The Whovianitis Files

Defining Brook: History

history

noun \ˈhis-t(ə-)rē\

events of the past

"Foreman, you're coming with us," Brook exclaimed, taking his hand.

"No, no, no," Foreman replied, gently shaking his hand out of Brook's. "I don't want to spoil your fun."

"Foreman," Brook said with a little pout. The Doctor and Clara awkwardly stood by as Brook leaned over and planted a kiss on Foreman's lips. When she pulled away she said, "You aren't going to spoil anyone's fun, Foreman. We all want you there. I want you there." Her lips curled into a smile. "After all, we are engaged now."

Foreman looked down into Brook's eyes and brushed a few curls off of her face. "I've never been happier in my life," he said. Foreman leaned over and pressed his lips to Brook's. They didn't seem to want to break out of it. They wrapped their arms around each other and just stood there contently.

The Doctor cleared his throat loudly. "If you two keep that up, I'm taking either of you anywhere!" Clara laughed a bit, even though she knew that the Doctor was actually being rather serious. 

Brook gave her father a look, and then turned back to Foreman. "So are you coming?" she said hopefully.

"Um..." Foreman just kept on hesitating, even though he wasn't trying to. He just wanted to continue moving forwards. When he realized that his tongue was never going to untangle itself, he just nodded. 

"Well, then, it's settled."

The whole group of four walked over to the TARDIS. It had been a while since the Doctor had four people together in the TARDIS like this, especially a couple like Foreman and Brook. He got everyone into the TARDIS and then quickly surveyed his group. Clara looked right at home, moving straight around to the back of the control room. Foreman and Brook, on the other hand, looked a bit more like kids in a candy shop. It was evident that Brook was far more at ease in the TARDIS than Foreman was. This was her home, the home of her heart and soul. For Foreman, it was where his future father-in-law lived and watched his every move.

"We are going to the Elizabethan Era," Brook announced, walking up to the TARDIS console.

"What?" the Doctor said, walking over to her and gently pushing her out of the way. "No."

"You're just afraid you're going to see good old Queen Bess there, aren't you?" Brook said with a laugh, teasing her father. She put her hands on her hips.

"Well, it is called the Elizabethan Era."

Clara shrugged, walking over to join the crowd at the console. "It sounds like fun to me."

"That's two against one!" Brook said. "Now, Foreman, do you think we should go to the Elizabethan Era?" She lifted her eyebrows and tilted her head, turning towards her fiancee. Brook didn't realize it, but she was batting her eyelashes and widening her eyes. The look on her face made Foreman's hearts start to jump. Even after living with her for years he still was floored by her all the time. He froze and tried to speak, but his words didn't come out quite right.

Brook turned to her father and said, "Foreman says yes."

"He didn't say yes, Brook." The Doctor was stalling, trying to do whatever he could to avoid going to the Elizabethan Era.

"Foreman?" Brook said with expectation seeping into her voice. 

"Yes," Foreman finally spit out. "Yes, I'd like to go to the Elizabethan Era."

"Well then, Daddy! That settles it! Seventy-five percent of us agree, the Elizabethan Era is the way to go."

The Doctor sighed, knowing Brook would never give up on it. "Fine, we'll go."