As the Doctor's hands waved about in her explanation of some space-y swirly whatchamajigger (which made little sense and caused you to zone out of her excited rambling quite some time ago), you noticed it again, glinting in the light. Your eyes focused on the small earring in the doctor's ear. It was simple, silver and gold. The Doctor's arms wildly waving about caused the thin, silver chain connected to it to swing back and forth. Your eyes followed the chain on its upward path to where it ended. A small cuff. Nothing extraordinarily fancy, considering. A few stars that wrapped around her ear. So why did it draw your gaze?
The Doctor turned towards you and your eyes snapped up to hers, feigning attention.
The TARDIS door had just slammed shut behind you, the inhabitants of the planet angrily banging on the blue box. Yaz had halted beside you, using your shoulder as exaggerated support. The Doctor continued her sprint to the control panel, nearly skidding straight past it, to push on various levers and buttons, the TARDIS making her usual whooshing noise signaling her departure from the hostile planet.
Once the Doctor had finished fiddling with the control panel she spun around to face you, the silver chain on her earring catching the light.
Your eyes linger on the metallic gleam.
I wonder how it would feel—
"(Y/N), are you okay?" The Doctor tilted her head slightly with her question, worry tinting her voice.
God that's adorable.
You shook your head. "Just a bit out of it from running across half of what was apparently a hostile military base," you teased lightly. Yaz let loose something halfway between a gasp for air and a snort before wandering off to the kitchen to fix a kettle of tea, Ryan and Gram in tow.
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You were sitting and playing cards with Yaz and Ryan, Gram taking the momentary quiet to read a book he had found in the library. Some novel printed in the year 5 billion. (Though it looked oddly familiar, with a giant wasp on the cover. You couldn't quite place it)
Looking at the cards in your hand you gave a frown.
"(Y/N), you have the worst poker face," Ryan laughed.
Yaz just raised an eyebrow as a smirk edged up on her face.
Ryan pushed all of his salt, sugar, and pepper packets (a quickly thrown together replacement for betting chips) with a smug grin.
You looked over at Yaz, who seemed to be struggling to keep a straight face, a smile tugging at the corner of her lips, holding her hands up in mock surrender. You pushed your own haphazard stack in the middle of the table. Ryan raised his eyebrow.
"You sure you want to do that?"
"Yup," popping the 'p' and leaning back in your chair, "besides, Yaz beat me the last four times, thought you deserved a chance."
Ryan snorted and rolled his eyes, "suit yourself." Ryan looked over at Yaz, waiting to see what she would do.
Yaz smiled as she placed her cards face down on the table, "I fold."
Ryan grinned and turned his hand over, displaying a full house of three aces and a pair of jacks. "What've you got?"
A full on smirk broke out across your face as you tossed your cards face up onto the table. "Royal. Straight. Flush." A small accentuating pause was placed between each word.
Ryan looked incredulously at your ten through ace of hearts staring back at him. "I thought you were bad at five card!"
"I am," you grinned, "but I hate preparing dinner for you people even more."
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