Disclaimer: I do not own Doctor Who (even though I wish I did). However, I do own Danielle Clark, and any story changes that occur because of her. So please, do not steal her.

Normally, the night was one of Danielle's favourite times. She didn't have to worry about running away from hostile aliens, or saving the universe or world, or dealing with the Doctor's silly antics. She could rest, relax and sleep.

But there were rare times when she couldn't sleep. It wasn't that she didn't want to (she very much did, mind you). Her mind just wouldn't settle down. It would bounce all over the place. Unfortunately, when you've traveled with the Doctor for as long as she has, your mind tends to get like that.

I'll be a story in your head.

And that night, it was one of those nights. She lay awake in her bed, staring at the ceiling, her mind going a mile a minute. A couple of times, she had closed her eyes in a attempted to fall asleep, but all that would happen was memories flashing behind her lids. Finally, after lying there for an hour, she let out an exasperated sigh. It was clear she wasn't going to get any sleep.

"Maybe a cup of tea will help me calm down." She thought aloud. In response, the TARDIS gave a approving hum. Knowing she had the sentient machine's approval, the young woman got out of her bed, pulling a sweater on over her nightie, before padding out into the hall.

As she walked, the cool feeling of the metal floor caused her to shiver. In no time at all, she had made her way to the kitchen.

"You wouldn't happen to know where he put the kettle, would you?" She asked, getting a hum in response. "Thank you sweetie." She grinned, opening a cupboard to find the TARDIS blue kettle.

That's okay.

Once the water was put on, all the brunette could do was sit on the counter as she waited. This gave her mind the perfect opportunity to wander. And wander it did. It brought her back through many, many memories. Some good, others bad. The good ones made her laugh to herself quietly, while the bad ones made her silently stare into space.

You see, when you travel with the Doctor, many things happen. You go to different plants, different universes even. You travel the stars and even go back in time. And it never seems to stop, giving you an endless supply of memories.

We're all stories in the end.

The whistling of the kettle brought her out of the slight trance she had gone in, causing her to jump. Quickly grabbing a mug, she pour some of the hot water in, along with a tea bag. As she was searching for the cream and sugar (why the Doctor couldn't put them in the same place he found them last, she will never know) when two arms wrapped their way around her waist.

"Hello love." A sleepy voice whispered into her ear, causing a shiver to run up her spin. How he managed to do that to her, simply with his voice, she still couldn't understand. "What are you doing?"

"Making myself a cup of tea." She said simply, finally finding the sugar and cream. "Why can't you just keep these where I put them?" Danielle questioned, turning to give him a playful glare. Smirking, the Doctor just kissed her cheek.

"Because it's fun to see you run around looking for them." At that response, she simply rolled her eyes. Of course that was why he did it.

Just make it a good one, eh?

Getting out another mug, she pour some tea for him and made sure to put the right amount of cream and sugar in. Turning around, she handed it to him while giving a quick kiss to his cheek.

"Some times, I think you're more trouble than you're worth." Now it was his turn to roll his eyes. She did know that it was his TARDIS she was living in. If anyone was more trouble than their worth, it was her. However, he didn't voice his opinion aloud. Instead, he simply followed her down the hall to the living room, sitting beside her on the loveseat.

"So," The Doctor started, after a few minutes of silence. "Why couldn't you sleep?" That caused Danielle to give him a surprised look, making him laugh. "Oh come on Dani, I know you." His brown eyes softened. "You only make tea at this time at night because you can't sleep."

Looking at him for a moment longer, the brown haired woman sighed. Oh how she hated it when he was right (he was quite often too), especially when it was about her. Reaching up, she gently ruffled his brown hair, causing it to fall in his eyes, as she spoke.

"You always seem to read my like a book." He simply smirked, letting her continue. "Memories." Was all she said.

"Oh, those are truly dangerous." Despite his joking tone, he was dead serious. Memories had a tendency to drive people insane. He would know. He couldn't help but wince as some of his own worst memories filled his own mind.

Cause it was, you know.

"They weren't bad ones." She quickly said, catching the wince. The Doctor may know close to everything about her, but she almost everything about him as well. It was very easy for her to read his emotions. "At least not all of them." She added under her breath. "They were about our adventures."

That caused the Doctor to smile. Similar memories filled his own mind. Out of all the memories he had, he would have to admit the ones with her were his favourites. So, for the next couple of minutes, they just sat there. Enjoying each the other one's company and reliving their past. At one point Danielle leaned her head on the Doctor's shoulder, and he wrapped his arm around hers.

"Do you remember the first time we met?" That made him laugh. Out of all the things she could have asked him, that was the question she chose? Hearing his laughter, she looked up at him with a slight glare. "Hey! What's so funny about that?"

"Nothing, love." Chuckling, he shook his head and pressed his lips to her forehead lightly. "Of course I do." He answered after a moment. "How could I forget?"

It was the BEST.