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Watching Emilie react to the way her mother now looked was quite amusing to The Doctor. It was similar to each and every time she'd seen his various faces. Though, like she always did, Emilie handled it quite well. Smiling to her with perhaps just a hint of pride, he tilted his head as she asked him where her room had gotten off to.
"I'd kept it in the memory banks up until today. It's where you left it last. Off you pop." He'd thought for a moment to suggest she hunt a little harder and try to find out where his room was, but with the lack of time he spent in there and how it was more likely that Emilie needed a moment to herself in her own room, he decided now wasn't the best time.
So, he'd told her where to go, before focusing on take off. At the very least, he wanted to go off to space and they would decide where to go to after they'd both settled in a bit.
He was nearly bouncing with the excitement he felt for having Emilie back on board, where she belonged, with him.
Emilie guessed that he meant where she had left her room last with him. Truth be told, she had not used her room overly much with Ten. It helped keep up the pretense that she wasn't really staying and that he hadn't really taken up another companion.
"Thank you then," Emilie grinned briefly before disappearing down the hallway.
By the time she found her room, Emilie was grateful for the chance to catch her breath and just be alone for a moment. There were so many emotions running through her. There was lingering grief, if not the most necessary, over the confirmation that the Tenth Doctor had most certainly regenerated and was gone to her; there was tentative hope and excitement that the Eleventh appeared to still harbor feelings for her after all; there was elation that he had chosen to share so much with her. There was also fear, over whether this was the best decision for either of them, but with plenty of desire to pursue this course to counteract her worries just now.
It was rather silly, how many emotions she was carrying, so Emilie tried to blow them out in a sigh.
She was back, and she was home. More, because this was her Doctor. The very first person she ever saw, and maybe, if she was very lucky, he might be the last a lifetime from now.
Because how could she focus on anything but the positive? Especially when there was so very much positive! So much to be happy about.
The Doctor was aware of Emilie's arrangement with his previous self. After all, he'd lived it firsthand. Still though, it would be nice to let Emilie go settle in, it made things feel as permanent as he wanted them to be. Wanted was the keyword. He would protect Emilie with everything he had from the things that went bump in the night across the universe, with his last breath he would protect her.
Ah, such feelings. He hadn't felt them since the last time he'd been married. Or, well, the time before the last time he'd been married, he figured Asteroid Libra must've counted for something, drug induced kissing or no. Emilie counted the divorce, so The Doctor supposed he did as well.
Getting back together with your ex-wife, that was new too.
Oh, he was getting silly now. Flipping a switch, the TARDIS hummed to life. Since the remodel, things weren't sparking and exploding, she'd really pulled herself together lately. The Doctor rubbed the console a bit before saying.
She had flopped down on her bed shortly after entering the room, and Emilie spent several minutes laying there. Only, it was starting to get rather uncomfortable. Which was odd, seeing as Emilie remembered loving her bed.
Sitting up, the girl twisted around to find a suspiciously familiar key. Emilie was rather certain that if she bothered to check, it would be identical to her apartment key.
Emilie picked it up gingerly, a mixture of sorrow and amusement, before changing out of her lab gear and into something more comfortable - or at least more suited for running.
When Emilie made her way back into the console room, she took the opportunity to place the spare key in the Doctor's hand.
"John never could keep a hold of that, you know."
In some ways, she knew that it was a silly token. It wasn't as if they would be visiting the correct space-time to use that key very often at all, but it was more about the gesture for Emilie.
The Doctor had invited her back on board to stay, had made his home completely open.
It only seemed right for Emilie to reciprocate, even if the Doctor never again had the need or opportunity to use it.
When Emilie came back, The Doctor beamed in her direction. He'd expected she might take a little bit longer, but it appeared that she had come with a purpose.
Namely, giving him the spare key to her apartment. He remembered it from his time as the second John Smith, the young and forgetful veterinarian. Luckily, Emilie had been a bit more convincing to John Smith II than Martha had been to the first one.
Smiling a bit, he nodded as he folded his hand around the key, "Forgetfulness was one of the aspects of his personality I invented. Kept you a bit busy, didn't he?"
He pocketed the key, completely understanding why she had given it to him, "Thank you Emilie, I'll hang onto this. Hopefully a bit closer than John had." He pressed a big red button and then turned back to Emilie, "So you know, my room's position has changed since you'd last seen it." In the rare times that The Doctor would need his sixty minutes, his room was a bit necessary.
While Emilie might have suspected that John's forgetfulness had been a tad, shall we say, enhanced by the Doctor, his admission earned a raised eyebrow and a pointed look.
"Busy is an understatement. John was a fantastic man in many ways, but if he lived alone he would have become homeless in a matter of a day or so simply from forever misplacing the key."
Smiling a little anyway, she fell in by his side and just watched the Doctor manipulate the new TARDIS controls. His next words elicited a faint flush that Emilie fought away with a relaxing breath and another smile.
The Doctor smiled and nodded to Emilie as she told him what life had been like while she'd lived with his human persona. After all, The Doctor did remember it, watching from John's subconscious. It was quite an odd experience, being a subconsciousness.
