short thing that popped into my mind! I don't own Doctor Who. Just a one shot.
Sometimes Elizabeth Grace would stare at the stars as they swirled in the sky, leaving a path of light behind them. They almost resembled the ebb and flow of the ocean. She would try to draw it every night.
The pages in her notebook were never satisfying to her. She would aimlessly flip through and sigh. She could never capture the beauty of a night sky.
"Come with me" was what the old man said, and she took his hand, walking into the blue ship.
She sat on the edge with the door open, sipping hot cocoa in a large sweater. The stars were splayed in front of her for her pleasure to view. She pulled out the book and her colored pencils from her pocket.
She sketched for hours that night, not stopping except for quick sips of the warm cocoa. Sometimes, the man would stand behind her and watch her draw- other times he would tinker with the ancient machine.
When she finished, she stared down at the page and frowned slightly. It didn't look like the vision in front of her, but more as a cheap copy.
Perhaps that was how it was meant to be. If you want to see the stars, you only have to stay awake.
She released the leather bound book from her grip, and watched for a long while as it floated away into space, it's pages ruffling in the wind like those of a majestic bird. Maybe it would enjoy being with the stars.
She stood up and after a short goodnight, walked to her bedroom and fell asleep.
