We Can't Have a Universe With No Yaz

Chapter 3

Edit: This is extremely short chapter, but I wanted to publish this before the rest. I hope you like it so far!

We got back to the TARDIS, I was exhausted from running all the way back. I guessed her hearts allowed her the luxury of not getting tired easily. She sat on the floor, picking a panel up from underneath the console. It clattering to one side as she jumped down, her head poking out the floor.
"What are you doing?" I couldn't help but be amused by how she was rummaging, throwing objects behind her like a dog digging in sand.
"I need to find it. I can't do this without it, very important."
Before I could ask what she yelled "aha got it. Look at this." She put it on her head as though it were a crown, eyes wide and pupils wider with excitement. She was a big kid, but I loved that.
"What do you think?"
"Well...its a deerstalker...quiet ...fitting?"
"You love it! Do you want one? I have plenty!"
"I'm gonna pass on that."
"Well you can be my John Watson then." She climbed back up and lifted the giant panel with ease. I couldn't help but look at her in awe as she fitted it back to the floor. I just realised, that was what the pipe was for.
"Wait, come here" I walked towards her and adjusted her hat. "Can't have you looking anything but elementary." She looked down at me. Being this close I could see tiny lines stretching under her eyes, and how her irises were surrounded by Sacramento green. She lifted her hands on top of mine which were still grasping the ears of her hat. She then entwined her fingers with mine and moved one of my hands to her cheek and closed her eyes for a second. In that moment it felt as though everything around us had gone still, and silent, and there was just me and her in the whole universe. She dropped my hands and leaned in to my ear and whispered "later?" To which I nodded. My mind was buzzing. I wanted to push these feelings to the back of my mind, and that moment even further. What felt like decades ago my mum had asked if we were seeing each other, I remember snapping back. Had I felt something towards her since then? With my job I hadn't even had time to think about a boyfriend, let alone what ever this was. This was a strange world, one that conflicted morals of my religion that I had been brought up with. How could I keep my religion with all that I have seen? But how could I throw away where I came from and all that I have known? I did consider myself quite liberal, but it was just that I didn't want myself to be this way...whatever way that may be. My trail of thought was broken with a faint "Come on Yaz" from the door. With all the traffic in my head, I hoped 'later' wouldn't come.