Bedroom Hymns (Fitz)

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Fitz had been tempted to tell her that the Doctor had more style in his pinky when it came to the TARDIS, but Fitz wasn’t about to run the risk of offending her and losing whatever opportunity she was presenting him… both carnal and in regards to returning him to the Doctor. When she casually mentioned not bringing home “lost companions” often, he stiffened a little as he followed her. He was the Doctor’s companion, wasn’t he? He wondered, briefly, if that’s all he was to the Doctor. A companion.

He was completely innocent. Fitz had been quite content simply to sip his tea and get on with the pleasantries until they made their way back into her bedroom. The Goddess, however, seemed to have very different plans. He let out an undignified yelp when the scorching drink spilled on his chest. He let go of the cup and let it clatter to the ground. “Shit,” he muttered, beginning to bend down to pick up the cup and find something to wipe up the mess with. The Goddess gasped, and suddenly Fitz realized that the bird had meant to make him spill the drink.

She pushed his jacket off, and Fitz’s lips twitched into a small smile as she pushed his shirt up. He peeled it off him, the tea already beginning to cool against his chest. There was still an angry-looking red mark on his chest from where the tea had burnt him. His fingers curled in her hair she kissed her way up his chest. He felt tempted to move her head back down south, but Fitz had the patience of a saint. She certainly wasn’t the shy type, he pondered as she led him to the table. Good, because he wasn’t the ‘holding back’ type.

“Well?... Don’t just undress me with your eyes, Fitz,” she challenged. He smirked as she began to play with his jeans with her toes. “Or shall I have to help you with as well?”[/b] she asked. Fitz smiled and lifted her leg, kissing the bottom of her foot. He pressed against the table, swiftly undoing the only two remaining buttons on Taryn’s destroyed shirt. He slipped it off her and grazed his teeth against her shoulders as he undid the clasp of her bra with practiced ease. His hand slid under the skirt.

His free hand gripped her hip as he trailed his kisses back to her ear. “No,” he answered, the hand in her skirt gently quickening its pace. “I’d say that I can manage your clothes myself,” he smirked, moving his hand from her skirt to grip her other hip. He pushed her back on the table as he began to kiss down her body, his fingers clutching her tightly. His lips covered each part of her until he reached the top of her skirt. He pulled her towards him as he crouched down, kissing her inner thigh.

Fitz smiled innocently as he pulled her skirt and underwear down, tossing them towards his jacket. “You’re lucky I’m feeling generous,” he told her, kissing her ankles as he took the remaining boot off. “You burned me something awful,” he murmured, snaking his way between her legs once more. His fingers teased her, and he looked up at her, his face flushed and the smirk on his lips a little smug as his tongue replaced his finger. His hands stroked her hips as he continued.

To make a very long – and more than a little inappropriate – story short, Fitz made good use of tongue, fingers, and other… ahem… endowments. Fitz liked to see women squirm and the Goddess was certainly no exception – in fact, if anything, the Goddess’ cool demeanor made Fitz that much more determined. Fitz sighed and trailed his fingers over her body. “You still owe me that cup of tea.”[/size]

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Taryn could only smirk as the piping hot tea spilled down his chest and grinned at his adorable yelp. Quickly did away with the top portion of his garments and found her lips locking onto his before playfully biting them and dragging him to the table by his bottom lip. She coyly questioned his capability to finish what she'd started as her foot gently teased at the front of his jeans and she laid back against the table as a form of open invitation.

The moment his hand went to clutch her hip, she let out a delighted sigh as her hips rolled, pitched, and squirmed in his grip. That coy smile remained ever present but inside her mind she was crying out in pleasure as his hands wandered and explored. It was taking an amazing amount of willpower to not flood the man's brain with every little thought that entered her mind. But as he tugged the last of her garments away, her lips twitched, trying to maintain their smile. She hadn't meant to, but one thought had managed to slip through as she purred softly under his caresses. 'I.. I havent known a man's touch in so long.. and certainly not in this life'

Taryn rolled her had back with a shuddered sigh. “Easy there, Bright Eyes.. This body is brand new.. How about we break it in gently, yes?”. “You’re lucky I’m feeling generous,” he told her, kissing up her leg. “You burned me something awful,” he murmured, snaking his way between her legs once more. Her fingers curled tightly into his hair, feeling her toes curl in delight. His diligent pursuit to make her squirm and whimper had her back arching, rolling hips against his lips before he finally decided to take the final plunge.

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Once it was over, Taryn still held Fitz tightly against her, her fingers curled into the flesh of his back as she held him tightly against her. They were both covered in a light sheen of sweat and Taryn shivered as the chill of the room crept up on her. She kissed his lips once more, tongue pressing past his teeth to explore his mouth before finally uncoiling and letting him go, albeit, quite reluctantly. “You still owe me that cup of tea.” She smirked, her fingers trailing the bare flesh of his chest. “Mmm. That I do. I apologize for the... distraction”

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He smiled down at her, resting his forehead against hers. Her fingers were curled against his skin. Fitz sighed against her lips, running his fingers down her body again teasingly. His hand rested on her hip, remembering the pleasured gasp she’d given earlier when he’d grabbed her hips. They were pressed so tightly that he could feel her shiver from the cool. He smirked, his hands still exploring her body again. She was quite beautiful – and, well, she had been a virgin. Fitz’s fingers drifted from her chest to her neck. She drew him into another kiss and Fitz returned it.