He told Emilie that his room had been moved, she asked him if it was closer to the cocoa now. The Doctor faintly nodded, "Ehm, yes, yes it is." He tried hard not to blush or anything, but when conversations took this turn, he often couldn't help himself.
They'd simply taken off into space, The Doctor hadn't chosen anywhere in particular yet. More, he'd simply wanted to be somewhere with her that wasn't Earth.
He smiled a little bit before asking, "Would you like to make some?"
Seeing the Doctor's own reaction rather made Emilie feel better. At least she wasn't alone, and that rather made moving on to less sensitive topics a bit easier.
Her eyes fixed on the time rotor, watching the familiar pulsing in a rather unfamiliar backdrop. They were on their way, back out into the great unknown of the universe.
That never did get old.
Emilie turned back to the Doctor when he asked if she would like some hot chocolate, considering for a moment. Hot cocoa had become a comfort drink of sorts, a way of easing away fears and sadness, almost more than it was just a nice drink. And Emilie was happy.
At the same time, other emotions still lingered and moreover she was not the sort to say no to chocolate without good reason.
When she took him up on his offer, The Doctor leaned forward, placing his hands on Emilie's cheeks and pulling her in while he pressed his mouth onto her's. In all honesty, it had been some hundred odd years since he'd felt quite this, affectionate towards someone.
He'd certainly never initiated the first three kisses of a relationship in his life, Emilie brought that bit out of him for sure. The Doctor slowly pulled back and cracked a smile before heading towards the hall.
After he opened the door and turned back to Emilie, The Doctor watched her move about the new TARDIS console, "Come on then Emilie, time for Cocoa, Doctor style."
By Doctor style, he of course meant entirely too many marshmallows. Sure, spoiling himself was all well and good, but spoiling Emilie? There weren't many things he enjoyed more.
Emilie was accustomed to kissing the Doctor by now, but not this Doctor, and not until they had done something terribly foolish or silly or after her skinny love had a particular terrible day and just needed the comfort. Kissing her Thief was new. She hadn't done that in years upon years. Emilie had never really mastered the concept of a calendar well enough to know just how many, be it five or five hundred, but it felt like lifetimes ago.
That wasn't to say Emilie was not more than willing to kiss him back.
Smiling, Emilie laughed a little at the Doctor's description of hot chocolate 'Doctor Style'. They were likely to end up in a marshmallow fight if that was his plan, but hey.
The Doctor found Emilie's hand and off they went. One of the simple pleasure's of his life was grabbing someone's hand and dragging them along on whatever journey he was planning, be it running away from attacking Daleks in the Tower of London, or running from the console to the kitchen.
They arrived in the room, now sleek and silver, the various cabinets marked by High Gallifreyan writings, The Doctor began to bounce around, collecting the proper ingredients like it was the most exciting thing he'd ever done.
"You know, it's been forever since I even used the kitchen. It just didn't seem right to without anyone around." He was rambling, just a bit, because he wanted keep her distracted while he reached into a cabinet.
And then tossed a handful of mini-marshmallows at Emilie casually.
Letting the Doctor take the lead, Emilie chuckled a little. The new look for the TARDIS stretched beyond the console room, even to the kitchen, where amusing signs were now present including a cabinet labeled ‘Mystery’ and another ‘Necessities’. The latter, Emilie was entertained to note, was where the chocolate was stored.
“You’ve just been eating take out? Or those food pill things of yours?”
Emilie grimaced a little at that. They were useful, of course, but a home cooked meal was much more enjoyable. Even a peanut butter and jelly sandwich had more pizzazz than a nutrient pill.
Then he was throwing marshmallows at her face, and Emilie immediately tried to catch them in her mouth. She was partially successful, two hit her jawbone and she managed to nab them from there. Of the rest, one ended up in her hair and the rest on the floor.
"Haven't needed to cook, been knocking about on my own for a bit," The Doctor answered honestly. He'd been getting himself into all sorts of trouble lately, so there wasn't quite time to fit full course meals into things as well. The Doctor had other things to do!
Besides, eating alone, not exactly a favorite activity of his.
So, he tossed some marshmallows at Emilie, it seemed like a good idea at the moment, not only because it changed the subject, but he'd been planning on that for ages.
Picking up a single one after Emilie warned him, The Doctor returned to her, a daring smirk as he gave it a light toss at her nose.
"What are you going to do about it Emilie Gunnar?"
Emilie tossed her hair out of her face, jokingly dramatic.
What are you going to do about it, Emilie Gunnar.
"That's Lady Emiliegunnar, I'll have you know."
She was joking, mostly, having gone by both for an equally long stretch.
Emilie stepped right up next to him with a challenging smile. "Perhaps something like..." a swift snag of the marshmallow bag later and she called out cheerfully, "this."
Immensely pleased with herself, Emilie kissed the Doctor's cheek before skipping to the other counter and perching herself there and immediately snacking on another marshmallow.
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