Shh Kira don’t go to sleep yet. Here have a story:

Tom rubbed his thumb against the curved line he drew. Just the right shading. It had to be the right shading. He would accept nothing less for Kira. 

She sat opposite himself, still smiling what she could. He didn’t blame her for not being able to. After the first ten minutes it does get tiring.

“Jewelry has always been my enemy.” Tom told her, squinting at her necklace. “The pendant is a lovely shade of emerald, but I wouldn’t hesitate to chuck it into the ocean.”

“No need to reenact the Titanic now.” She mocked. “If you like I could take it off.”

Tom rubbed his eye with the fingers of his hands that weren’t smudged with charcoal. “Oh too bad you weren’t naked for the drawing, we could have reenacted one scene.” he gently placed the paper beside him on the table. “We can take a break.” he told her, getting up to wash his hands in the small sink by the door.

Able to move after sitting still for 26 minutes? You’re right you’re going to want to stretch out.

Kira flexed her fingers, stretching up and out of her seat on the stool Tom had set up by the window. “Can I see the results?” she smiled.

“Sure.” Tom shut off the faucet. He grabbed the rag from off the back of his chair to dry his hands. “Can’t guarantee you’ll love it.”

She picked up the paper and gasped. “How do you expect me not to love it? I might even steal it for myself.” she mused.

Tom slanted his eyes. “You better not. That’s what I’m going to use to try and get into art school.” he stated proudly, balling the rag up and throwing into the sink.

“Uh-huh. And they’re going to send it back with a big, fat NO written across it.”

Tom placed one hand on the small of her back to pull her close, “Not if I manage to draw this necklace with great detail.” He touched it gingerly.

“Is that so? Maybe you shouldn’t have used charcoal then.” She laughed.

“Maybe you shouldn’t have suggested I use it.” He taunted.

“I thought the drawing was going to be for your wall! Not your submission for an art school!”

Tom stared at her and smiled, “Perhaps one day I’ll paint you for the wall…” His thumb ran across her cheek “I want to get this shading of your blush just right.”

“Oh just kiss me you fool.” She didn’t wait for him to take the step, she grabbed his collar and pulled him in for the kiss. His laughter obstructed by it. But he didn’t detest it. No. He lowered his hand to cup her face and pressed his body against hers. 

A whirring noise caught Kira’s ear. It continued for a couple of more seconds before seizing. The wind. It has to be the wind.

Tom led her to the small sofa against the wall. He pulled her on his lap, glad to kiss her neck. All while Kira was staring out the window. Her mind occupied with what that noise could have possibly been.

“Not in the mood?” Tom chuckled against her neck, pulling away to smile at her.

She shook her head “Uh - no. I mean yes! Sorry.”

“It’s perfectly fine.”

They continued to kiss. Unbeknownst to them outside stood the TARDIS, in all its blue glory. Its occupier breathing in the fresh air. “Nothing like visiting the past. Er, future. Their past, my future. Oh those spoilers…” he walked up to the shed and peered into the window. “They’re snogging? I should fix that.”

The Doctor knocked on the window, waving at the two. Kira immediately got off Tom, he hurriedly answered the door. “What - who are you? What do you want?”

He opened his mouth and looked down at himself. This was much harder to do.  Maybe he should wait until they met his future self. “Hello,” He slowly mustered up with a grin “I’m the Doctor.”

Tom slammed the door in his face. 

“Yes, well.” he fixed his bow tie “That was to be expected.” He opened the door and waltzed in. “Now wait one moment mister.”

“Is this your neighbor?” Kira blushed at being caught kissing.

“No! Can you please leave now?” Tom led him to the door.

“Hold it!” The Doctor erratically waved his arms to get Tom to stop “I need some paper.” He walked around and opened the third drawer.

“What - sir you need to leave.”

“Sir.” he repeated and glanced at Kira “That’s brilliant. You don’t get to hear that enough anymore.” he snatched a pencil off the table as Tom pushed him out “I’m going to remind myself to come at a later time and then you’ll see -“

Tom let out a breath “Unbelievable.” he questioned Kira’s look. “What?”

“Maybe you should have let him finish what he was talking about.” she coyly played with a pillow.