Fitz pushed the table, gently trying to untangle himself from her. She let him go and Fitz stood, pulling her into a sitting position. “You still owe me that cup of tea,” he reminded her. She smirked at him and trailed her fingers down his chest. It was still bright red from the tea’s burn. He leaned over her, letting his lips trail across her neck as his fingers went through her hair. He couldn’t quite bring himself to look into her eyes – they were a beautiful shade of blue, but they were eerily similar to the Doctor’s, and the thought both pleased and disgusted him.

“Mmm. That I do,”[/i][/color] Taryn said. He chuckled, his teeth grazing her neck gently. “I apologize for the… distraction,”[/b][/i] she told him. He rolled his eyes and kissed his way up to her mouth.

“Don’t,” he murmured against her lips. “It’s partly my fault for being so ruggedly handsome that you couldn’t help but want my body.” He winked at her and grabbed her hips, giving them a playful squeeze before lifting her from the table to the floor. “Many a person’s tried to deny their overwhelming lust for Fitz Kreiner – Intergalactic Man of Virility and Mystery, but… only a few have been successful. You really mustn’t blame yourself.”[/size]

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 “I apologize for the… distraction,” she told him. And she sighed softly as his lips trailed from the curve of her neck back to her lips, her fingers curling into his hair again. Despite the fact that Fitz could be a tad chauvinistic, Taryn found that she quite liked him. From his thin wiry build, short lightly curled hair, and those amazing silvery bright eyes. Especially his Bright Eyes. She smiled a bit as she mused over her little pet name for him.

“Don’t,” he murmured against her lips, and Taryn couldnt help but smirk against his lips. “It’s partly my fault for being so ruggedly handsome that you couldn’t help but want my body.” When his hands when to squeeze her hips she writhed against him with a light gasp. He certainly seemed to enjoy exploiting to sensitive points on her body. That was hardly fair, She decided to make a point to discover his and exact her revenge at some point. “Many a person’s tried to deny their overwhelming lust for Fitz Kreiner – Intergalactic Man of Virility and Mystery, but… only a few have been successful. You really mustn’t blame yourself.”

“Ah” she replied softly as she stood against him, trailing her fingers down his abdomen. “So.. I'm just another notch in your belt...” She smirked softly before grazing her teeth against his jaw line. She then gently placed her hands on his bare hips to move around him and bent down to collect the pile of clothing from the floor.“Well.. There's still fresh tea on the stove” She moved back to him and leaned up to kiss his neck and jaw before her teeth gently found his bottom lip once more and let her teeth pull that lip gently before stepping away from him.

“I'm going to get a fresh change of clothes, and then we'll see about getting you back to your Doctor” and with that, left him there in the kitchen. With nothing. She had mischievously collected all the clothing. She figured it was all in need of a good washing. She entered her room and dropped the clothes by the door and opened her wardrobe. And then there was a long pause before she called out. “Fitz? Did you happen to touch the console?”

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“Ah,” Taryn replied, trailing her fingers down his abdomen. He felt another stirring in his groin as her hand drew close to his navel. He brushed off the feeling with another smirk as he watched her, his fingers pressing into her hips again playfully. He quite enjoyed derailing people - when he’d learned that backrubs turned the Doctor into a purring pile of mush, he’d sometimes sneak behind the man and rub his shoulders. He’d stopped when the Doctor had made a particularly orgasmic sound, and Fitz could never bring himself to so much as look at the Doctor’s back without getting embarrassed and blushing. Realizing that he was once again thinking about the Time Lord while touching the beautiful Goddess, he let go of her and bit his lip guiltily.

Great. And when did he develop a conscience, eh? “So… I’m just another notch in your belt…” He looked away from her, feeling the good ole Kreiner guilt kicking him in the stomach like a horse. She grazed her teeth on his jaw and normally he would have pinned her down and demanded seconds had he not wanted to crawl into a hole. It was very confusing to be thinking of a bloke while looking at a beautiful and naked woman. Especially if the bloke was the Doctor. “Well… There’s still fresh tea on the stove,” she pointed out, putting her hands on his hips to move around him. She leaned up to kiss his neck and he smiled, kissing her temple.

Her lips traveled northward to his own. “That’s true,” he said, returning her kiss chastely. “Not sure if I trust your tea. It tends to scald my chest,” he replied.

“I’m going to get a fresh change of clothes, and then we’ll see about getting you back to your Doctor,” Taryn said, taking her (and his) clothes.

“Thank you, Taryn,” Fitz said, unsure if she could hear him from where he was. He sighed and then realized that she’d gone off with his clothes. He huffed and followed her. He did appreciate all of this – the tea, the friendly conversation, and even the sex (although he’d learned not to thank women for that. He’d gotten slapped enough). And she was volunteering to take him home. And the faster he got back to his Doctor, the sooner he could be assured that the Time Lord wasn’t dead from some amnesiac silly stunt.

