Apologies to JK Rowling and Helen Fielding. Some sexual tension.

Part 1

Hetty removed the glasses from the end of her nose. She sat on one of the libraries many steps. She was tired. The doctor had set the course to Gavanair and they were taking some time out from each other. He had decided to tinker with something mechanical. She had adopted a glazed expression whilst he was telling her what he was going to be doing. Something to do with the chameleon circuit. Defeated he walked away muttering about women. Little did he know that Hetty could programme a video recorder in 30 seconds flat and she was damn proud.

After browsing the shelves and thinking of reading the lost Harry Potter book; she had decided to sit and take a look at the book entitled 'The dummies guide to time travel'. Why on earth did he have a copy of this? Well she did find him reading 'Bridget Jones' the other day. She had plonked herself on the steps with a hot cuppa and a Kit-Kat. Amazing really that in the depths of space you could still find Kit-Kats. The pages of the book were well thumbed and she noticed notes in the margins obviously made by the doctor. Words like 'claptrap', 'twaddle' and something in a language she didn't understand but understood it to be a swear word as it was underlined many times. She blushed and chuckled to herself.

Hetty downed the rest of the tea and put the book on the desk so she could refer back to it at some point. Her shoulder was still a little sore so she rotated it and winced when it resisted. She had changed into a grey vest top and a pair of denim dungarees for comfort and that her other clothes had been trashed whilst on the space station. It wasn't the most glamorous of ensembles in her wardrobe but it was functional. She plodded aimlessly in the direction of the kitchen.

She lingered in the doorway, she could still smell curry. There was a pile of plates in the sink. Typical male, she thought needs a dishwasher. The Tardis must have been listening because the door to a dishwasher opened for her.

"Thank you, us girls have got to stick together!" she smiled and began to load it.

Drying her hands on the tea towel she noticed a strange sound drifting down the corridor. Bemused she dropped the tea towel on to the worktop and decided to go and investigate.

The doctor sat on the floor cross legged staring at a piece of wiring he had left.

"Now where did you come from?" he asked expecting an answer. After a few moments it was obvious that the wire was going to offer no reply so he threw it on to the ever growing pile of screws and assorted machinery in the corner of the room. He wearily got up and stretched his legs. He looked at the door that led to the corridor. He wondered if he should go and see if Hetty was ok? Just thinking about it brought a smile to his face. They had so nearly kissed for real this time. Not in a dream or because they may never get out of the latest scrape they were in, but because they had proper feelings for each other. Feelings that he thought he would never have again. He wouldn't ever forget Rose, she was part of him. Hetty was in the here and now, and he had….. He shook his head, he was doing it again, remembering the feel of her lips on his. He had to concentrate on the job in hand. It was getting awfully hot in there though. He undid the buttons on his overalls and slipped the top half to his waist. He adjusted the white t-shirt that lay beneath and thought that a little light music wouldn't hurt. He reached over his tool bench and retrieved the very used cd player. After hitting the random button he let himself be lost to the music.

The further into the bowels of the tardis she went the louder the music became. She didn't recognise it, but obviously someone was enjoying it because the were singing along. She paused outside the door. The doctor was on the other side. She thought for a moment, should she leave him to enjoy himself or did she go in and tell him what a rotten singer he was. Ok option 2 was the best. Gently she pushed the door open.

The doctor was playing air guitar. Hetty watched as he thrashed along to the beat. He hadn't noticed her. He was in the middle of various machine parts, his overalls covered in all manner of grease and gloop that even she didn't recognise. His hair was wild from all the head banging, sweat adorned his brow, the t-shirt he wore stuck to his chest revealing his chest muscles and the laces on his conver……hold on the t-shirt! Jesus she didn't realise just how interesting his chest was! How did he hide that under all those clothes. He had no six pack but hey you can't have everything. His muscles seemed to ripple along to the music, they were hypnotizing. Hetty was on the verge of drooling, she must have been leaning against one of the machines and it gave way under her weight and clattered to the floor. The doctor stopped dancing and blushed as Hetty tried to compose herself.

"I…I heard a noise I thought you were in pain?" she said trying to pick up the fallen parts.

"In pain?" the doctor looked confused. "Ahhh my singing….. Wait a minute it's not that bad!" he said looking rather hurt. Hetty looked at him, he was sweating and was looking rather hot. Her eyes wandered to his torso once more. What was it that kept making her look. The doctor coughed politely bringing her back to her senses.

"Ohhh I wouldn't give up your day job!" she said laughing.

"I'd best go get dressed, we'll be landing soon!" he said slipping back into the top half of his overalls.

"Yeah that should come with a government health warning!" Hetty whispered as he walked past her to the door.

"Sorry what did you say?" the doctor asked pulling on his ear lobe.

"Oh nothing! I'd best get ready too!" she said following him. As the doctor walked in front of her she couldn't help but notice that the overalls left little to the imagination in the rear end department. The tardis gave a lurch making her stumble. She patted one of the side walls.

"Hey a girl can look!" she said with a smile.