You Are Not Alone |~| A Doctor Who Fanfiction |~|

Chapter 5: Battling the Daleks

=Quinn's POV=

I woke up with the Doctor snuggled up next to me and his arm around me. I didn't want to get up out of his arms. So I just layed there, trying to go back to sleep. After awhile, his arm receded and he slowly sat up. I turned to my side to look at him.

"Hi." I whispered.

"Good Morning." He replied, also in a whisper.

I sat up, streching my arms and yawning. I then remembered what happened last night. Crying, shaking, pretty much showing my past self to the Doctor. I didn't really plan on that happening, but it did, and there wasn't anything I could do about it.

"Want eggs?" The Doctor suddenly said.

"Sure, I'm going to go get cleaned up." I replied, getting up.

The Doctor left the room and I followed soon after. I headed back to my own TARDIS to get cleaned.

After taking a shower and getting dressed in a patterned tank and jean shorts. I quickly put my strawberry blonde hair up into a messy bun. Lastly I put some makeup on.

I headed over to the kitchen, thanking the TARDIS for making it an easy find.

I sat down and looked at the Doctor to find him flailing around the stove.

"Ah! Ooh ooh! Oh hot hot hot!"

"Doctor? What are you doing!?" I ask confused.

"Well, let's just say, I can't cook." He says sheepishly.

"Here, let me help." I tell him, walking over to the pan.

"Well here's your first problem, the eggs are black." I say, pointing to the eggs with an obvious expression.

"Right. Okay, so..." He says, trailing off, pulling on his earlobe.

"Want me to cook?" I ask him smirking.

"Yeah, uh, that'd be great." The Doctor said, relieved that he didn't have to cook.

I went to clean the pan of the burnt eggs and started cooking. The Doctor was looking over my shoulder, watching closely on how to make them.

After I was done, I looked at him expectantly, he told me he was going to rate my cooking.

"Oh my god!" He says.

"What! Are they gross?" I ask concerned.

"They're DELICIOUS!" He says enthusiastically, scarfing down more eggs.

"Glad to hear it." I say laughing as I grabbed my own eggs.

We sat there eating, in an awkward silence. The Doctor was the one to break the silence.

"You look prettier without it."

"What?" I asked him confused.

"Your makeup. You look beautiful without it." He said, staring at me. There was something in his eyes I couldn't quite recognize.

"Thanks," I said blushing. "But I really look like an acne troll without it." I said quietly.

"I don't think so." He replied, sounding kind of sad that I thought that way. I smiled at him and continued eating my food, not knowing what to say.

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Later That Day

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=The Doctors POV=

"Ok, where to next?" I ask excitedly.

"Um, lemme think. How about-" Quinn started, but got cut off by the TARDIS shaking and throwing us to the ground.