Children of Gallifrey

Departure

(Scarlet's POV)
"Don't take the Doctor personally. He always comes across as unpleasant." Jack said, leaning agains the inside of the TARDIS with me.
"The Doctor doesn't offed me." I said, too quickly.
"Uh huh. Look, I know future you. And every time you and him get into an argument- which is often- you both mope around until it's situated. And both of you are too stubborn to apologize." I started to say something when the TARDIS lurched and threw me into the pillar, causing me to cry out softly.
"Tell me before you take off!" I snapped. Jack let out a low whistle.
"And let the moping commence." I rolled my eyes.
"Oh, please. I am not a moper." He noticed something.
"Jack, what regeneration is the Doctor on?" I questioned.
"This is his eleventh." Jack answered. I nodded.
"And you?" He asked. I swallowed.
"My seventh." I lied through my teeth. He nodded, believing me. Of course he would. He's just a time agent.
"Do I need to warn you when we land as well?" The Doctor called mockingly.
"I should kill you. See how handsome twelve would be!" I shouted. He chuckled slightly.
"Oh, I'm as attractive as it gets. See my bow tie?" Both Jack and I laughed.
"Of course, Doctor."

"Well I better be off, then. I'll be seeing you around." Jack promised, hugging me goodbye.
"I suppose you know more than I do." I smiled at him, ignoring the Doctor as he plundered loudly through the TARDIS.
"And thanks for saving us." I added. He grinned.
"Any time for a beautiful immortal like myself." I let out a laugh. "See you, Scarlet." He pressed the button on his Vortex Manipulator and vanished.
"What's the matter with you?" I asked the Doctor.
"Me? I'm just peachy. Lovely." He muttered.
"I take it you don't like Jack very well." I deducted. He let out a strange sound in the back of his throat.
"It's not Jack. It's just- nothing." I reached out and took his hand, stilling him. His green eyes finally met mine.
"Tell me. We've got to trust each other." I said.
"You don't remember me. I can see it in your eyes." He answered.
"That's not fair. You can't get mad at me for that." I retorted. He laughed a little.
"I'm not mad. I just... Miss you." He said finally.
"What do you miss? Tell me and I'll do it." I begged him. His eyes softened.
"It's not that easy. I can't ask you." After a moment of hazy thinking I kissed him, probably startling him.
I wrapped my arms around his neck as he pulled me closer, deepening the kiss. I felt caught up in a sudden wave of emotion.
The last two Time Lords...
Kissing in the middle of the TARDIS.
"How old are you?" I found the need to ask.
"972." He answered.
"My earth mum warned me about meeting men who looked younger than they were." I giggled.
"And how old are you?" He asked.
"Oh, Doctor. You never ask a lady's age. Especially not a Time Lady." I winked. "But, if you must know, 709." He let out a whistle.
"That's a pretty big gap in human years." He smiled against me. I laughed.
"Good thing neither of us are human." He laughed a little, his arms around my waist.
"Oh, the things they'd say about us."