helps give me inspiration.

Saba sat on the lawn of her university, studying for her history final. It was such a nice day and she hated to be locked up inside her slightly messier-than-usual dorm room.

"What is the date miss?" a Scottish voice interrupted the peaceful silence.

Saba looked up from her textbook and replied cautiously, "July 7th..."

"Yes yes I know," The man with attack eyebrows replied, "but what YEAR in it?"

"What year?!?" She looked up at the man in shock, "it's 2023, how much exactly have you had to drink today?"

The eyebrows shot up, "Nothing! What makes you say that? Is it because I'm Scottish? because that is more of an Irish thing--"

"--Well, Mr. uh... Eyebrows. Most people know what the freaking year is..." She snapped, interrupting him. "besides. I have a history test to study for and I don't have time for drunk men asking me what year it is." she said pointedly, turning back to her textbook.

"You know, I could help you study. I'm good with time. And history. And the future."

"The future? What are you, a spaceman? A time traveler?" Saba asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Well, Timelord actually..." The strange man corrected. "Come with me. In my TARDIS. We can visit every event in this book and still come back with enough time to spare to take that test."

"Timelord? TARDIS?!?!? Like the doctor?!" Saba asked, jumping up from the grass.

"How do you--"

"TV Series." She grinned, cutting him off. "Come on Eyebrows, you gonna take me to the TARDIS or not?"

"Eyebrows?" The Doctor muttered to himself, "Yes. Follow me," he turned on his heel and started off for the nearby park. "Where did you get a name like 'Eyebrows'?"

"Have you looked in a mirror?" Saba replied, rolling her eyes. "They're ginormous."

"Uh-huh..." The Doctor smiled, but was obviously lost in thought.

∿ Apparently, having someone know about him without explaining to do had thrown him off. ∿

Once aboard the TARDIS, and it really was bigger on the inside, The Doctor started, "All right Miss...?"

"Saba."

"Miss Saba, all of time and space, where would you like to go first?"

"Well my test is on The History of Dance, so how about, the Russian Ballet?"

"I love a good Ballet." The Doctor said, smiling. He didn't smile much, but he never looked too miserable. He usually had a small smile plastered on, but Saba noticed that as soon as she would look away, he would stop.

"Doctor?" she asked, suddenly timid.

"Yes?"

"Are you... Okay?"

He suddenly looked terrified. Then confused. "I'm sorry what did you ask?"

"Are you okay?" Saba asked, turning to see what he was looking at. His voice brought her back to reality.

"I suppose so."

"You suppose what?"