A Fellow Scholar

by Demeanon

Yet despite his joy at finding a fellow scholar again, he can't help but sometimes wish she would look at him the same way she looks at the things, people, and cultures that turn up in their adventures. But only sometimes. -No pairings-

4. Chapter 4

A Fellow Scholar: Chapter 4 - Singing

A/N: My disclaimer is this - if I owned Dr. Who, I would not be writing fanfiction about it.

This story can go with any Doctor, but mostly the 11th, since I've seen the most of him. Or maybe a future one. You never know with time travellers. (Also, if you want to give adventure ideas, that's fine by me. Just please remember that due to my writing style, I will not be able to keep a cohesive style with more than 3 new characters. Unless I try hard. Really hard.)

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She can't sing. She thinks she can.

But she can't.

He had been relaxing in the library with a nice cup of tea when suddenly a warbling shrill filled the TARDIS. It had almost startled him. Almost.

Curious as to what the ghastly noise was, he followed it to her room. He stood for a moment outside of her room and listened to her make an absolute wreck of "I Dreamed a Dream". She had stopped quickly after he told her his thoughts on her singing.

So when she was forced on stage during a festival on one of Larkaedia's moons by the locals and practically demanded to sing – somehow they had been mistaken for travelling bards – he had been ready to use his sonic screwdriver to distract everyone. He was about to press the button when she opened her mouth and belted.

After fleeing the natives and making it safely back to the TARDIS, he tells her to avoid singing when possible.