“Why?”

“I don’t think I’ve seen someone like him in a while,” She got up and went to the window “He’s kooky. He wears a bow tie.” She quietly listened Tom ramble on about how people just can’t walk into homes. Her eyes widened at the familiar noise. She thought her eyes were deceiving her view on the blue box. But it was fading in and out. “T-Tom.”

“What?” Tom looked over at her tapping on the glass. “What is it?” he stood next to her and stared at the empty back yard. “I don’t see anything.”

“B-but it was there.”

“Maybe you’re still reacting from the man coming in here.”

“No,” she shook her head “I didn’t even feel scared around that man. It’s the fact that something just disappeared as I stared at it!”

That night Kira thought back on what she saw, or didn’t see. She wasn’t sure if              it was all made up by her imagination. Tom was convinced the heat in the shed might have gotten to her. But she reminded him if it was really that hot then some of his stuff might have melted. That sent him into a tizzy.

Kira lifted the lid open, threw the garbage bag in and closed it. “Not my day…” she cursed at the unknown liquid dripping from a crack in the container. She grabbed the nearest rock and placed it by the crack. Content with her work, she headed towards the house.

Whirl. Whirl. Whirl.

Her fingers grasped the sides of her shirt as the noise gave her goosebumps. She was going through it again. This time instead of fading out, it was actually fading in until it seem to become solid before her eyes. 

Instead of the man with great hair she’d met earlier, curly red hair showed in what light the back porch dimmed upon them. He wore the same brown tweed jacket, dress shirt, bow tie, braces, boots, and rolled up trousers. If anything the clothes looked like they didn’t fit him in some places. So it surprised her at how easily he walked up to her grinning.

“You didn’t think I would forget about you, Kira.” He pulled out a torn up paper from his jacket. Carefully opening its worn out edges, he showed it to her. There read her address and the time. 

Kira checked her cellphone to compare the time. “You’re late.”

He wiggled his nose at her “We all can’t attend the Queen’s death and be here right after.”

“The Queen’s dead?”

“Not yet.” He quipped “But it’s going to be a beautiful ceremony.”

“Who are you?”

The question seem to spark something in his blue eyes. “I’m the Doctor.”

Part 2

The package gained weight and fell to the floor. No. Tom dropped the package onto the floor waiting for the mailman. The pressure to get into a good college was on. He was thankful for the stamps his mother bought. Though they had pictures of kittens, it was better than going out and buying them. 

All he needed was to send this in and wait for their answer. Would he or wouldn’t he able to attend their school?

“Huh?” He heard it before she came into view. The calls out for his name. But it didn’t sound panicky, rather, gleeful. His smile was broad in knowing she was up so early but that soon went away when he watched her run towards him with some right behind her. The closer they came, the more protective he became.

“Tom!” She stopped in front of him, suddenly giving lots of hand gestures and explaining too many things at once. The man next to her only added more to what she was saying and grinned.

“Whoa,” He waved at her to stop “What were you saying?” Honestly he was more distracting with how the man dressed vaguely the same as the man who had barged into his shed yesterday.

“I’m saying,” She yanked him out of his seated position “Pack up a bag, you’re coming with us.”

His package was left alone on the porch as Kira led him into the house. He was confused as hell but allowed himself to be led. “What do you mean?”

She turned around at the bottom of the stairs and cupped his face “I mean I just went on an adventure and was gone for a week. I came back to get you.”

He accepted her kiss greedily “You haven’t done drugs, right?”

“No. Not at all!” She grasped the man’s hand “This is the Doctor. He’s the same guy as before. He explained everything to me and it makes sense when you think about it.”

“You’re insane.” Tom declared.

“I’m not.” Kira pleaded “I came back to get you. The adventures would be more fun if you were with us.”

“That’s absurd.”

Kira peered around into the living room. “You wouldn’t want to leave me alone hanging with him, would you?” She could tell he was thinking about it. His expressions showed he was fighting with his better judgement.

“Just…don’t do anything rash.” he warned, backing up onto the stairs.

“I won’t.” she rolled her eyes.

“I was talking to him.” He winced as the framed picture broke from its fall to the ground.