He blinked, annoyed again with himself. Why were his thoughts always revolving around the Doctor? It was indicative of some psychological disease, he was sure. He was his mother’s child, after all. “Fitz? Did you happen to touch the console?”

Fitz entered her room. “No,” he lied sheepishly. “Well… maybe I poked it. Why? Did I break something? The Doctor will know how to fix it...” he said, peeking over her shoulder. And, to his horror, saw the Doctor’s clothes. His face lit up in a bright blush and he looked away. “Sorry. I just… I, um.. I didn’t mean to. I don’t know why… I’m always… I just…” he cleared his throat, embarrassed. How was he supposed to explain his captivation for the Time Lord without sounding like he was in love? “I’m not,” he argued out loud before realizing that she could only hear one side of his mental battle. “I just… um… I’m sorry…”

Well, if she wore his clothes, he wouldn’t be able to look at her. He leaned over her and pulled out one of the outfits, pulling it on himself silently. “You know what he’d say if he saw me dressed like this?” Fitz said, and deepened his voice and tried to make it sound as silky as the Doctor’s cravat, “‘Fitz,’ he’d say, ‘I’m flattered, but you really must develop your own style.’ He’s got an ego the size of his TARDIS. Bloody Doctor…”

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"Fitz? Did you happen to touch the console?"

She stood there staring into her closet, with a thin black brow arched at the contents. She heard Fitz come up behind her. “No,” he lied sheepishly. “Well… maybe I poked it. Why? Did I break something? The Doctor will know how to fix it...” he said, peeking over her shoulder. and she could hear him shift uncomfortably behind her. It made her smirk slightly.. “Sorry. I just… I, um.. I didn’t mean to. I don’t know why… I’m always… I just…” he cleared his throat and Taryn turned to look at him. smirking that the boy was still quite naked and very near to pressing against her as he leaned to look into the closet. “You know Fitz. You don’t have to be so-”

 “I’m not,” he suddenly barked out and Taryn arched a brow at him. Not sure if he was snapping at her or it this was some mental battle going on in his head.. Did she just lay a lunatic? Brilliant.  “I just… um… I’m sorry…”

“Don't be daft, Fitz. You've nothing to apologize for for. You're only human, after all. I think that's what I like about you so much.” She turned to face him, with a coy wink as she looked up at him. He wasn't much taller than she was but she still had to crane her head slightly “Fascinating creatures, Humans.. Seriously misunderstood and sorely under appreciated.” she remarked walking her fingers up his chest before laying her hand over the scald mark. She splayed her fingers there for a moment, feeling only his most surface emotions, just then as she was trying very hard not to poke about in his brain although she was very curious as to what the Bright Eyed Doctor's companion was thinking. And she could sense the slight discomfort of her touching his chest. It was quite tender. She leaned in to press her lips against the scald and murmured against his flesh. “Do you forgive me, Fitz, love?”

She wasn't about to fiddle with the clothes because they were obviously not meant for a woman. She watched Fitz curiously as he took the frock coat from closet and held it to him. “ You know what he’d say if he saw me dressed like this?” Fitz said, and deepened his voice and tried to make it sound as silky as the Doctor’s cravat, “‘Fitz,’ he’d say, ‘I’m flattered, but you really must develop your own style.’ He’s got an ego the size of his TARDIS. Bloody Doctor…” Taryn covered her mouth to stifle the chuckle that came as she looked up at him.

“Well, Your ego isn't exactly miniscule, either, Fitz..... Among other things.” Her nose colored slightly as she offered the complimentary innuendo and made her way over to her bed. The room was rather elegant, unlike the rest of the TARDIS. Her room was distinctly Georgian. It had the subtle hints of Victorian still lingering but with a slightly more modern feel to it. The furniture was less rounded and plush and slightly more angular and straight. She pulled down the covers of a rather massive dark oak four poster bed to claim a single dark burgundy red sheet and wrapped it around her. She had done so in such a manner, it hardly resembled a sheet anymore but more to the effect of a Greek noble woman's toga. Draped as she was, she really seemed to personify her namesake. A Goddess.

She smiled at Fitz, her eyes traveling him for a moment. It seemed almost cruel to make him stand there in his birthday suit, but no one had ever accused Taryn of being kind. But she supposed she could make an exception this once. She tugged off another bit of sheet and walked up to him, gently taking the frock coat from him and gingerly placing it back on the hanger and returning it to the closet. She then wrapped her arms around him, kissing his adams apple before wrapping his hips in the soft silken sheet.

“Right then.. I think we need to do a little redecorating. Follow me.” she beckoned with her thin finger as she made her way out of her warm and darkly colored room back into the sterile white of the control room. She stood at the console and patted it gently “Here.. I'll show you how it works.. It's a hybrid TARDIS. The only one of it's kind. She operates purely off of psychic and emotional link.” She placed her hands on the simple glass-like spheres and closed her eyes, waiting calmly for Fitz to follow her example.

