Every week, I know more of the Doctor. Day by day I learn of what he has done. Enough to know that I have made some mistakes in my story. Whoopsie! Only minor details. But still, mistakes all the same. And yet, I will not go back and change them.

Once you have a fandom, you see it everywhere. EVERYWHERE!

Just some information I have recently found to be very true.

Writing by midnight, a good time to get the imagination juices flowing!

Sara's POV.

We watched Young Frankenstein. We laughed and discussed. I pointed out that the props used in the movie to make the monster come to life were the props from the original Frankenstein movie. The Doctor noted that Igor was like an ood with a better sense of humor. He was delighted when we knew who the ood were. The movie was paused as we started an intense discussion about the races he fought against. I knew a little past the basics, but lee knew more than me. I showed him the joke-picture about the Cyber-Dalek. I noticed that he forced a smile when he saw it. The conversation went on a side point to weather the Jugdoon were related to rhinoceros's. Apparently, they are not. I noted the similarities between the armor of the Jugdoon and the Sauntarans. That just encouraged a round of potato based talk.

"they really don't like it when you call them that." he noted with a grin.

"but you do it anyway." lee pointed out.

"yeah, I do it anyway." he agreed from the area of the bed in front of us. Before we knew it, it was already ten pm!

"is it just me, or does time fly when you are the Doctor?" I asked the rhetorical question out loud with a smile.

"it does." my friend replied.

"in every way possible." she continued.

"and some that aren't." I quipped. We shared a smile. The Doctor tilted his head in a confused manor and looked between the both of us. He opened his mouth to say something, and then thought better and shut his mouth, and turned back around to the computer, waiting for me to turn the movie back on. There was only ten minutes left to the film. We had stopped so many times to talk! While the credits rolled the doctor stood up and cat-stretched. I could tell Lee was fighting the same urge that was to not cuddle him.

"bed?" I asked. The Doctor nodded.

"would you like to wash up before?" he nodded slowly.

"I would, but how exactly am I going to manage that in this size?" he gestured to himself.

"I'll fill up the bathtub a few inches and make sure you have way in and out. Does that sound alright?" he tilted his head in a so-so manor, thinking it over.

"yeah, that sounds like it would work." I turned to my friend.

"you gonna shower?" she shrugged. "most likely." she responded.

"I'll turn up the water heat then." I went down to the basement and turned the dial on the heater to make the water hot. Heading up, I turned off the lights on the first floor. Something caught my eye. I grinned, and took the said eye-catching item upstairs. I ran the bath tub warm, and got an extra long towel from the closet. If placed on the rim of the tub, it wouldn't fall off of either side. Though it would get wet from the tub. I took a smaller towel and placed it on the bathmat for him, along with a bar of soap on the rim. As an afterthought I opened the mirror and took out a hotel giveaway bottle of shampoo and conditioner and placed those on the rim as well.

A FEW MINUTES LATER…..

"what's this?" asked lee, picking up the item I brought upstairs. I took the wooden box from her and opened it.

"mancala! Wanna play?"

"sure." we sat down on the floor of my room as I set up the pieces, four in each hole. The Doctor was busy bathing. I tried hard not to think back to the episodes where I had seen him do so. I could only recall one from this current regeneration, and another that I think was the second Doctor. The clatter of the glass pebbles falling into the holes brought me out of my thoughts. but after my turn, unknowingly, I went back. It took a few moments for my friend to bring me back down from the clouds.

"whatcha thinkin about?" my friend asked me. I grimaced slightly. She leaned in. I frowned. She leaned in closer.

"I-I was thinking about river….we, know that he knows how she ends." my friend nodded her conformation.

"but, as of now, does he know all that she becomes to him?" she blinked.

"does he know they are married." she confirmed in a low voice. I nodded.

She chewed on this thought with me for a minute.

"we cant tell him! What if it hasn't happened yet?!" I practically wailed.

"or it could have already happened." my friend moved next to me and put her arm over my shoulders.

"Sara, I've said nothing about this, but I don't think you fully remember something." she says softly.

"what?" I ask, a little scared.

"what happened when the Doctor comes to New York?"

"new new new-" she cuts me off.

"THIS New York." she re-states. I ponder for a few moments.

"he stops the Daleks with Martha." she nods her head.

"and?" she urges me on. I think. Then it hits me. My eyes fill with tears threatening to spill over. My friend nods sadly when she see's that I have come to the conclusion.

"the Ponds." I manage to whisper.

"will be in Manhattan in a day and a half." her eyes also get wet. I lean on my friends shoulder and start to sob. She pulls me in close for a hug. Tears slipping down her face like mine. We sat there, holding each other and crying.

"what can we do?" I asked her.

"what CAN we do?" she replied.

"Even if we go off with the Doctor when we re-unite him with the Tardis and the Ponds, he'll have to drop us off back here in New York."

"but…." I trailed off. Lee locked eyes with me and gave me a hard look.

"We CAN NOT tell him what is going to happen. Its fixed! It has to happen!" when my chin starts to wobble again she lets out a world-weary sigh.

"I don't like it any more than you do. But we cant mess with this. I need you to promise me that you will not say, or even hint to something happening in Manhattan. Promise!" I nodded, and sniffed. Lee wiped her tears with the back of her sleeve. " c'mon. lets go downstairs and wash our faces." I nod again, blowing my nose loudly into a tissue. We tread lightly down the stairs and splash cold water on our eyes and cheeks. But while the tears were washed away, the sorrow was still there. We walked upstairs to find the Doctor exiting the bathroom. slightly damp and happy as a clam. Holding his hat in one hand and his shoes in another. He was barefoot!

