I should have mentioned this a while ago, but I had known the Doctor since I was sixteen years old. When I regained my memory back, I was twenty years old. It was a year since I had seen him, since he went a long search for me all over the world. I moved to New York with my dad when I was starting high school, so I basically had a chance to start all over. It didn't come to me as much as I expected, the big city and all, because it was a lot like Beverly Hills, only a lot more lights and cabs.
It was my junior year, sixteen years of age, when I first met him. He appeared on my front porch, mumbling gibberish about a strange alien race living in my house. I thought a crazy man stumbled toward my house, coming out of an old British police box, but when he pushed past me and into my house, I quickly found that it was true. But that's another story.
I agreed to become his companion, the youngest (or so he says) to time travel with him. He informed me that he had seen me a couple of times while I grew up, but it wasn't a constant thing. I just seemed to attract aliens.
For almost two years I went on strange adventures with this man who claimed to be a Time Lord from a destroyed planet. It took him a few months for him to tell me the secret of how it all came to be. And to be honest, I loved him even more when I noticed how much he believed it was the right decision, but it still ate him from the inside and out; caring. He was the most thoughtful being I had ever met.
I became a senior and aced all my tests that year, all because the Doctor would decide to help me study the night before. He appeared at my senior events, and the entire time, was able to hide from all the faculty members that would question him. He came to all the dances, all the events, and above all, was there for me when I felt like there was no one else. I had a few close friends, and they knew him too, but not exactly who he was (he went by a more human-like name), but through it all, I knew the Doctor was the best friend I could ever have. I loved each of my friends deeply, and stayed in contact with a few of them after high school, but he was the one that lasted, literally, forever. Most of my memories consist of at least once seeing that large, go-lucky, smile of his that I melted at every time. He was just never good at noticing.
With him accompanying me to everything, the biggest thing finally came: Prom. A guy did ask me, using flowers and a poster, but I told him to wait for my answer. I brought it up with the Doctor, and with his protectiveness and all, we both decided that I could go alone and hang out with some friends. I turned the guy down, poor kid, and got everything I needed for prom. I was getting ready to jump in my car and head off, but when I stepped outside, I found the Doctor waiting by the street, dressed in a nice tuxedo, next to the Tardis, which had a large poster across the top, reading "PROM?" I laughed, aloud, with him responding, "I thought you would like to be asked in the most time traveling fashion." Then, he finally noticed me. I saw something reflect in eyes as he glanced over my peach pink dress that flowed to my feet and tied around my neck. My hair was pinned to my head with a few large curls bouncing down to my chest. It was priceless, and overall, it made me feel beautiful.
"Shall we?" He held out his hands toward the Tardis, and I smiled. We entered the machine and he raced toward the controls, beginning his normal routine of getting it going.
I raised an eyebrow as he ran around, flipping switches and turning knobs. "This thing isn't going to send me flying across the room, is it? I paid too much to look this pretty."
He was smiling, that wonderful smile of his, at me when he answered. "Of course not! We aren't time traveling. I'm only sending us on a better way of travel!"
And he was right; everything was smooth and quick. He let me out in the front, since he couldn't come in with me, and it was filled with people when I finally walked in. I saw a couple of my friends' with their dates, waving way over the top, and I would return my awkward little wave. I kept my eyes open for any sight of the Doctor, my hands starting to shake. What if he couldn't get in? What if I just sat here all night waiting for him?
"Bloody hell, you teenagers are rather loud and obnoxious," I heard the familiar voice say behind me. I spun around to see him smiling down at me, fixing his handsome suit that was abnormal from his typical clothing. I lightly punched his arm, which he seemed a little confused about.
"Weren't you a teenager once?"
"Technically, but it's a different range of teen hood than yours," he looked over a couple making out against the wall and had a disgusted expression on his face. "For one, we didn't act like that in public, anyway."
I giggled. "This can be expected with my generation, especially at prom."
Now, he seemed very confused. "Again, obnoxious teenagers."
I planted my hands on my hips, giving him one of my annoyed and angry looks where I saw his eyes wince. "Are you calling me an obnoxious teenager?"
"Of course not," the Doctor responded calmly, no fret in his voice or body language. "I'm stating the generalization of teenagers."
"Of human kind," I finished for him, which he did nod at. I decided to ask the most awkward question I could, since I knew it was possibly happening all around me without us noticing. "And you're saying that your kind didn't have sex?"
He froze, almost jumping back away from me. I chuckled behind my hand; I must have surprised him. "It happened on my planet."
I burst into laughter at his affirmative tone. "So, basically, you are trying to tell me in a plain way that you are not a virgin?"
"A virgin?" His eyebrows furrowed in the way I had become used to; he hated not understanding.
"A virgin is someone who hasn't had sex."
He turned away from me, staring straight ahead, and then shrugged. "I guess I'm not that, then."