“There we go.. It can be a little disorienting at first. You may lose track of which thoughts are yours and which are mine.” she warned gently. “What I need you to do is put a clear picture in your mind of how you want the control room to look. I'll help you along, if you need”

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“Don’t be daft, Fitz. You’ve nothing to apologize for. You’re only human, after all. I think that’s what I like about you so much.” Fitz looked down at her contemplatively. It still felt foreign to Fitz that she and the Doctor were aliens. He held the clothes up to his chest. They were a very comforting reminder of the Doctor, and he kept them tight in his grasp as she walked her fingers up his chest talking about under appreciated humans. He nodded, quietly, verging on not listening to her as he watched her fingers. He was grateful that Taryn didn’t seem to be in a rush to put on the Doctor’s clothes.

“Yeah, well,” Fitz said, giving her as much of a nonchalant shrug as she was going to get from him in the middle of an emotionally turbulent inner battle. “Humans are used to being the cock-ups of the universe. I am, at least.” He twitched as her fingers ran over the scald mark, sucking in his breath through his teeth. “But that’s just me, ain’t it? Fitz Kreiner – Underappreciated Intergalactic Misunderstood Man of Mystery,” he grinned at her uneasily as she splayed her fingers on his chest.

He was used to the Doctor poking around in his head. At first the Time Lord’s nosiness was a point of contention, but recently Fitz figured it at least saved him the dignity of admitting when something was wrong. The Doctor just… knew. And if there was something – some thought – that Fitz didn’t want exposed, he’d slam that mental door shut and the Doctor would normally never pry. Fitz watched Taryn and put his fingers over her own. She pressed a kiss to the scald and asked for his forgiveness. His cheeks flamed as she called him ‘love’. “Flattery will get you nowhere,” Fitz said, although it was a bit of a lie as he lived for compliments. He never received them much. “But yeah. I forgive you. Should we have make-up sex now?” he teased.

Although, really, if there was ever a time that sex wasn’t on his mind – especially with a beautiful naked women kissing his chest and calling him ‘love’ – it was now. They were surrounded by the Doctor’s clothes and he was still clutching the frock coat in his hands like a lifeline. And it was silly, but Fitz felt like a traitor. While the Doctor was off – maybe in trouble – without his memories, without Sam and without him, he was wrapped in the arms of a Time Lady who was enamored with his humanness. It seemed like a bad radio drama his mum would listen to – a tale of a star-crossed lover’s triangle.

Well, except they weren’t lovers. Fitz cleared his throat and stepped away from her. He couldn’t bring himself to put on the coat, which made him feel silly all over again, but he stared down at it. It was just a coat. It wasn’t like it was the Doctor’s, it just… looked like it. And Fitz wondered how much he had actually been studying the Doctor to replicate his wardrobe exactly. He sighed and tried to diffuse the tension by imitating the Doctor. He looked up at her, a smirk on his lips as he watched her cover her mouth. “Bloody Doctor,” he repeated with annoyed fondness.

“Well, Your ego isn’t exactly miniscule, either, Fitz…” she pointed out. Fitz shrugged a shoulder.

“I was a good boy until he corrupted me,” Fitz replied innocently.

“Among other things,” Taryn finished, her nose coloring. Fitz looked at her, a corner of his lips twitching into a smirk as he arched a brow.

“Good to know you’re a fan,” he returned politely, watching as she walked over to the bed. He tilted his head. “Bit early for round two, isn’t it?” he teased, watching as she wrapped herself up in a dark red sheet. She took another sheet off the bed and crossed over to him. She put her hand on the frock coat and Fitz looked down at it, not wanting to let it go. He released it from his grasp and she put it back on the hanger. “I ‘m sorry about that. I didn’t mean to,” he repeated awkwardly.

She wrapped her arms around him and he put his hands on her waist, making a small noise in the back of his throat as she kissed his Adam’s apple. When her lips left his throat, she wrapped the sheet around his hips. “You’re beautiful,” he said, smiling at her and patting her cheek fondly.

“Right then… I think we need to do a little redecorating. Follow me.” They walked back to the control room, and he looked sheepishly at the circular orbs. “Here… I’ll show you how it works. It’s a hybrid TARDIS. The only one of it’s kind. She operates purely off of psychic and emotional link.”

He wasn’t sure that he liked the implications that he was obsessed with the Doctor’s clothes on a psychic and emotional level. Great. He made a silent vow that the Doctor would never find out about this. He’d never live it down. He put his hands on the spheres and closed his eyes like Taryn. “Er… now what?” he asked, trying to keep his thoughts determinedly from turning to the Doctor.

“There we go… it can be a little disorienting at first. You may lose track of which thoughts are yours and which are mine. What I need you to do is put a clear picture in your mind of how you want the control room to look. I’ll help you along, if you need.”

A clear picture of the console room. That was easy. He focused on his mental map of the Doctor’s control room. It was home to him – much more than his little flat in Archway. He took his hands off the spheres and opened his eyes a little nervously, unsure what other embarrassing things his subconscious was going to put in the control room. But it was just a nearly exact carbon copy of the Doctor’s. He smiled and looked at Taryn. “It’s his.”

