A/N: I… tonight's episode made me cry. I cried with the Doctor when he the TARDIS stopped being able to talk, and I have to say Steven Moffat just… he got it right with that one, just like he did with Vincent and the Doctor, and I couldn't be happier as it tugged at my heartstrings and I just wanted to grab the Doctor out of the TV and comfort him as best I could while I myself broke down. Very soon afterwards I thought of this, but couldn't type it up as I'd had to have my tea. I'm watching Eurovision now, and don't look at your screens like that. I've never actually watched it before and became curious. I'm also supporting Jedward, despite actually being British instead of Irish, because their first song was fun and the song thought up by our contestants was just… blergh. It's the truth. I don't even know if our contestants got through or how to spell their name… it sounds to me like 'Blue' but I could be wrong. First up was Finland! I want to learn Finnish some day, it's been on my list of languages to learn for a while now. I'd never be fluent with it, but… Ooh, Denmark's up now! (I really love the Nordic countries, can you tell?)

So… just ignore me nattering on and read this! I think it can explain itself.

Chapter 1 – French for 'Beautiful'

"Hello, Doctor… nice to meet you." the TARDIS said through her tears.

"Please don't…" he said, his own tears only pricking his eyes. He through felt dry, his mouth felt like sandpaper, and found he'd lost the ability to speak. How ironic, he thought to himself.

"Don't you know anything about your vessel?" she breathed, "I'm not going anywhere…" and at last there was a blinding light emitting from the dying body.

"Doctor, what's happening!" Amy yelled – the light was so blinding that they'd had to take a step back and shield their eyes.

"I don't know!"

After a few minutes, the lights stopped and they could see undeterred again. Standing there was the TARDIS – the human version – but she'd changed dramatically. Her hair was no longer a crazy mess, and looked as if had been fixed completely. Her dress was no longer in mix-matched tatters, but looked as it was brand new and not made from other bits of cloth that had been randomly sowed together. And she wasn't glowing any more and she was still there.

The Doctor stood openly gawping at her for a few minutes, and licked his lips in an attempt to get his voice working again, "How can you, ah… still be here?"

"Well, it's all quite complicated. I'm still connected to my machine body, of course, but I made myself stay in this form for you. More specifically, I became a Time Lady. Or this body did, can't be sure about the whole machine body but I'm sure that's just the same as it's always been."

"You… how is this possible?"

"Oh, give me a little more credit! And you haven't even noticed that I'm not talking from future dialogue any more, I also made myself capable of being able to talk without relying on the future all the time. Of course, I can still see into the future a bit in this body, but otherwise it's just the body of a normal Time Lady – it's even able to regenerate."

"Can we talk privately for a minute?" he asked, bringing her out of the console room and into one of the many corridors.

"I… What am I going to call you when we go travelling and I need to introduce you? I can't just call you 'the TARDIS', you need a proper name and don't say I can call you sexy because that's not a proper person's name and you know it, it's also something that only I can call you when we're alone."

"Hmm…" she put a hand on her hip while in thought, and he couldn't help but stare at those shapely hips, "I don't know what I could be called besides 'the TARDIS', I've never really thought about it."

"Yes, I thought as much, but we really need to think of something."

"What about 'Azul'?"

"What about it?"

"It's Spanish for 'Blue'."

"Yes, and…?"

"Think about it, Doctor. It can be a girl's name, and my outside is blue. It makes sense to call me Azul."

"No, 'Azul' doesn't suit you… You've always reminded me of bluebells. How about I call you Belle?"

"Why 'Belle'"

"Well, there's the Cloister Bell, and…" he gave her a salacious smirk, "…it's French for 'Beautiful'."

"You know what I think?" she said, catching on to their flirting game.

"What?"

She leaned forward, making sure to give him a show of her ample cleavage, "I think you haven't kissed me yet, and…" she said, throwing his smirk right back at him, "…you want to."

"I think you know me too well."

"I've been with you for over 900 years; I think I'm at liberty to know you too well by now."

"…You make it sound like being with me is a life sentence."

"It always has been for me, but I love you all the same."

"Trusting that you're up for it… would you like to adjourn to our bedroom?"

"I'd love to, dear."

"Don't call me 'Dear'. I get to call you that, not the other way around."

"Can I call you 'old boy'?"

"No."

"Oh come on, you get to call me 'old girl' all the time!"

He put an arm to her back and pulled her flush against him. They were at his door now – our door, she reminded herself, "And don't you love it?" the door was unlocked and they entered, looking forward to their new life together – as not just pilot and ship, but as lovers and equals.

A/N: This is not an end to it! This is only the start, I'm going to get started on the next chapter next. Austria is on Eurovision now, and the woman singing is very loud. That's the last I'm saying on the matter.

Iceland is up now. Another Nordic country! So far all the Nordic countries' songs have been to some good standard, and that standard does not end here! I'm typing up chapter 2 now, if any of you are wondering. Please R&R! I love your reviews.