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"Where should we go next, hmm? How about the Magenta Deserts of Gigigantica 7? The sand actually changes colour depending on the time of day and the intensity of the heat. That's why it's called Magenta, because the darker the pink, the hotter it is!"

Louise's eyes followed the doctor intently as he flitted around the controls, excitedly pushing buttons and cranking levers. The TARDIS took off into the time vortex with its trademark "whooshing" sound at full blast in her ears as she closed her eyes and enjoyed the rocking movement of the ship as it steadied itself on the planet's surface below. Louise breathed in deeply, a feeling of pure contentment spreading through her. Ever since she'd met the Doctor, seven months prior, it had been one wild adventure after another, always moving, never staying in one place too long. It was thrilling being with him, and it made her feel complete somehow, like a part of her that had been missing before had been found. It brought a smile to her face just thinking about how much he'd changed her life.

He was her best friend and had become like a brother to her, in the sense that she couldn't see herself ever feeling romantic towards him. She had done her fair share of "experimenting" in the past and found that she liked to push the boundaries of her sexuality; however, going for a seemingly ageless Timelord who could change faces and would very likely outlive her seemed a bit too far past insane for her tastes. Besides, that sort of relationship would never work out for them and would only ruin what they already had. There was no way she could ever risk losing this part of her life – it was too important to her, and to him. He'd already lost so many people in his lifetimes; there wasn't a chance in Hell of her walking out, not if she had anything to say about it.

She was broken out of her revere by a firm hand grasping her shoulder, looking up into a pair of concerned eyes from her seat on the floor. "What's up Doc?" Her cheeky grin and upbeat attitude startled the Doctor for a moment, who had stopped mid-rant after noting her silence. He had become extremely nervous as he watched her sitting there, perfectly still with a blank expression on her face, eyelids shut.

He was always worried about his companions, his FRIENDS, who had a tendency to get hurt once he became involved in their lives. The last women he had travelled with had been Clara Oswald, who now happily worked along side her husband, Captain Jack Harkness, back on Earth – or wherever it is they were now; he could never seem to keep track of those two. They just seemed to show up in his life from time to time, which was perfectly fine by him since it meant that he at least got to see them. Clara was a rare happy story post-TARDIS, though she had earned her fair share of bumps and bruises along the way. The Doctor smiled down at the current lady in his life, holding out a hand to help her up.

"Have you been listening to a word I've been saying?" She brought her finger to her chin, tapping lightly to fain thoughtfulness. "Let's see: pink desert, changing sand, temperature sensitivity… yup! I think I got the gist." He rolled his eyes at her playfully and gestured toward the door. "Well then, aprez-vous!" Louise felt a rush of adrenaline at the thought of being on a new planet, a feeling she'd become quite accustomed to and hoped would never cease. Beaming, she raced forward, throwing the door open with a flourish and bounding outside. However, she came to an abrupt halt when she realized that they were most definitely not in a desert.

"Um Doctor, this desert wouldn't happen to be underwater would it?"

"No. Why do you ask?"

"I don't think we're in the right place. At all."