This is the third idea but it kind of comes before the previous one - you'll see why.
How Long/First Kiss
James stopped pacing and stared at me, horrified. "How long?" He asked, astonished.
I looked up at him sadly. "Three months minimum, apparently."
"Three months?" He echoed my words. "Sam, surely you're going to fight this?"
"I did." I replied earnestly. I had argued with Holmes but he refused to budge from that certain amount of time, and for the life of me I couldn't think why. "And just because I'm going to be staying here, missing three months of school doesn't mean you should have to too."
At my admission of the news I'd been thinking about all day, James had moved from the opposite side of the TARDIS to stand right in front of me. "I suppose the Doctor will come back for you, then?"
"Well, he can't exactly leave me stranded in Victorian London, can he?"
"I suppose not." James sighed, and brought one hand up to cup my cheek. I cocked my head to one side, confused. He pulled me into a hug, and I was powerless to resist.
"When do you have to go?" I asked, feeling tears pricking the corners of my eyes.
"I don't know. I'll miss you, though, Sam." With that he pulled back a couple of inches and just stared at me. The tip of his nose brushed mine as he cupped my cheek again, and his lips met mine.
There were no fireworks, nothing that was supposed to happen when the man you loved – yes, loved - kissed you for the first time. There was just James.
Really, really short, but I thought I'd leave you with one last thing to read before I go on hiatus for about a month to catch up with my school/home/coursework that's been piling up.
Who knows, I might come up with some more ideas x
Jamie Scarlett xx