I probably have too much free time. Let me know if I should write a second chapter.

"Is this what we are doing today, then?" Donna asked him for the third time.

He looked up at her and smiled, "I told you I have to fix the fuel pump."

"Well I don't believe you, why in the world would the TARDIS need a fuel pump. Isn't that a car thing?"

He chuckled. "You caught me; I just want to float around all day because it bothers you."

He dropped his head to return to his work, which wasn't anything that needed to be done; he had just wanted a day with nothing chasing them. He wanted just the two of them, all of time and space, and absolutely no where that they needed to go. He also knew that he couldn't very well tell her that without some follow up questions he wasn't ready to answer.

"I'm bored," Donna complained, not challenging him any farther about the made up fuel pump.

He didn't look up, wouldn't give in. "I hear the pool is lovely this time of day. Maybe you should go for a swim."

"I'm scared though, Doctor," she lowered her voice and made it flirty.

He refused to act like he had noticed. "You, I doubt that. Toughest person I know."

She sighed and he fought back a chuckle. "But Doctor."

The tone gave him chills and he found himself looking up, the look was full of desire, real or put on he couldn't decide yet. He decided he would play this game with her, within reason of course. "What can I do to make you feel better?"

She acted like she was thinking, "Come with me."

He didn't meet her eyes, fighting the reaction he wanted to have to this offer. "Is this just your way of getting my shirt off?" He teased her lightly but felt like her answer actually mattered.

"Well, now you caught me, I woke up this morning and was like…I just have to get the Doctor out of his shirt. " She had rolled her eyes but the words hadn't come out as much of a joke as they should have. "So are you coming or what? The fake fuel pump can wait." With that she rose and began walking towards her room.

He was glad she was gone, because despite his efforts he had blushed. She hadn't waited for the answer, so certain that she had him wrapped around her finger. He thought about not going to prove a point, but knew that he would catch hell for it, so he went to change.

He was dragging his feet on purpose, taking the long way there. He didn't want to face this moment yet, but it had been coming for some time. This had been building since he had stopped holding her hand in friendship and somehow without him really noticing it was something more. But that didn't mean that she felt the same way. Sure, she had been oddly flirty lately, but they hadn't been around a lot of men lately that looked a man. It was possible she was just flirting because he was the only option.

He had reached the door and though he couldn't hear her inside he knew that she was there. He sucked in a nervous breath and put on his game face. When he saw her, though, it came out sporadic, like a rotating sprinkler. She was sitting on the side of the pool, hair draped across her bare shoulders, and giving him a look that would have melted snow.

"Get lost?" the tone was casual.

"Something like that," he agreed. He was giving himself a lecture about his thoughts that weren't exactly pure. He was over 900 hundred years old; this wasn't how he should be acting. "Tricky, my lady is." He was talking about the TARDIS…mostly.

She grinned and slid into the water slowly and he gulped as he watched it. Bad Doctor…good Donna…no defiantly bad Doctor. "Lose the shirt, timeboy. Like I said I've been planning this all morning. You don't want to let me down."

He pulled the shirt off feeling nervous, like he was a hunk of meat. She looked at him, her face passive, and then moved to wade farther into the pool. He slid in also, the water thankfully warm, on his skin. "So Doctor, I was thinking."

"I tried that once."

"I'm being serious. I've decided we need to play a game."

He looked at her, water up to her neck, and frowned. Wasn't what they were doing right now a game, give and take, until someone broke first? It would be him. "A game?"

"You've heard of truth or dare?"

He shook his head. "I don't think that is such a good idea, Donna."

She gave him a pouty look and he suddenly wished the water was a bit colder. "Why not? Scared?"

"Maybe," he admitted being a little too honest.

Her smile was wide and a little dangerous. "Good. You should be. You can ask first."