Still. (Tenth Doctor)

Her legs dangled from the tree's branches as she gazed down at the Doctor. His eyes glistened their deep brown and he grasped the branches nearby, his heartbeats hammering in his chest as he looked into her dilated eyes. There was only quiet in their willow, quiet and stillness. Because that's how they liked it, no aliens nor running nor rescuing nor burdens. He didn't have to save anyone when it was truly still, just them. Them in their quiet little tree.

(This book is also on Quotev, published by me.)