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Taryn watched as he placed his hands uncertaily on the console. She coulodnt help but smile. She didn’t want to admit it to herself but she found she was actually rather taken with this man. But.. She took a deep breath and looked away from him. It needed to stop. What would happen if she came to care too deeply when she managed to find The Doctor? She didn’t want to think about it. But that was just the trouble with it. She couldnt help but think about it.. Because it was already to late to tell herself that he just some lost companion. It was always the broken and lonely ones that pulled at her hearts. And that wasn't to say that she didn’t care for him for other reasons. He was a fairly good looking man, and while his bravery may not have been that of a lion, she could see a survivor in him.

The Time Lady ran a finger through her hair before she placed her own hands on the console to guide him, should he need it. She was rather surprised and how well he seemed to handle the sudden interference into his mind. Not just her thoughts but the sentient thoughts of the ship. Most people found the experience disorienting and dizzying and with withdraw their hands. Nate had when she tried to teach him to help her pilot. He'd complained that it was hard enough with everything going on in his mind, he didn’t need hers and a TARDIS doing it as well.. The man had such a temper. Other than his rugged good looks and those amazing green eyes, she wondered just what it was she saw in the Cop. Then she remembered.. His sadness. It was his sadness that always drew her to him.

Taryn scolded herself. Both she and Fitz were connected at the moment and she was relatively certain the last thing he wanted to hear about is her habit of pitying humans. Her cheeks flushed, not sure if he'd picked up on those thoughts or not. “Sorry.. Been a while since I've shared control..” she replied a bit lamely. She realized as their thoughts began to swirl and meld together into one confusing and muddled thought, The Doctor was like her. He could pry into the mind by touch. So Fitz was obviously quite used to this sensation. As he focused, she could see what he saw.

A clear picture of the console room. The walls glowed and hummed as panels began to shift and contract. Even her console began to change under her hands. It still responded to touch and thought but now there were all sorts of whimsical knobs and levers that she had no idea what to do with. Would she need these to pilot? Oh she certainly hoped not, because if so, she would most likely end up relying heavily on Fitz to help her since he was changing her TARDIS into something he was familiar with. “It’s his.”

Taryn smiled a little uncertainly as she looked down at the console and to the room itself. It was a great deal larger than she had anticipated it to become and looked like an old Victorian Manor. Even the old Gramophone set beside a highback winged chair with a little end table. On the table was an old book titled “The Time Machine”. She smirked at him and nodded approvingly at the new surroundings. “Much more cozy. Also.. When you were redesigning this, I took on the slightly more difficult task of redesigning the rest of the TARDIS.. You have.. a very clear memory of it. I'm surprised.. How long have you been traveling with the doctor?” she asked, softly, tilting her head gently to the side,

The next step was going to be the hard part. Actually finding The Doctor. It was the most dominant emotion in the man's thoughts when they had been connected through the Console. You could say, it was a tad more intimate than the sex. It wasn't often she delved that deeply into someone's mind. Fitz missed him. It was a painful a feverish loss that seemed to burn at Fitz core. Taryn understood that feeling. She felt it every time she thought of her lost daughter. She came around the console and wrapped her arms tightly around him and gently kissed his forehead as she gently pulled his head down to her height. “We'll find him, Fitz.. I promise you that. We're going to find him”

Of course they would.. Because The Goddess kept her promises. But deep in the back of her mind, lingering like the threat of tears, she didn't want to return him. She would be alone again. She buried her face against his neck. “No matter how long it takes... We'll find him, My lo-” She froze and shut her eyes. No.. She couldnt let her feelings get in the way. Fitz was not her companion. He was not some lost pet. And he was not hers to love. “My Lost little friend” she covered before looking back up at him with a smile

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Fitz’s eyes landed on the replica of The Time Machine. It was a small detail, but one that made his cheeks burn slightly. Whether he wanted to admit it or not, it was an intimate memory of his Doctor. There would be times when the Doctor wouldn’t feel so hot – mentally, more than physically Fitz suspected – and neither he nor Sam nor all the king’s horses or men could get a peep out of the chatty Time Lord. So Fitz would plop down next to the Doctor on the floor and strum songs while the Doctor read silently. Fitz looked away, feeling caged and homesick. This resembled the TARDIS, but it wasn’t home without the Doctor bumbling about.

“Much more cozy,” Taryn stated, smirking at him. Fitz shrugged blandly and looked at his shoes, not sure whether he should admit to being helplessly fascinated with the enigmatic man. “Also… when you were redesigning this, I took on the slightly more difficult task of redesigning the rest of the TARDIS…” Fitz finally looked back at her pensively. He didn’t want to mention that he’d felt their minds connect – he’d seen brief glimpses of her thoughts (a tall man and a child) and she had most likely seen his.

“Yeah, that’s good. I could barely manage this room without mucking it up,” Fitz said, looking around awkwardly.

She tilted her head to the side, regarding him curiously. “You have… a very clear memory of it. I’m surprised… How long have you been traveling with the Doctor?” she asked. He swallowed hard, wondering why that felt like such a loaded question. He wondered if his uncertainties had displayed in his mind. A very clear memory of the TARDIS… it was his home. It was much more of a home than he’d ever had on Earth. More than the little apartment in Archway, more than the care he’d been put in as a child, more than anything he’d known.