For some reason, my heart sank. I decided to tell him something I never had told most people, really. "Neither am I."
He spun on his heels, his eyes burrowing into me with a hint of fury in them. "With who then?"
I nearly smiled at his sudden urge to be protective. "I was fifteen and an idiot. You don't know him and you never will," I said in a strong tone, close to his face, but containing a sly grin. He glared at me for a moment, studying my face, and then breaking out in his wonderful grin. He took my arm and led me to the table with refreshments, taking in some fruit punch, which he spit out. We learned then that he didn't care for that stuff.
One of my close friends, Melody, appeared next to me, smiling her wide grin. Her date was over getting drinks, which the Doctor grimaced at again. Melody came close to me and spoke in my ear, since the music was a tad bit loud. "So you brought Robert again?"
My eyes trailed over to the Doctor, watching over all the people in the room. I wanted to crack up at the sound of his fake name, since him and I knew it wasn't true, but how could I tell people? He didn't want too many people to know, so I was letting Melody grow on him before I told her anything. "Of course! I bring him to everything."
I saw Melody's eyes sparkle with an idea or thought and when she talked to me again, it was in a sweet, singsong voice. "Katharine, I think you're in love with that guy."
I looked at her and laughed. Was I? "Don't be silly, Mel. He's only a good friend of mine. He randomly decided to come to prom with me."
She gave me a look. One that pretty much spelled out, are-you-kidding-me? "Well, if you aren't, then he surely is."
I rolled my eyes as I walked back to the Doctor, my mind racing. Was he? Was I? Were we? I shook my head before I came up to him. He looked directly at me and smiled, and that, in fact, made my heart leap. Puzzlement ran through me, wondering if Melody was right.
"Would you like to dance?" He asked me, casually, and sweetly.
I glanced toward the dance floor, filled with teenagers that decided to dance inappropriately. "Are you sure you want to go into that jungle?"
"What? Their dancing?" A huge grin flashed across his face. "Let's show them the more appropriate way."
He led me to the dancing area, pushing in a little so we weren't awkwardly on the outside. The Doctor jumped, making a funny noise and had a horrified look on his face. "Some boy rubbed his backside against mine."
I couldn't stop my hysterics this time. His face was priceless, and it was even more so because he didn't understand how this kind of dance worked. I could barely breath when I spoke between giggles. "Ignore it. I don't need to describe to you how that dance works. It wasn't meant for you, don't worry."
The Doctor shook his head, as if he was trying to get rid of the horrible memory, and stood in front of me, patting his feet against the ground. "So, what do we do?"
"You've never danced before?"
"No, I certainly have. I'm not sure if our kinds dance anyway similar."
I took his hands and wrapped them around my waist so his hands were on my lower back, and I put mine behind his neck. I thought I saw him blush, but I wasn't positive. I kept going along with it, letting us move from side to side and in circles, softly and slowly.
From this moment, I couldn't remember what song was playing. Or who was around me. All I could remember was seeing his amazing face, his shining blue eyes, and even the thick bangs of his brown hair. I felt something bubble in my stomach, and that's when I knew, I was experiencing butterflies. Maybe I had a crush on him?
When I peered up at his face, some of the lights were shining down on him, and I felt myself pour into awe. He really was handsome, much more than I ever really imagined. He leaned close to me, enough to allow me to hear what he asked.
"Can I kiss you?"
I stopped, gulped, and nodded. Was this really happening?
He leaned in, the way you saw in movies, an action that every girl dreamed about. His eyes were on mine as he came closer, his eyelids finally closing as he came close enough to feel his breath on my face. I promptly followed his notion and waited, patiently, for his lips to meet mine. They were soft, after they met mine, and warm, moving with my lips as we kissed for what felt like forever. I felt every butterfly in my stomach bursting into freedom in my body, surging through my blood and muscles, and even my bones. I shivered, the good kind, and I felt my heart open up to scream in joy, something I had never experienced before, ever. We pulled away, searching each other's faces. I couldn't see my own face, but I could see from his that it was astonishment, but his eyes were sparkling, brightly and fiercely. I gave my shy smile and he did one in return.
"What was that for?" My voice was more hoarse than I expected.
"I wanted you to have the full prom experience," I could see the kindness burning in his face, but his eyes said something entirely different, I just couldn't tell. "Doesn't that include kissing?"
I exhaled, silently, and some of it did come out as a laugh. "Yeah, I believe it does. Thanks."
"Anytime," his amazing smile burned into my vision.
We left early from the prom, taking the Tardis back to my house, and when I started to leave, he grabbed my hand and turned me towards him. "You look beautiful, Katharine. Like always."
I smiled sweetly at him and left. I knew I would see him tomorrow, but I went home, and slept. My dreams were filled of time traveling and kissing. I woke up, realizing that maybe I did have feelings for him. But one thing ran through my mind; he was ageless. Even if we did "end up together", would he still love me when I'm no longer young and beautiful?