the day that time stood still (thasmin)

part 2 - chapter 11

(doctor POV)

It was an interesting few days, we had settled for none less than the marvellous Sheffield, and well, a rather TARDIS-less week has taught me a lot, including the little known fact that Ryan does indeed snore. After the first night in Grahams spare room I decided that maybe his house was not the route I should take to get my two hours of required sleep a night. I instead decided upon an evening wander around where I found some very interesting states of human, which Yaz has informed me is what happens when the young people smoke their funny green weeds. It had a strange but similar effect to alcohol. The second night I felt bad for saying that I couldn't sleep at all when I was with him, so I told Ryan and Graham I would go to do some work on the TARDIS.

This time without travelling has taught me a lot of things I seem to have forgotten this last century. I can't understand how Yaz manages to keep her job, I went with her one night, on the low-down as she called it, and I got to have the lights and sirens. It was fun but about as exhausting as each of our little adventures. She's like a real life super hero. She got a callout to something pretty scary, but according to her it was just routine. I never have understood why humans can be so violent to one another, especially someone you claim to love.

The evening after that, yay had a night off from being a super police officer so she invited me to hers. I might have let slip that I couldn't have a nap at Graham's so it was likely out of sympathy. I had so much fun, and I had forgotten what it was like to just live and not have to chase after some misinformed creatures throughout varying galaxies all of the time. She helped me out a bit with certain things, like my hair. It is still quite short, a lot shorter than her own beautifully brown hair. She noticed my fascination with some of her styling and took it upon herself to teach me, I liked the space buns with the braids but I wasn't very good at all. besides, it felt nicer when she was doing them for me, my scalp was all tingly and I felt warmer. It was safe to say the end result was amazing. She didn't think it was and I don't know why because I loved it. Still she took it out a proceeded to give me a milkmaids braid, noting that she saw how my hair would often get in the way of my face when I was running around. I'm glad she kept playing with my hair to create that masterpiece, her hands felt so nice.

We even played "truth or dare" which is a strange concept but I liked it, and have taken note of the type of questions asked. I found it interesting as a method beginning to understand another person and it was fun. She asked me all sorts, like what my favourite earth animal was, of course I said humans, they can be easier to talk to than dogs and giraffes, and hold better conversations. I asked her a lot of things too, except she seems to flinch when I bought up Izzy Flint. She did tell me after a slight pause, although I still didn't understand the reasoning behind it. Yaz told me how Izzy had caught her staring at a sleepover for another friend's birthday and confronted her about it. She said horrible things and asked her why she would want to stare at her, asking poor Yaz if she was gay and proceeding to call her horrible names. She then refused to sleep in the same room as her so Yaz was booted out into a toy cupboard and forced to sleep in there. Although she did't sleep, instead she spent all night reading some of the books and thinking over what had happened. She told me how she wanted to call her mum and ask her to come and pick her up, but she didn't want the questions. She was only 13 and didn't know how to cope. She told me how she tried to get a boyfriend to prove them wrong, but they had already told all of the boys and many of them refused to speak to her. Thinking abut it now, I kind of wanted to go back and have a word with Izzy, after this happened of course, maybe even now just so it wouldn't mess up Yaz's timeline, as I don't want to have never met her. She even told me how after all of this, she spent a lot of time with her drama teachers and, although at this point she hated the subject, he was really helpful and actually helped her figure out that she wanted to become a police officer. It does make me wonder why humans are so fixated on love, and who someone should fall in love with, when there are so many bad things happening and this is such a small issue. We stopped playing truth or dare not long after that, and Yaz was tired so we went to bed, I tried t sleep on the sofa but neither yay or her mum would have it, telling me that she has a big enough bed for the both of us. She fell asleep in my arms that night, after insisting we "snuggled", which is just hugging laying down, and even I had gotten a good nights sleep.