How long?

“A year,” he replied finally, meeting her gaze. “But it seems longer, like my entire life was… was just waiting for him.” That felt a bit pathetic, and it sounded even worse when actually spoken. “When I first met him, I was working at a flower shop. It was just a job. Fitz Fortune didn’t pay the utility,” he said, scoffing. He loved performing at Molly’s, but she hardly paid him well enough for him to not work anymore. “And this man with the saddest eyes you could imagine, he comes up to me and he says, I’d like this begonia.” Fitz gestured with his hands a sign of exaggeration.

He rubbed his forehead, agitated. “And it’s dead. The flower’s dying and it’s a sad sight. So I tell him, and he says… he says, I know. I intend to rescue it,” he told her, the bright gray eyes staring into her fiercely. He was on the verge tears and dammit he knew that he would be, but he missed the Doctor. He cleared his throat, determined not to cry in front of the Time Lady. “And maybe this sounds stupid, but I think… I think he knew. I think he knew how….” Come on, Fitzie, just spit it out, he hissed inwardly.

How he’d been waiting to die? How he had given up on his Act Two? How he’d wanted something to end the tedium? “He wasn’t talking about the begonia. He didn’t save the begonia. My entire life was spent waiting. I didn’t know what for, but I knew something was missing,” Fitz said, his voice cracking with emotion at the end. Any other circumstance, he’d claim it was the alcohol drying his throat. Maybe later he would. “Him. He was missing. And now he’s gone, and I can’t find him, and I don’t know how…” he trailed off, taking a deep breath before he hyperventilated.

Shut up, Fitzie.

He didn’t need the Doctor. He’d survived plenty times on his own without the bloke. Sam was the one who clung fiercely to the man in the frock coat. He took another shuddering breath, preparing to launch into a ramble about how she needs to disregard everything except that he’d spent a year aboard the TARDIS. Thankfully the Goddess interrupted him before he could make a bigger full out of himself. She wrapped her arms around him tightly and he leaned into her, trying to pretend he didn’t desperately need the hug. She kissed his forehead and he rested his head against her shoulder. “We’ll find him, Fitz… I promise you that. We’re going to find him.”

She nestled her face against his neck and he smiled against her. It’d been a long time since he’d just held someone and it felt… well, it felt nice. “No matter how long it takes… We’ll find him, My lo—” ve. He felt her freeze against him and he hugged her tighter, running his fingers through the soft dark hair. “My Lost little friend.”

He smiled down at her as she looked up at him. He kissed the edge of her mouth gratefully. “This means more to me than you know,” he said quietly, earnestly. It was a rare moment of sincerity for the man, so Taryn damn well better appreciate it because it wasn’t likely to happen ago. He pulled away and ruffled her hair. “So let’s do some technobabble! Right? Like is there a Doctor-finder you can use?”

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“This means more to me than you know,” Fitz murmured softly and Taryn could only smile at this. Oh.. She had a pretty good idea. If someone went this far to help her find Yvie, she would certainly be eternally in their debt. She looked up at him with a smirk and rolled her eyes when he ruffled her hair. “So let’s do some technobabble! Right? Like is there a Doctor-finder you can use?” He really was quite adorable.

'Well.. If I had something of his, it would greatly simplify my search. You see, is complicated to trace a Time Lord. Always bounding about through time and space, All those whens and wheres tend to get a bit mucked up. BUT.. I could always try a D.N.A. Trace.” she paused, tapping her chin, thoughtfully as she pondered how this was going to work out. “But.. there's even a problem with that.. Even if a Time Lord regenerates, while the outward structure greatly changes, the simplest DNA coding remains absolute. so.. There's no telling WHICH Doctor we'll run into. “

She bit her lips as she started down at the redesigned console. She wished her brother was here at the moment. Even though it was her TARDIS, Whisper was the better pilot. She thought rather bitterly that perhaps her TARDIS liked him better. She signed and finally offered a wink to Fitz with those pale hazel blue eyes. “But I suppose that's half the adventure, right? Well! As The Doctor used to tell me.. ALLONS-Y!” she she flipped a random lever. The Console was suddenly alight, the bright blue corellium center pistoning to generate power to send the TARDIS on it's way.

She grabbed the console railing with a rather excited gleam in her eyes, her other hand suddenly clutching to Fitz's as she grinned. This was, perhaps, the most exciting part of being a time lord, never knowing where or when you'd be whisked away to. She could fuss with the DNA trace later if their Doctor Hunt proved futile.

The only Doctor she'd ever met was his tenth incarnation. Tall, hyper skinny man with fantastic hair that had a mind of it's own. Not the same Doctor she'd seen in his mind, but he was still The Doctor. She looked, bewildered at the other controls that were now part of her console.

“What.. do I do with these? What's this one do, I wonder?” As she flipped it, the TARDIS made a high whining sound. A sound that only Fitz would be all to comfortable with. The 'Parking Brake' . “Oohkay! Nope!!“ and she reached to flip it back, not sure why her TARDIS was making that noise.

