Author's Note: This is just me taking one line in the t.v episode and romanticizing it to death. But I hope you enjoy it anyway. By they way, the capitilized pronouns are the TARDIS.

Disclaimer: I don't own Doctor Who. If I did, they would've kept Rory and Amy for a little while longer.

The minute he stepped through Her doors, the She loved him immediately. Oh, She liked the orange haired one too, goodness knows she was a good influence on Her thief, but She liked him better. He was so nice and kind and thoughtful and attentive. As She sat in the cage that Nephew put Her in, She began to think about him. In many ways, he was just like Her thief, but in far more ways, he wasn't. She loved Her thief, She knew that She would, that's why She stole him and why She allowed him to steal Her. But then there was this companion, so patient and understanding. She smiled. So patient. He waited his whole life for her, then waited 2000 years as well, and he wasn't the least bit bitter and She knew that he would do it again. Her thief wasn't patient at all. She giggled (oh, that was nice; She liked giggling), that's what happened when you had a time machine.

She wished She knew his name. She wished She knew all thier names. All the bright, shining companions to walk through Her halls, She wished She knew them all, but his name most of all. The one who never doubted the orange-haired girl and her love for him, even when She thought it might be deserved, but that just made Her love him even more. She loved how kind he was, how trusting and brave and loving and all the other good adjectives that he was.

As She sat in the cage, waiting for Her thief to show up (She knew he would, it was only a matter of moments actually) She thought about him. When She had awoken in the body that She now inhabited, She knew that Her thief has arrived, and She knew that with Her thief would be him. She smiled at how She had acted. She had been so excited to see them, and unused to all this information through such a tiny recepticle, that it kind of got the better of Her. But now that She had gotten under control, She wished She could talk to them all.

Later, as She finally got back home, to the little blue police box where She belonged, She could feel Her body getting closer to death. Although She didn't want to, She collapsed. Her eyes closed briefly and She felt someone lifting Her into experienced arms. She thought it was Her thief, but no, She could hear him talking to House. She opened Her eyes, and saw his concerned face. Oh, how She loved him. Not in the same way She loved Her thief, but it was definitely love. In that instant, She felt a twinge of something toward the orange haired girl. She couldn't place what it was, but it was forgotten as he held Her and tried to help Her, even though She knew it was pointless. The body was dying, but then again She didn't belong in it anyway. She reached up and cupped his face, knowing She would never get this chance again. She said quietly, "Hello, Pretty."

He smiled and replied, "Hello, gorgeous."

She giggled again. He was so beautiful, in every sense of the word. That ginger girl was so lucky. She gently tilted his face down so She could whisper something in his ear.

"The only water in the forest is the river."

She could see in his eyes the confusion, but She couldn't explain it to him. He would understand soon anyway. She conveys that She's almost gone and he needed to let Her go, and even though it hurt him, he did. With a heavy heart, She finally left the body and returned to her rightful place in the machine.