"This is insane" you whisper as you walk hand-in-hand with the Doctor down one of the narrow streets of Paris.

"Well insanity is often necessary to be a genius" the Doctor retorts. The two of you swiftly step into an alleyway and speed walk to the end where it branches off to the left and comes out at another small street, this one less crowded. The Doctor leads you a bit further until you come to a small building tucked among a few local shops.

The Eiffel tower is in view and the setting sun is reflecting off it's metal. You and the Doctor squeeze into a narrow alley beside the building that separates this one and the one beside it. There's a back door that the Doctor quickly sonics open and pulls you inside with him before shutting it and locking it again.

The Doctor explained in between making out sessions the previous night that the Eiffel Tower is planning on going completely green and having it's own solar panels and everything but until then, this building contains it's energy power.

You pass down the back hallway unseen and pass many plain gray locked doors. At the end of the hallway, it branches into two passages. One leads to the front desk and one leads into the electricity room where all the switches can be accessed.

Before either of you can make the decision on which way to go, one of the doors behind you opens and out steps a balding man with a nameplate that reads manager across the top. He's looking down at his clipboard but notices the pair of you when he's about a yard away.

"Who are you?" he sputters.
The Doctor pulls the psychic paper out of his inside jacket pocket and holds it up for the man to see.

"We're just the city inspectors. We've come to check that the uh energy and everything is working properly. Don't want a malfunction do we" he adds a charming smile at the end and waits for the manager to respond.

The manager squints his eyes and then glances at the pair of you, halting for a second to appraisingly sweep your outfit. You chose to wear a grey pencil skirt with a navy blue blouse and navy low-tops. You're trying to look professional but a showdown with an alien requires comfortable shoes.

The Doctor of course is wearing his white hi-tops with that brown pinstripe suit you love. You're convinced he doesn't own anything but converse. Luckily for him, it's a good look and if you have a thing for men in converse now you're totally blaming him.

"Sorry, you weren't on the list of visitors, chief inspector" the manager says clearing his throat and straightening his posture.
"hmm chief inspector" the Doctor says testing the title out.

"and who is your companion?" the man asks. You're feeling a bit crept out and you would say that it's the age difference but standing beside a 900 and something year old alien, your argument wouldn't hold much weight.

"This is my partner, Ms…" the Doctor looks at you attempting to come up with a last name that doesn't match his, Smith, because the odds that a married couple are working in inspection together is pretty slim.

"Harker. Ummm Scarlett Harker" you offer your hand to shake. Reading about vampires yesterday made you think of Dracula and then you panicked but at least the guy doesn't appear to have made any connection between your fake name and a fictional character so it's all good. He takes it and shakes your hand for a bit too long.

"So if you could lead us to the generators, that'd be lovely" the Doctor inserts eyeing the man now because his attraction to you is painstakingly obvious.

"Right this way" the man says brushing by you and towards the end of the hallway to your left. The Doctor rests his hand on the small of your back and you can't resist a small smile. The man fiddles with the chain of keys attached to his belt loop before finding the right one and inserting it into the door knob.

The room is dimly lit and he flicks a switch on the adjacent wall. Dim lights overhead flicker before settling into a pale glow. The man steps aside as you and the Doctor pass by. He eyes the hand the Doctor has on your back but doesn't comment.

"Anything I can get you, just let me know" and his gaze flicks to you at the end of his sentence."
"We're quite alright" the Doctor replies shortly and you raise an eyebrow at the man when he looks at you again before scurrying off back down the passage to probably go lay around at the front desk.

The door closes on its own creakily and clicks when it comes to a complete close. You turn around to face the Doctor and raise your eyebrow.
"What?" he asks defensively.

You just smirk and strut closer, letting your hips sway a bit more. You place your hands on the back of his neck, fiddling with his hair and resting your arms on his shoulders.

He places his hands gently on your hips and pulls you closer so you can feel his lean body pressed against yours.
"I hate to say it my dear, but jealousy looks quite attractive on you" you quipped.

"I don't know what you're talking about" he says straight-faced but his eyes give him away, they're shining with amusement and playfulness.
"Sure" you drawl, leaning in to peck the corner of his mouth which you feel twitch almost into a smile.

"Well you should know that I can get very possessive" he murmurs in a rich voice that sends butterflies into your stomach.
"Oh I know. I thought for sure you'd never speak to me again when I hid your sonic screwdriver"

"That was not funny" he pouts.
"Well you were being a twat that day."

His pout grows even more. You giggle and thread one of your hands into his hair to pull his lips gently to yours.

He instantly stops pouting and returning your affection by encircling your waist with his lithe, strong arms and holding you against him. You put one arm around his shoulders and run one hand through his hair lovingly and he makes a pleased sound in his throat.