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“Well… If I had something of his, it would greatly simplify my search. You see, it’s complicated to trace a Time Lord,” she explained. Fitz nodded, pretending like he knew what she was talking about. Surely he had to have something of the Doctor’s. They’d been palling around for a while. Where had he tossed his jacket? Didn’t he have something? “Always bounding about through time and space, all those whens and wheres tend to get a bit mucked up.” Now that he could understand. He remembered on Vega when the Doctor had shown him the picture of the man in the long scarf. Of himself – but a different Doctor. “There’s no telling WHICH Doctor we’ll run into.”

Fitz felt an icy grip of protectiveness run through his veins. Obviously the Doctor had died before. He didn’t like to think about that – he didn’t like to think about his Doctor in trouble, much less dying. And what if they met a future version of the Doctor? What if the Doctor didn’t have him? Didn’t that mean that at some point in the future he got separated permanently from the Doctor? Or what if this was his permanent separation? He fingered the sheet wrapped around him nervously, the worst case scenarios twirling around in his head.

“But I suppose that’s half the adventure, right?”

“The adventure…” Fitz repeated, sounding decisively less excited about this ordeal than she did. “Yeah, that’s what the Doctor would always say.”

“Well! As The Doctor used to tell me… ALLONS-Y!”

The back of his neck heated as she shouted the French while flipping levers. The Doctor had called him out on his inability to speak the language when they’d first met. “Allons-y,” he repeated, dully. He watched as the blue center did its little gyration thing except… Fitz looked around, bemused. “It’s broken,” he declared, poking the TARDIS with a frown. “Are we moving? The thing is moving, but… it’s broken!” he insisted.

“What… do I do with these? What’s this one I do, I wonder?”

Fitz shrugged and looked at the lever with her. He distinctly remembered that lever always being on in the TARDIS. He doubted even the Doctor knew what it did. As she pushed it, he brightened immediately. That was it! That was the noise that had been missing!

“Oohkay! Nope!!”

Fitz flailed indignantly and pushed the lever back up. “No! It’s supposed to make that noise, Taryn! The… vworp vworp!” he said, trying to mimic it. He slid between the console and her, blocking the lever protectively. “It’s supposed to make that noise,” he repeated. He looked anxiously towards the doors. He wasn’t exactly keen on leaving the woman, but the distraught of leaving her would be overshadowed by the joy of the Doctor.

“You think he still remembers me?”

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“No! It’s supposed to make that noise, Taryn! The… vworp vworp!”

Taryn arched a thin black brow at him and eyed him rather skeptically with those pale blue eyes. “No.. It's clearly not. It's never made that noise before, Fitz!” and she reached to try and grab the lever and switch it off, but Fitz seemed to be guarding it. “Fitz! Move!” she insisted as she tired to maneuver around him. She finally huffed and pressed against him, her arms reaching around him as she tried to grab at the control lever. “Fitz, if you don't move, so help me, The TARDIS wont be the only one making funny noises” Taryn paused.. Even though she was the one who said it, she wasn't sure if that was a threat or a promise. She shrugged, figuring either would be satisfactory. She'd let Fitz work that part out.

“It’s supposed to make that noise,”

She stared up at him and finally sighed and took a step back and folded her arms across her chest. “Alright, Bright Eyes.. Have it your way.” There was still something unsettling about the sound, like something was grinding that shouldn't have been grinding. If something broke, she would just track down Whisper and have him look at it. The TARDIS finally quieted down as it made it's landing. She smirked a little up at Fitz. “Well.. That was quick” And she watched the giddy man practically rush for the doors.

“You think he still remembers me?”

“Well..” She replied with a smirk. “If he has forgotten you, I'm sure sauntering up to him in a sheen of sweat wrapped in a bed sheet will leave a lasting impression” she chuckled with her hands on her hips. “Come on.. You should have clean clothes in your room now. Hopefully my closet isn't still full of frock coats.” and she turned on her heel to head back down the corridor to change, waving her hand at Fitz suggesting he do the same. Fortunately her wardrobe had returned to normal. She dressed in a pale green tank top with a black leather half jacket. The half jacket covered her arms and upper torso, but it cut off like a tube top, stopping under her bust line, and a pair of denim jeans. And her boots which she reclaimed from the kitchen.

“Alright, Fitz.. Let's see what we've got!” and casually flung the doors open. The scene before them was a smoldering remnant of a battlefield. Gypsy pavilions, though brightly colored, stood in slowly dying flames, bodies of humans here and there. She'd seen battles before and while she abhorred violence, that wasn't made made her skin crawl. Just ahead of them was a Dalek, on it's side, sparks occasionally shooting from it's broken eye stalk. “..... F.. Fitz.. we should get out of here.” her voice trembling.

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He continued slapping her hand away from the controls irritably, ignoring her comments until she gave up and let the noise remain. Fitz grinned. Obviously TARDISes were supposed to make that noise. After all, the Doctor’s TARDIS made the noise, and the Doctor was the most brilliant man Fitz knew. After the grinding came to a stop, Fitz made a mad dash towards the door. The Doctor just had to be outside, and he would be so thankful to see Fitz, and everything would be wonderful and the Doctor would never forget him again.

