Disclaimer: I don't own Doctor Who, and I make no profit from writing these stories. That's why it's called fan-fiction, my friends.


She was old, just a museum piece when he was a child. She had been through Time and Space with many other pilots before. She was close to being decommissioned. The he came.

'You're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen,' Theta had said, running his hands over the console.

If she had had cheeks, they would have flushed with pleasure. She had not been called beautiful in a long, long time. She had hated her last owner.

I think I'll like this one, she thought.

Theta had left, with a promise that was more to himself than anyone that he would make sure the old Type Forty flew again.

And come back he did. Not very long after his last visit, he was back again. This time, he flew her. As she spun through the Vortex, she felt happier than she had in years.

Theta landed her back home, but he said he would come back soon.

He did come back, and this time, she knew what was going to happen. She was going to steal a Time Lord. He said he was borrowing her, but as far as she knew, borrowing something usually constituted giving it back. She had no intention of giving her Time Lord back. She didn't think he planned on giving her back, either.

She was with her Time Lord for so long. She had seen the old man, the clown, the dandy, the silly man in the scarf, the cricketer, the brightly coloured impatient man, the manipulative man who loved question marks, the long haired man, the angry bitter man, the tall pinstriped man, and the bowtie clad young man. She loved all of them, because all of them were her thief, and she was theirs.


A/N: I hope you enjoyed this random thing. It popped into my head while I was watching The Ribos Operation. You know, the episode where the Fourth Doctor meets Romana, and they start looking for the segments to the Key to Time? That one.