He lets you take a breath but his lips are only an inch away from yours so you can feel his warm breath ghosting over your mouth.

"How long do we have?" you ask. He said that you two had to wait until it was dark enough to turn the lights on and try and coax the monster out.

The sudden change in atmosphere should be enough to arouse it and then the Doctor would try and talk to it and get it to leave to somewhere more lighted. You'd have to work quickly because it would only take a few moments for the manager to notice that the machine was going and then you and the Doctor have to sprint to the Eiffel Tower to have a chat with the friendly little beastie. Maybe not so little.

"Oh about half an hour" the Doctor replies with a smirk and claims your lips in a kiss more passionate than the previous one. A door closes down the hallway and you jump in shock breaking the kiss.

The Doctor and you break into giggles feeling like two teenagers who've snuck into the high school closet between classes. You place your head on his chest still wrapped in his embrace and let your racing heart calm down from the exhilaration of getting caught any moment.

The Doctor leans against one of the machines with you still in his arms and brings one hand up to stroke through your hair. You sigh and raise your head to look into his content gaze.

You could get lost in those warm brown eyes and you almost do most of the time. You go back to resting your head on his chest and hope the next half hour doesn't pass too quickly.


The manager doesn't attempt to come in and check on progress and lucky for him or he might of caught you in the middle of a very non-working situation.

There's a small, about a foot wide and half a foot tall, window at the top of the side wall and you can see the evening approaching faster. Straightening up and stepping out of the Doctor's arms you step closer to the machine and turn to see the Doctor pulling out his sonic. Show time.

It doesn't take long for the Doctor to open the lock of the power box and flip all the switches and press all the buttons. He sonics it one more time and looks up at you with a grin.

"Locked in place! It'll take a while to undo before they can turn off the power. Off we go then!" and he slips his hand in yours and creeps with you out the door and dashing off down the hallway until you step out into the dimming twilight.

You'll have to ask the Doctor if you can stay another day after this. You'd love to take your time and watch the sunset over Paris.

The Eiffel Tower is just a couple streets over luckily so at the Doctor's running pace, you reach it in no time. Even from where you're at you see it lit up with white light. It looks ethereal and a true sight to behold.

When you finally reach it, the Doctor dashes straight to the elevator because even as fast as he is, it'd take forever to huff it up the seemingly endless stairs. The doors ding to a stop and open at a leisurely pace.

They slide shut and the Doctor is bouncing on the tip of his toes in anxiousness. You can feel your own adrenaline pumping and can feel the energy thrumming through you. You're halfway up when you hear the creaking.

"Doctor?" you say cautiously. You can see the second floor approaching from above and hope you can at least make it to there.

The groaning of metal becomes distinctively louder and the Doctor takes your hand in his and pulls you closer to his side. His eyes are scanning the surrounding structure and you can feel your heart pounding now from not only adrenaline but fear also. Gripping the Doctor's hand tighter you take a breath. Suddenly the elevator drops.

Not much, just an inch or two but enough to make you gasp and cling to the Doctor's arm. He has a look of panic but also wonder and you hope he's not about to attempt to study the thing as your life, and his, are potentially in danger. The loudest roar of moving metal yet sounds from above and suddenly you're falling again, this time without stopping.

The Doctor scrambles for his sonic in his coat pocket and finally pulls it out and aims it at the top of the elevator. It jerks to a halt resulting in the two of you falling in a heap on the floor.

The Doctor stands, pulling you with him, and holds out his sonic like a weapon. You've fallen to the first floor now and you can see a platform straight ahead. The Doctor slowly approaches the doors of the elevator and you reluctantly follow since you're still attached to his side.

He sonics the doors and wrenches them open. "What are you doing!?" you hiss.
"Come on" he says stepping out onto the platform with you in tow. You release his arm to step to the railing and look down. Rather foolish of you because it didn't make you feel any better at all to be this high up on a tourist attraction of death.

"Come on girl, it's okay" the Doctor is muttering as he approaches a metal beam.
"or boy. I wouldn't really know I haven't met one of you before. What are you?" he holds out his sonic as if to probe the framework but the metal starts making a screeching noise and he holds up his hands.

"Alright alright. I'm putting it away. It's okay" he consented and slowly put the screwdriver back in his coat. "What is you want?"

You step away from the railing and move to stand next to the Doctor but the metal below your feet starts rippling suddenly a hole opens where you're standing and you let out a shriek as you drop.

You manage to catch hold of a beam directly below but not without bruising the left side of your ribcage first. You scramble for purchase on the cold metal just trying to keep your grip.

