||Here is chapter two. I wrote it in the wee hours of the morning, and entirely on my phone so there may be some errors.

Yes, I know these first two chapters are very domestic- but I am trying to take the Doctor out of his comfort zone which you will start to see more in a few chapters.

Again, I don't own Doctor Who, the characters, or technology from his universe. They are simply borrowed for the sake of writing.

Enjoy||

The beeping of the alarm on her nightstand woke Scarlett up a mere four hours after she had left the Doctor on the couch to fend for himself. At least she was pretty sure that had happened,while she had had some pretty elaborate and messed up dreams the events of the previous night would definitely take the cake in the dream department had they not happened.

Deciding she should probably see for herself the redhead rolled out of bed and padded her way down the stairs to see the Doctors form,his back to her as he stood at the stove. So it wasn't a dream- she really had a strange alien man in her house. Not only that but he appeared to be making breakfast. She crossed the living room and took a deep breath, inhaling the aroma of eggs and bacon and smiled softly. She hadn't had anyone cook for her in over a year. She leaned against the counter and watched him before saying good morning. Without looking up from the eggs he was frying he responded. "Morning to you as well. I hope I wasn't being too noisy too early. I never know how much sleep you humans need." His words stumbled out of his mouth, quickly as if they were afraid of making it out and thus came out almost too quickly. "But I thought I'd make you breakfast before you got down to grilling me some more." He looked over his shoulder and flashed her a goofy smile. Scarlett perched herself on one of the bar stools at the breakfast bar and rested her head in her hands as she continued to watch him. There was an easiness about him, that she couldn't decide was a good or bad thing. Her thoughts were interrupted a few seconds later when a plate of food was placed before her, along with a cup of steaming coffee. She smiled up at him in thanks before taking a bite. The Doctor watched the redhead, studying her features. The way she took bites like she was eager to taste every bite of food. He couldn't help but smile at her red hair, how it was all carelessly flipped over to one side of her head. She was intriguing, if for no other reason than she was new to him- but somehow she suspected that wasn't the case. Deciding that she might find it odd that he wasn't eating and was in fact just watching her, he poured himself a cup of coffee and grabbed a strip of bacon of the stack and munched it, the quietness in the room was very obvious but not overly awkward. He didn't feel the need to fill it with mindless chatter, which was a rare occurance for the time Lord. Scarlett's eating slowed as she finished her eggs, she looked up and set her fork down aware that she hadn't said anything since good morning to the brown haired man. "This is good. I usually don't have anyone to cook for me." She said softly and the Doctor noticed a hint of sadness in her green eyes. The redhead must of felt that her emotions were more in the open than she wanted because she quickly shook her head and changed the subject. "Was the couch okay?" She asked raising an eyebrow. She had personally only slept on it a couple times and both times she had been too drunk to care. The Doctor finished his strip of bacon and smiled at her. "It was in fact quite comfortable , thank you." Sipping at his coffee he fiddled with his hair, he knew the TARDIS wouldn't be ready to fly just yet, and seeing as he wasn't exactly sure where he was-although her accent did sound quite American- he didn't really fancy leaving the TARDIS to go find somewhere to stay while it repaired itself. "Scarlett, I was wondering...my ship ...she's going to need a few days to cool down. Since we haven't killed each other yet, and I don't really plan on killiing you." He was nervous, something he hoped she wouldn't pick up on- he was always rubbish at asking for help or for a favor. "If I could stay a couple more days. I'll cook and clean and reimburse you for whatever I use while I'm here." He added before throwing in a toothy smile for good measure. The redhead thought about it for a minute , she found herself somewhat eager to find out more about this mysterious man. And she had to admit having someone around might be nice. She slowly nodded and smiled back. "Sure,but under one condition. You answer questions and tell me more about you " The Doctor grinned and thanked her like a little kid who was thanking someone for a second helping of dessert. Nodding to emphasize that he agreed to her terms he added . "I'll answer yours if you'll answer mine. You're just as peculiar to me as I am to you." The pair cleaned up from breakfast together. They it turned out made a pretty Okay team. Scarlett had asked a few questions, how old he was; if he had ever been married and how long he had been travelling in his ship- and had been surprised at the answers. He in turn had asked what she did for a living- book editor; where exactly they were- a dinky town in Northern Florida and weather she was married. She had begun to answer the last question but when he noticed the same pained look as before start to form in her eyes he quickly changed the subject to books.

At the mention of books Scarlett's eyes lit up, after some discussion it was decided that they would spend the morning visiting the used book stores in town. That way she could show him a little bit of the town, and they could enjoy rifling through books a passion it seemed they shared.