"What do you think?" Minerva held up a new drawing she had just finished of her grandmother.

The Doctor, who sat beside her on the TARDIS library couch, looked up from his book he was reading (or perhaps sneaking stares at Minerva), and looked at the brunette woman, "I think it's…" he took the drawing and smiled instantaneously, "…wonderful. I love it."

"You're not just saying that because you're my boyfriend and you want a kiss?" Minerva crossed her arms.

"Technically, I always want a kiss from you," he corrected, "And second of all, I keep telling you you're a talented artist. I'm sure your grandmother is going to love this."

"I hope so, her birthday's coming up and I want to surprise her with it. I'm sure she still has all my stupid scribbles from a child."

"Oh c'mon," the Doctor chuckled and handed her drawing back, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her closer to him afterwards, "I'm sure those were wonderful too."

"No, I meant they literally were scribbles," Minerva looked up at him and laughed, "I was six and I thought I was Élizabeth Vigée-Lebrun. I wanted to draw a self portrait, and well…" she looked around and made a face.

"I think that sounds adorable," the Doctor tapped her nose, "And I most definitely want to see those scribbles sometime."

"Never," she pointed, "It's embarrassing, alright?"

"Why?"

"Because, well…Élizabeth Vigée-Lebrun was a real artist. Her skills were magnificent and me? I'm just an amateur. Not even that," she shook her head.

"Excuse me but I believe you are more than just an amateur. If you wanted to, you could become a world-famous artist just like any other."

Minerva smiled, "Thank you."

"I have something to show you," he announced and stood up, pulling Minerva up.

"What is it?" Minerva asked as they left the library and walked down the corridors.

"A surprise!"

"What kind of surprise?"

"A surprise, now shush," the Doctor warned and made a turn, finding the just the door he was searching for, "Now, close your eyes," as soon as Minerva's eyes were shut, he put his own hand in front of her eyes, "I don't want peeking."

"I'm not you," she countered.

"Oh ha, ha," he rolled his eyes, although he wasn't going to touch on the subject of his cheating skills when it came to surprises, "Are you ready?"

"Mhm," she nodded.

The Doctor opened the door and cautiously stepped her inside and closed the door behind them, "Don't open your eyes just yet," he warned and moved in front of her, "Ready?"

"Yes," she was sounding a tad impatient but the Doctor disregarded it. He knew how curious she always was about things and surprises only increased it and her impatience.

"One…two…three!" and the Doctor steppes aside to allow Minerva to see a large, white room.

Minerva looked around and saw shelves on one side of the room stocked up with paint jars filled with different colors of the paint. There were white canvases everywhere ready to be painted on. Tables were set around and consisted of different paint brushes along with drawing utensils like the needed pens/pencils with colored pencils as well.

"Do you like it?" the Doctor was grinning widely, baring nearly all his teeth from such a grin.

"You created a painting room for me…" Minerva stepped forwards, unable to believe all this was for…her.

"Well, it's a drawing room too, I know you're a bit hesitant on the painting but I figured all you need is a push," the Doctor grabbed her hand and pulled her for one of the shelves, "And of course, being me, it didn't suffice to get boring ole paint like a regular person," he crinkled his nose and shook his head, "No! I went out, got some different kind of paints."

"What kind?" she looked at him with suspicion.

"Well, some that glitters, some that make the pictures come to life…"

"To life?" she blinked with wide eyes.

"I thought it'd be fun to see all your little figures moving around on the paper and canvas!" the Doctor cheered, "Say if you draw…us," he turned around and started some sort of fake waltz between them, "Dancing, we'd dance all around the paper," he twirled her around then did their usual dip, "And then they might do this," he kissed her and brought her up.

Minerva blushed as they parted and had to smile, "That would be wonderful to see."

"Oh! And then the colored pencils!" he blinked with remembrance and pulled her to one of the tables, "Same thing applies with these, dear. Draw something and it'll come to life on the paper. Though I did get regular ones in case you needed them. There's regular paint and regular colored pencils."

"Is that a chalkboard?" Minerva looked behind him to the wall at the end of the room.

"Yes!" the Doctor shouted due to his usual excitement. He pulled Minerva towards it and stopped in front of it, "Notice how the other walls are plain white?" he turned her so she would see that the other three walls of the room were completely white, "I thought you could be creative with the room and paint the walls of what ever you wanted."

"Are you serious?" Minerva glanced back at him, "But what if I mess up?"

"Best part, the TARDIS will just erase it for you. You can paint it one way and then when you get tired of it, the old girl will just reset the wall back to white for you to make new art."