You risk a glance upward and see the hole has closed. You hear a cry of despair and identify it as the Doctor's. He can't see you even if he stood at the railing so he has no clue that you're alright, at least for now.

The first floor is 189 feet from the ground and you've already fallen at least ten. The Doctor is going to have an impossible time reaching you and that's going to be even more impossible if he doesn't deal with this thing first. The only option you have is to slowly climb down the rest of the way and hope you don't fall.

You start your descent and repeat a mantra of "don't look down" in your head. You do look down once you hear the creaking beginning again. The beams below your feet are bending into a ladder shape. You don't take the time to ponder about it but instead take advantage of this lucky occurrence.

Once you get the hang of climbing you can go a bit quicker, but cautiously of course. You estimate it takes you about ten to fifteen minutes to reach the ground and once you do you bend over and rest your hands on your knees focusing on breathing in and out.

Before you met the Doctor, the idea of doing that was absolutely insane and you probably would of just died. The Doctor makes you brave though and do things you never would have thought of. You've learned the art of being perfectly calm in a completely havoc situation.

You go back through the front door and eye the elevator doors. That's not an option so you turn to the stairs and groan. You take the stairs as quick as you can stopping to take a breath about halfway up. You did just narrowly escape death after all, you deserve it. Finally reaching almost the first floor you hear the Doctor talking.

"-this way. You have a choice to find a new home. A permanent home. That's more than even I can say. I'll help you if you want. Just tell me what you need" he begs to the beam he was talking to earlier.

His hair is sticking up from where his hands have been running through it in frustration and his eyes have a endless depth to them that shows barely concealed sadness. There's also a bit of anger lingering and you deduce that he must of went oncoming storm for a little while before you made it back up before realizing that tactic wasn't working. You're about to reveal yourself from the staircase when the beam groans in reply and slowly opens from the center.

A emerald colored light emits from the hole, slowly growing bigger and you stand hidden in wonder. An almost feminine voice droned "How can you help me?". It's voice echoed as if underwater and it contained a singing quality that reminded you of sirens in a movie you once watched.

The Doctor gaze is curious and amazed and he puts on his glasses, even if he doesn't need them, to have a better look. The corner of your lip quirks up at that unique habit of his.

"I can help you find a better place than this. One less inhabited. These people have done nothing wrong and deserve peace" the Doctor dictates in a commanding voice even though his face is still one of curiosity.

"I have done nothing wrong to these creatures" the light singsongs. You suppose you should feel insulted at being called a creature but you have been calling it a thing for the past couple days and it's not the first time you've been insulted by an alien.

"What about my companion?" the Doctor queries, anger tinting his tone.
The thing hums in disinterest and you're pretty sure that it knows you're not dead. You're also pretty sure it's the one that helped you climb down.

"There is no place for me now" the light finally omits. "My kin have stretched out across the galaxies and I was left alone to find a life source."

"Ah I see. So light is not only energy, it's your life." the Doctor commented.
"Yes" the light confirmed, dragging out the letter s.

"So why this place? Why not a star or something?" the Doctor retorted.
"Star? What is this star you speak of?" the light questioned.

"Let me ask you this. How old are you?" the Doctor declared in that tone of voice saying that he already knew the answer.
"I am but only half a century old. Abandoned at my creation to seek out my own home" the light confided.

"Left alone without a family. No one to tell you about the do's and don'ts of being a Lumienium. Oh yes! I know exactly what you are now and all that noise; all that kidnapping was just like a baby throwing a temper tantrum to get fed. All you wanted…was the light." the Doctor concludes.
"Now I have it" the light declares.

"Oh well not for long. You see, this planet is almost as energy absorbing as you and it's inhabitants are trying to fix that. Sorry to tell ya, but these lights will be off in a bit. I reckon we only have oh… about five more minutes left." the Doctor replies.

"What would you have me do? Die?" the light replies as bitterly as a songlike voice can muster.

"Oh never that. But I could relocate you. You're so young. You've barely lived yet! All those stars out there. All that light. You've yet to see it and when you do you won't be disappointed. You're too young to worry about dying." the Doctor finishes with a solemn demeanor.

You want to step out and reach for him so bad but you don't want to ruin his progress with the light thing. What was it called? A Lumienium.
"How?" the Lumienium replies simply.

"You see those dots up there?" the Doctor answers pointing at the now darkened sky. The stars are barely visible over the city lights but a few of the brightest ones are still twinkling. "Go straight up and past the atmosphere. There's a whole universe of burning bright little lights up there and plenty for you to pick and make your home." the Doctor whispers consolingly.