"next shift!" he proclaimed, walking to my room. not saying a word, I used my thumb to point to myself. Lee nodded as I stepped into the bathroom.

I let the last few tears slip out under the shower.

Lee took one after me. The Doctor was on my desk,(not far from his pillow-bed.) reading my copy of the prisoner of Azkaban when I walked into the room. It was a large soft cover copy, about his size. He sat on his knees and used both hands to turn the pages.

"haven't read this book in a while!" he acknowledged me with happily as he continued to read. I noticed that his socks and other various items were drying over a pencil. I neither commented nor speculated. I used the pole to turn on the air conditioner, and went back to my copy of a hitchhikers guide to the galaxy. I kept sneaking glances at him, but as his back was turned to me on the bed, I don't think he knew. After lee came back, pajama'd and clean we all read on our beds. Lee selected a copy of Ella Enchanted from my personal library. After Author had met Zaphod Beeblebrox, my eyes grew heavy and I lay down and closed them. Next thing I knew I opened them again and the lights were off. I went back to sleep.

Doctor's POV.

The bath was very nice. It had been a while since I had washed up in a tub in a house. The small bottles of shampoo and conditioner were a nice touch, and were small enough for me to easily open. Honey-vanilla, smells good. The hot water soothed the tension right out of me. I washed up and clambered out of the tub with help from the towel. It was a such a kind gesture to offer me a washing up. And it was a bigger deal that she had found a way to let me do it by myself and keep some of the little dignity I had left. As I was putting my clothes on, I overheard the girls taking. They didn't sound very happy. In fact, they sounded downright sad! I tip-toed out the door and focused in on what they were saying.

"…drop us off back here in New York." he herd lee say.

"but…" Sara added sadly and weakly.

"We CAN NOT tell him what is going to happen! Its fixed! It has to happen!" lee almost yelled. Him? Me? Lee lets out a sigh and continues in a much calmer and lower tone.

"I don't like it any more than you do. But we cant mess with this. I need you to promise me that you will not say, or even hint to something happening in Manhattan. Promise!" I heard a long stretch of silence. But something must have happened, because the next thing I hear is

"c'mon. lets go downstairs and wash our faces." I hear the girls getting up. I high-tail it back to the bathroom and jump behind the door before they realize that I heard anything. They say nothing as they head downstairs. Sara sniffs loudly. They'd been crying! What's going to happen in Manhattan? And why would it make them cry? I hear water splashing downstairs. I'm guessing that they know something is going to happen. Something important, and it'll be in Manhattan. But what wouldn't they like? I put on a smile as they come upstairs. As far as they know, I haven't heard anything.

"next shift!" I declare, walking into the bedroom. Sara heads in while lee walks into the room with me. I almost trip over a board of wood on the floor that I didn't see. I recognize the game.

"mancala!" I exclaim, and pick up one of the pieces. It was almost twice the size of my fist.

"I suppose it would be a waste of time to ask you if you played?" lee asked, Standing behind me.

I nodded. "the Egyptians created this game a long, long time ago." lee nodded.

"I know. Sara told me." I dropped the piece back into its hole.

"cant really play it properly at this size." I said a little sadly.

"but it would make a great workout." lee joked. I chuckled. I noticed the bookcase in the corner of the room next to the desk. This was the first time I saw it from this angle. I didn't realize she had so many books! I made my way over and saw what was at the bottom. The Harry Potter series! All of them except number five. I selected a soft cover copy of the third book and tried to pull it out. I knew lee was pretending not to watch. I was pretty sure she wouldn't help me unless I asked. I tried again t pull out the book, but it was wedged in tight!

"lend a hand?" I asked, not even turning around. Lee bent down (and to my delight, with some difficulty) pulled the book out. I turned around and asked her for a ride to the desk. Using her other hand, she gently wrapped her fingers under my arms and around my torso and lifted me up. She set the book next to me on the desk. I thanked her. She stood for a few more moments before picking out a book for herself from a higher shelf and sat down on the lower bed to read. I took the washed socks from my hat and draped them over a pencil, along with my jacket, bow tie, suspenders and hat. Since when did I have so many accessories to my outfits? Since always, I remind myself. From the coats to the scarf, the hats, and even the cape! THAT was a long time ago! It took a few minutes to figure out how to operate turning the pages, but I worked it out. Not long after, Lee switched places with Sara, who said not a word as she sat down on her bed and read. I could feel her staring at me a few times. I heard her sniffle lightly a few times. She was sad. And I couldn't acknowledge it. At one point I almost got up to give her a hug when I remembered my current situation. I debated asking her straight out what it is she wasn't supposed to tell me. But she had promised lee she wouldn't. Sara was loyal and honest to the core. She would be torn if I asked her that. Later, lee came in. we all were reading in our respective areas for a while. I lost track of time when I saw lee get up and pull the blanket over her slumbering friend, who unconsciously snuggled into it. Lee locked eyes with me and gestured to the light switch. I nodded and pulled an old receipt off the desk to use as a bookmark. She turned off the lights as I was getting comfy. Tomorrow is a new day. I wonder what it will bring, I wondered as I let slumber take over.