"And the chalkboard?" she turned back to it.

"Well I thought maybe you might wanted to have something different; chalk," he shrugged, "And the chalk is…" he backed away and walked to a table where a black box sat. He picked it up and opened it for Minerva to see dozens of different colored chalk pieces for her, "…right here."

"You thought of this entire room…for me?" Minerva was still in disbelief of such a grand gift.

"Who else? Me?" he quickly shook his head, "I'm no John Smith. Stick figures is my best work," he set the box back on the table and walked up to her, taking her hands, "You told me how your parents never supported your talent so I wanted to make it clear that I support you. I believe you are one of the greatest artists I've ever seen and you could become one of the greatest artists the world has ever seen. Everyone starts small but not everyone has the support and belief. I believe in you, and I'm sure that your painting skills are going to improve with your practice. Turn those scribbles into a masterpiece."

Next thing the Doctor knew he saw Minerva's eyes tearing up…which made him panic.

"N-n-n-no! That's not the emotion I was going for!" he exclaimed as he put his hands on her face and quickly wiped some loose tears on her cheeks, "I thought this would make you happy!"

"I am happy, Martian," Minerva lightly chuckled, "These are tears of happiness," she took his hands off her and hugged him, "No one's ever done this type of thing for me. No one's ever believed in me like you do. I'm happy, Martian, I'm really, really happy."

"Oh, oh good," the Doctor sighed in relief and kissed her head, "That's very, very good."

Minerva pulled away and rubbed her eyes dry, "And you know what, first thing I'm going to draw is us two dancing," she took his hands and pulled him to a table where she saw colored pencils, "And then I'm going to draw something even better for my grandmother, and then I'll draw something for uncle Aaron…" and she turned to him with a soft smile, "…and then I'm going to paint us, sharing one of these," she leaned up but noticed a small stool not too far from them. Quickly, she ran to it then brought back, placing it in front of the Doctor and taking the small two steps up, "There!"

The Doctor had been watching her in quite an amusement. He started laughing as he set his hands on her waist, keeping her steady, "Have I mentioned you are completely adorable?"

"Not today you haven't," she answered in a mock-serious tone, "And hey," she reverted back to her normal voice, "It's not my fault you're so damn tall and I'm so short!"

"I don't mind one bit," he leaned forwards, admitting to himself that it was a bit odd to have her face-to-face with the same height at the moment.

"Well I do," she huffed.

"It has some advantages," he shrugged.

"Like what?" she frowned.

"Like this," he smirked and pulled her right off the stool, kissing her before she got a word out. With easiness, he backed her up against the white wall and only pulled away when he knew Minerva had to breathe again. He smirked again when he saw how out of breath she was and so he leaned to rest his forehead on hers, "See? Because you're small I can pull you here and there and kiss you easily."

"Such an advantage…" Minerva was trying to recollect herself after such a kiss and looked at him with rapid blinking eyes, "…wow, okay," she shook her head and forced herself to return to normal, "Thank you Martian, for all this," she draped her arms around his neck, "I promise you I will take good care of it."

"I've no doubt you will. And, just a note, there's another room beside this one where all your finished masterpieces are going to be hung in."

"My own little museum," she chuckled.

"I'll take the first ticket in...though I am hoping for a discount..." he winked.

"We'll see," she shrugged.

He laughed, "I'm glad to know you like your present."

"I love it," she corrected, "And you know, we should go ahead and inaugurate it."

"How so?" he raised an eyebrow, "Do you want me to find a red ribbon and scissors?"

"That's so boring," one of her hands slid down to his tie, the Doctor's eyes widening slightly as he followed her hand, "I was thinking of something more exciting like a great, big snog," she smirked.

"That…that could wo-"

The Doctor never had the chance to finish his last word because Minerva had pulled him by the tie down to her lips. She had every last intention to make it a snog she'd remember every time she entered her new painting room.

Author's Note:

Hello! Hope this newest one-shot was to everyone's liking.

Small side-note: this particular event did actually happen in the main story (but behind the scenes aka here). It'd be set between Voyage of the Damned and Partners in Crime :)

For the reviews on the last one shot:

Quite the different reactions, huh? Oh believe me, I don't think anyone in the story is going to see the big twist of Kaeya coming. For Star-Crossed, the moment is coming in a couple weeks, so check it out :)

Yes, that celery piece would probably be 11 and his fez. I can see it being exactly the same. Oh, I probably wouldn't be able to handle meeting a younger me so easily as well. I'd probably have to keep biting my tongue because I'd be trying to tell my younger self what not to do to avoid the mistakes I did.