Fitz paused as Taryn pointed out that he was still wrapped in nothing but a sheet. “He’s seen me in less,” Fitz said, a touch defensively. He realized belatedly the implications behind his words, and he shook his head without speaking further on it. He followed her and changed into his clothes. They weren’t as stylish as hers, but they were Fitz’s. “You look nice,” he told her, raising an eyebrow at her choice in fashion. She certainly wasn’t dressed the like the women when he was from. Not that she had ever been, but sometimes the foreign nature of the female race hit him.

Oh, Daleks. He raised an eyebrow at her reaction – the Daleks had always been nervewracking to him, but he had always been around the Doctor. And the Doctor was the Destroyer of the Daleks – so he’d never properly feared them. It was for that reason that he patted Taryn on the back as she trembled and sauntered out of the TARDIS. “Of course we aren’t leaving. The Doctor’s here,” he said, and then paused, the words sinking in. That TARDIS had meant to be tracking down the Doctor, so didn’t that mean that the Doctor was still there?

“The Doctor’s here,” he repeated, feeling his blood run cold. “He can’t be dead. He’s the Doctor. It’s impossible for him to die he just... he just changes, doesn’t he? That’s what Sam said. He just changes,” he insisted, kicking at the Dalek on the ground irritably. It was too far gone for him to demand answers from it.

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“Of course we aren’t leaving. The Doctor’s here,”

Taryn bit her lip as she kept a tight grip on Fitz's jacket sleeve. This is not what she'd planned to find. It was Daleks that ruined her life. In fact, it was all too soon for her to be willing to deal with them. Her second had been killed by one. And the way he was just casually walking up to this over turned Dalek had her questioning his sanity. “Fitz. This isn't a good idea. There's no telling if The Doctor's still he-”

“The Doctor’s here,”

She drew in a slow breath as she lifted those pale blue eyes to look at him. “Alright Fitz.. Just.. No wandering off, alright?” she dug into the pocket of her jacket and pulled out a digital read out recorder and a series of wire nodes. “I'll see if I can't get anything out of this Dalek..” and set to attaching the wires in various places on the Dalek's outer casing. She had to stop to still herself. Her hands were shaking. She couldn't believe she was actually touching a Dalek.

”He can’t be dead. He’s the Doctor. It’s impossible for him to die he just... he just changes, doesn’t he? That’s what Sam said. He just changes,”

She tucked a short stand of black hair behind her ear and looked up at him. “Fitz... Time Lords can be killed... “ she bit her lip, cutting off her words. She didn't want to think about her own mortality while fiddling with the remains of a Dalek. “Alright.. let's see if I can get something useful out of this Dalek so we can find out what happened, here” and she pressed a button on the relay pad to send an impulse. The moment it sparked and uttered a groan, Taryn lept up and away from the Dalek and clung tightly to Fitz.

“It.. it's dead. It's just residual memory feedback.” she squeaked as she buried her face against Fitz's arm, trying to reassure herself, more than Fitz.

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Fitz shook his head stubbornly as she told him that Time Lords could be killed. He knew it was true – nothing was ever truly immortal, after all. And there would be a lot more Time Lords if they couldn’t be killed, and he knew it was the truth, but Fitz kept shaking his head. “He can’t,” he said tenaciously, his voice dripping with determination. “The Doctor can’t be killed. He won’t. He isn’t dead,” he repeated, clenching his fists and glaring down at the Dalek hatefully. “Not like this.”

But what if he was? Fitz felt something hard in his heart and there was a lump in his throat. He hadn’t gotten to say goodbye to anyone he cared about. His dad had died while he was in school. The Doctor had knocked him unconscious so he wouldn’t have to see his mother die. He hadn’t been alive when Sam left. The Doctor couldn’t be dead. He hadn’t gotten to say goodbye. He hadn’t gotten to say anything – just casual mention of being back in a moment while he went out to go buy cigarettes.

He crossed his arms, stubbornly swallowing the lump in his throat. He didn’t move as the Dalek sparked or when Taryn clung to him. “No,” he said, his voice cracking as he gently pried himself away from her. He hated to be insensitive to her obvious fear, but at the moment the only thing that mattered to him was making sure the Doctor was alive. He kicked the Dalek shell as hard as he could, and then he did it again because it made him feel in control. “It has to know where the Doctor is.”

Fitz huffed and clenched his fists again, stomping off away from her. “Hello?” he called, picking up his pace and jogging through the tattered fairgrounds. Fairgrounds? Well, it certainly looked like it. “Hel-lo?” he called again, mimicking the Daleks’ manner of speech. “Where is the Doctor? You have to tell me! Someone has to know. Anyone,” he pleaded, his eyes scanning desperately for a sign of life. Daleks, the Doctor, the Queen of bloody France, he didn’t care. “Tell me!”

If the Doctor was dead, it was his fault. He shouldn’t have needed to make him stop for cigarettes. He could have done without them. And if the Doctor was hurt, it was his fault. But what if the Doctor had wanted him gone? He felt panicked, and, despite the open space and large fields, he felt like a cornered animal.