The Date In The Stars

Seceret In The Stars

Journal entry seven:
The Doctor and I spent the rest of the deliberately long journey to try on out fits related to that French era. We were having such fun we barley noticed TARDIS's engine smoke until the purple fumes filled the room.
He raced below muttering something about her not liking that fact she was made to travel slowly. A hundred million kms in a nano second was her speed. Back and forwards it time.

AUTHER'S note: This is a little section is slightly forward in their relationship, but I've had it in my notes for ages! And just had to use it.

We had finished our costume catwalk and the Doctor had gone to check TARDIS's engines below, while I wrote about how good he looked on French attire. And kissed.
I was sitting on the red jump seat, writing in my journal about all the places and things I had seen with the Doctor. They were quite extraordinary and extraterrestrial adventures to say the least.
The Doctor burst into the room a moment later, only to comment without looking, about how my drawing of the shark needed to be 'pointier'.
Like he had been the one seated singing to it for two hours.
He keyed in a few things into the controls and then came over to me.

"I have a secret to tell you about our connection. I've know you longer than this. Longer than now. We've met before, in various times and places, and at each place and time we are up to a different stage of friendship. You are very amazing."

He took my hand in his and gazed into my eyes. I was kind of bewildered by his sudden rush of intense information. I smiled up at him and answered.

"Thank you, Doctor. It must be hard that I'm not up to the same page as you sometimes."

"Yes, but true love waits for eternity."

He said smiling, and kissing my forehead.

"And how would you know that?"

"Because I've waited for you."

"You shouldn't have! I'm not good enough for you!"

Anger and sadness for him suddenly rose out of nowhere. I felt strong emotions towards him but still thought he could do better. After all, you know it's true love when all you want is for that person to be happy, even if you can't be a part of their happiness.
He looked at me sternly.

"Don't say that blue eyes. What makes you think your not good enough? There is no one, no one else that could be as amazing and talented as you."

"Well what about River? And rose Tyler? And all the other women that have travelled with you? Have you told them this story too? Until you get bored or they grow old?"

"You think I can't love! That's it, that's what it is! You're scared that I don't really love you back, and that I do this out of pity, well I have never loved some one so much before!"

"Of course! The thought of losing you, or never having you scared me."

The Doctor walked around the TARDIS's console with a scowl on his face and his mouth turned down. He walked back over to me, his arms folded and a thoughtful and slightly angry look on his face.

"The only reason people fall in love and get married, Lydia is because they are scared of dying alone! The human race are pack animals. They survive on each other and their emotions. Please don't tell me you're one of those people!"

"No. And I hope for my sake that you're not either."

"Never."

I was unsure wether I was angry at myself or him, or if I was just sad.

"Why? Aren't you scared? Of dying alone? You've been around so long, seen so much."

"Because I've done it too many times already."

"Will that ever change, Doctor?"

"Yes, blue eyes. Because I've met you."

Journal entry eight:
We sat in silence, still loving and still angry. We had a strange way of feeling both emotions at once. The Doctor looked across to me.

"Okay, I think we need that France distraction!"

"Mmm, have I mentioned I also find the French accent quite... Exquisite?"

I teased, rolling the last word off my tongue and a French accent.

"Oh don't you start! I thought you said that British had the sexiest!"

"They do! But the French are quite admirable..."

I lent back with a hand to my forehead, pretending to swoon.

"I guess I should come back as a French man when I regenerate next!"

"No, Doctor I like you just the way you are."

I talked about the French until TARDIS came to a rocky halt, and flung open her doors.
She revealed Paris, France in the early 1800's. Though it was a bit dirty, it still had an air of the pompous French.
The Doctor and I changed into the appropriate clothing. I wore a peach and gold coloured dress, with tiny bows and intricate pearls. It had the most ornate go stitching on he skirt and sleeves, it was lovely.
The Doctor was dressed in a fancy silk and velvet suit, that was blue with gold trim and stitching around the hems.
The sleeves, collar, button holes the lot were embedded in this gold fibre. I looked over my dress in awe. The corset was a little tight, but I guess that's how they were, back in the day. How does TARDIS get these? And to our exact sizes?

"To Paris!"

"To Paris! Another place crossed off my bucket list!"

We stepped out into the cool Paris air, it was evening and we were in the exact market square that Eiffle tower would soon stand.