As promised, the companion chapter from the Doctor's POV. I may add to this series with a similar 'first impressions' duet involving Sarah Jane and the tenth Doctor too. Again – opinions are always welcome and a nudge in the right direction makes all the difference. My thanks to Spydurwebb for the nudge on this occasion.
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A Perfect Match - part 2
What was it about her?
He didn't feel quite the same paternal affection for her that he'd felt for his other human females, that was for certain; but he couldn't deny a ferocious protectiveness nonetheless. Perhaps it was because in spite of her apparent self-possession she had a touch of the 'little girl lost' about her, not that he'd ever dare to say it. He smiled to himself at the very idea, his imagination conjuring up a fairly accurate prediction of what her reaction would be to that opinion.
He chose, for now, to ignore the very unpaternal feelings he was starting to harbour. The twitch in his hands when she stood near enough for him to reach out and touch; the odd flutterings in his stomach that he knew humans referred to as 'butterflies'. The quickening of his heartsbeat that her very presence seemed to cause.
Privately, he attempted to put it down to this new body; the quirks he hadn't quite got to grips with yet; though that didn't explain the fact that the first tingles of these unfamiliar feelings had started to take hold of him before his regeneration. Outwardly, he tried to mask it, barking orders at her, being deliberately rude and insulting; silently chiding himself for upsetting her despite his amusement at her inevitable outrage.
Still, no matter how he fought it down, there was something that drew him. Something that fascinated him utterly; something that increased his irritation with Harry, made him exponentially more of a nuisance than he would normally have been. The Doctor hesitated to even begin to think it, but somewhere in his huge, brilliant brain, he knew that Harry's presence was becoming a fitting example of the human phrase that began 'two's company…'.
He watched them together, Harry and his Sarah, Harry fussing over her even as she tried to waylay his well meaning chivalry. He studied her, trying to fathom what was so different about her; what made her shine so in his eyes. She was short and irritating and far too pushy for his liking; she lacked the tall elegance of the Timeladies, but she had a sparkle all her own. And perhaps, he pondered, that was all it was. She sparkled.
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