A Fellow Scholar: Chapter 1
A/N: My disclaimer is this - if I owned Dr. Who, I would not be writing fanfiction about it.
This story can go with any Doctor, but mostly the 11th, since I've seen the most of him. Or maybe a future one. You never know with time travellers. (Also, if you want to give adventure ideas, that's fine by me. Just please remember that due to my writing style, I will not be able to keep a cohesive style with more than 3 new characters. Unless I try hard. Really hard.)
He always finds it relieving, having a traveling companion who is content to merely learn. It is such a rare trait to find in humans, especially as human culture changes throughout the 21st Century to be more accepting of various relationships. It was almost as if a positive correlation existed between the level of sexual pride in the culture and the likelihood of a companion who was openly attracted to him.
Oh, he knows she's attracted to him – he fancies himself rather irresistible, and sometimes her sideways glances seem to have a tad too much tilt to them – but he has never known her to act on it. She had even shied away from simple hugs until she had gotten used to his personality.
Yet despite his joy at finding a fellow scholar again, he can't help but sometimes wish she would look at him the same way she looks at the things, people, and cultures that turn up in their adventures.
But only sometimes.
