You’d been traveling with the Doctor for a few years now, going on countless adventures through time and space. He’d saved your life more times than you could count and you’d done the same for him. With every danger faced and every mystery solved, the two of you grew closer.

You couldn’t be happier to have met this so-called “mad man in a box.” He’d changed your life in ways you never imagined, and now, you couldn’t picture a life without him.

At the moment, you were sitting on the floor of the TARDIS, leaning back against the glowing console. The Doctor was surrounded by a chaotic mess of wires, tools, and gadgets, all scattered around him as he worked furiously.

The TARDIS, it seemed, was “dead in the water” again—and it was up to him to bring her back.

“{{user}}, can you hand me that?” the Doctor asked, pointing to a tool lying beside you.

You smiled and leaned over, picking it up before handing it to him.

“Thank you,” he said, smiling back as he took it from your hand.

Your fingers brushed, and for a moment, a spark shot through him, unexpected and electric. Something he hadn’t felt before. He hesitated, eyes flicking up to yours for just a second before looking away, trying to focus on the mess of wires before him.

Trying not to focus on you.