Clara was always watching him. The way he worked in the TARDIS, his loving hands working under the console. The way he walked everywhere he went like he had been there before, never surprised by the alienness she saw everywhere.
Of course, he was an alien himself. Sometimes she forgot. He looked so human. Then he would do something. Say something in a foreign language. Explain a piece of strange equipment. Shake hands with a creature so terrifying she would have run had he not been there. And then she remembered.
Sometimes he caught her staring. He would simply smile, as though he expected it. Apparently he had that affect on everyone.
But, then, sometimes she caught him staring at her. If she didn't give any indication, he would just continue staring for minutes. One time he didn't take his eyes off her for an entire hour until she caught his eye.
He was running around the console the way he always did. He was handsome. He would be even more so if he took off that bow tie. She smiled.
He was so goofy. Every time he passed a bow tie, or a hat, or a new coat, he tried it on. Which was surprisingly often. It was no wonder he had such a big closet.
He turned to look at her, hands outstretched, a huge smile on his face, obviously expecting an answer. She realized she had been staring for a good five minutes. Apparently he had been talking and she hadn't heard a word he'd said.
His smile faded to a look of disbelief.
"Were you even listening?"
"No. Not really."
"Clara!" He whined, "I'm trying to show you all of space and time and that's not cool enough for you to pay attention to me?"
"I'm sorry. I'm tired and I guess I just kinda dozed off. I haven't slept in sixteen hours you know."
"Fine then. Go get some sleep. I'll try telling you again in the morning."
"Good night, Doctor."
"Sleep tight, Clara."
She headed down the walkway to her room. He stared at her as she walked passed. Her red blouse was well fitting and her black skirt hugged her hips so well.
She walked out of sight and he shook himself out of it. He couldn't afford to get too wound up with another girl. Especially not when he had no idea what she really was.
He turned down the lights and walked towards his own room as the TARDIS carried them both safely through the stars.