I never knew why he chose me when we first met. Maybe it was fate, or destiny. I'd like to believe that. How else would it have made sense that he found me on chance? I had been sent on an errand and he was just there on a mission. Hundreds of thousands of people he could have found, but he found me. It started the most amazing experiences of my life. It gave me a new life.
I wasn't very good at giving him a new life, at first. I was wary of him after the regeneration; I had fallen in love with him as I first knew him. Not long after, I fell in love again. He chose me and I chose him. He regained my trust after I realized that he was my Doctor. We grew into a routine. Explore a new planet, have something go wrong, get out of it, go back home to the TARDIS. Lather, rinse, repeat. It got boring. I think he ended up getting annoyed by it. One day, I came up with a change. The Doctor appreciated it.
We rushed into the safety of the TARDIS after a particularly dangerous encounter. Once the doors closed and we were on our way through space, we embraced. Whether it was the adrenaline of almost dying or just of the beauty of the planet we saw, the embrace got pushed further into a kiss. I entwined my fingers through his long, not-ginger hair, and he placed his hands on the small of my back. He pulled me closer to him, and I melted into his lean body. He started walking backwards, one hand against the wall. I followed him through a maze of hallways before he found the room he'd been looking for. He pushed open the door and led me to the bed. While we undressed, I looked around. It was a room I had never seen before. The walls and bed spread were mostly dark blue, like the TARDIS's outside.
I'd like to say every detail of what we did that night, or day, but it doesn't matter. Other people can always think of better stories that I can anyways, so I'll skip it. Afterwards, we were watching the ceiling, which showed the stars outside the TARDIS. My head was resting on his chest and I could hear both of his hearts beating. His hands played with my hair while I asked about the stars. He talked about a few of them, beautiful stories about places we'd probably never visit.