A/N - This is a series of un-related drabbles in the Eleventh Doctor-era. Most will be gen, pairings can and will include Eleven/River, Eleven/Amy, Amy/Rory, Eleven/Clara. I just like to have everything in one place. Most, if not all, will be canon compliant.

Prompt: Beauty

Title: Me and My Beauty

Characters: Eleventh Doctor, TARDIS (Idris)

Rating: G

Word Count: 500

Warnings/Notes: Written for who_contest.

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He looked at her and then looked away. Several times, he did this dance, while his fingers fumbled as he was burned; and more than once to make it all the worst. She stood a little bit away from him with a frown, calmly picking up shrapnel and studying them carefully as if they had all the time in the world.

Here was a fun fact: they didn't have all the time in the world.

Still… He kept looking over at her, then looking away, his mouth opening and then closing, before a shake of his head later he was back to doing the very same thing.

"If there is something you would like to ask me, out with it," she said, her voice toneless as she continued to study the rubble in her hands.

"I always wondered…" He stopped, his hands pausing at this improbable task. "I know that your presence is in the TARDIS, but I was wondering, exactly where in the TARDIS do you get up to?"

She cocked her head to the side to regard him carefully, her eyes dark and full of knowledge. "Are you asking me what I have seen?"

"No, no, of course not," was his immediate response. "But, for the fun of it, what exactly have you seen?"

"Everything," she said flippantly.

"Everything?" he squeaked.

"Everything."

"Blimey." That was something new to think about, wasn't it? It only takes a few hundred years to forget that you travel with someone who can see your every move. He had to be more careful after this. He couldn't let her see everything.

"Doctor," she said hesitantly, and he looked up, because that was what was always expected of him. Someone calls him and he looks up. "If I could talk, would you have picked up so many on the way?"

He was already knee deep in wires, half of which were so easy to forget, but he looked at her nonetheless. "I dunno," he said carefully, a frown marring his features. Always the truth; he will always speak the truth unless he felt otherwise. But then he grinned, wide and happy. "Wouldn't that be a treat? Just you and me, travelling the stars, getting into trouble on various planets. Wouldn't that be something?"

"Me and my Doctor," she said fondly, her eyes bright with barely hidden excitement.

"Always together."

"Forever."

He faltered. "Forever," he said softly before he smiled at her brilliantly. "Me and my beauty. What more could I need?"

She looked at him fondly. "Someone who talks back."

"Well, yeah, that." He looked away from her, his fingers fumbling once again with the blue wire, or was it red?

"I wish I could talk back. I know I can't, but I can wish it."

He scratched his head before he went back to the red wire. It was definitely the red wire. "Me too," he said distractedly.

He didn't see her sad smile, but he felt it. It mirrored his own.

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