Disclaimer: I don't own the Doctor. I don't own the TARDIS. This makes me sad.
Better with Two
They'd visited hundreds of planets, a thousand points in the timestream. Companions came and companions left. Gallifrey burned and his people were erased from existence.
There were lives he'd never live – street corner, two in the morning, getting a taxi home kinds of lives – but he had his own tale of romance, woven through time and space, guided by hands seen and unseen.
The Citadel, Under-level 15, sneaking past the guards. An obsolete Type 40 that should have been decommissioned long before. They were a madcap pair, two of a kind. And he couldn't imagine exploring eternity with anyone else.