Forever twenty one, Wren was adamant there was no reason to celebrate her birthday.
Why would you need to if you never aged?
As always, the Doctor never listened, offered her a trip to someplace remote, secret.
Sharing safe spots throughout the universe had become his new way of saying I love you, I trust you.
A small glade illuminated by twin moons, purple grass and shiny flowers, the Doctor invited Wren to play.
They played tag, danced together, and the campfire in the middle of the glade was their pause spot, like children have the kitchen.
It's tiring and somewhat nervous for the Doctor, but the grin on Wren's face—brighter than any sun he'd ever seen—was easily worth it.
And he would do it a million times over if he could, share glades and rivers forests, just to see her smile.
He could live off that...if it were possible, of course.
Absolutely smitten with her, if she told him to jump then he would, no hesitations.
He hasn't felt this alive since before the War.
*Time Is Dancing - Ben Howard
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Doctor Who: Really Tiny Short Stories
FanfictionThe bloody TARDIS. Of course, that was a brilliant idea; show everyone the Doctor's muddled clumps of memories... So I found some things in an old document of mine, and decided to publish them because why not? As the title says, they are very, VERY...