You realize that the Lumienium is just scared. It's scared and young. A bit like you were when you first set out among the stars. But you had the Doctor and it doesn't have anyone. The light doesn't reply and you worry that it's going to think it's being deceived.

All at once though, the emerald light grows bigger and bigger and starts pouring out of the center of the beam, stretching up higher and higher into the sky.
"Thank you Doctor" the Lumienium softly sings before it floats as if it's being carried on the wind higher until it's barely a visible green blurb.

You watch it disappear and hope it finds its way. The Doctor's sigh brings you back to Earth and you see his mask breaking down.

Oh god! You should have come out sooner! You leap up from the stairs and make your way to his side. He's standing with his back to you looking over the railing at the city below and you come and stand beside him. He's lost in his own thoughts and doesn't hear you approach.

"It's beautiful, isn't it?" you whisper. He jumps so suddenly you worry you gave his binary vascular system a heart attack. He looks at you as if you're not real and suddenly crushes you into his arms and presses his face into the crook of your neck.

Your ribs are aching but you don't care and wrap one arm around his shoulder and the other runs through his hair comfortingly. He doesn't let go for a while but pulls his face back a bit to look at you questioningly.

"You are just full of surprises" he bates, trying to get you to tell him how you're here.
"I caught a beam and made the arduous and slow descent to the ground. Speaking of which, you so owe me a crepe after I sprinted all the way up those stairs." you finish with a teasing smirk trying to use comedic relief to calm his obvious jittering nerves.

He doesn't say anything in reply but urgently captures your lips with his which you are perfectly fine with. His kiss is desperate and needy and his hands are balled into the fabric at the back of your shirt, pulling it from where it was neatly tucked into your skirt.

You keep one hand threaded in his hair and bring one to grip the lapel of his pinstripe suit. His kiss becomes less desperate and more passionate and you think he must be calming down from the whole ordeal. As his lips caress yours and his palms flatten against your back, you begin to completely forget the whole thing until its only you and him on one of Paris's most visited attractions under the beautiful dark blanket of sky.

You bring your hand up to rest on his cheek and stroke your thumb affectionately. He sighs and it almost sounds like in relief. You bring your other hand to cradle his face and pull back to see his eyes closed contently.

"Did you really think I'd leave you after all we've been through? After all we've finally been able to say to each other?" you whisper with a tender smile.
The still lit lights of the Eiffel Tower reflect in his now open dark chocolate eyes. They still look a bit sad but it's mixed with a staggering amount of love and you feel your heart racing not from adrenaline anymore, but from the disbelief that one person could look at you with so much feeling.

"I thought-" his voice breaks and you rest your forehead against his. You feel like you can't get close enough to him. That even if you turned to atoms and bonded together into one being, you still wouldn't be able to show the emotional connection you have for your Doctor. He smiles that bright grin that lights up his eyes and he saves just for you.

"You are brilliant. Have I ever told you that?"
"Once or twice." you reply flirtatiously.

"Not nearly as much as you deserve then" he murmurs his eyes looking into yours in way that makes you feel as if he can see your soul. He must like what he finds there because he presses his lips to yours in a gentle brief kiss.

"I mean it. Absolutely fantastic. Who else would have done what you did. I bet you didn't even panic" he ends with a proud smirk.

"Well…" you giggle and wrap your arms around his neck and return to hugging his tall form. You bury your face in his neck and inhale his unique scent. You can't really describe it as anything but safety, adventure, and everything that makes up your Doctor.

You don't know how long you stay like that, with the cool night breeze making you shiver and the Doctor having an excuse to hold you against him and transfer body heat. But you don't even care if you stayed like that all night until the first rays of the dusk rose and the people below got ready for a new day.

Eventually you yawn though and the Doctor chuckles and presses a kiss to your temple. Bringing his hands up to cup your face, he gives a final but lingering kiss. He puts his arm around your shoulder and you put yours under his coat and around his waist and the pair of you get in the now functioning properly elevator.

Maybe the Doctor overestimated the manager's intelligence because the lights were still shining radiantly when you reached the bottom. The descent and the walk back to the tardis is much faster than you had hoped.

You wonder why good things are always faster than bad things and maybe it's because the bad things seem like they last forever but they really aren't in retrospect; and we have to learn to appreciate the good things before they disappear.

The Doctor unlocks the tardis leisurely and pulls it shut behind him once you're in. The Doctor's arm is still around your shoulder and he seems reluctant to let you go. You turn to face him and encircle him in your arms.

"I should uh…let you get to bed" he admits reluctantly.
"You don't have to stay here uh…I mean you can um…come and just stay with me for a bit?" you finish as a question. The Doctor nods before you're even finished and you pull him along with you to your room.

"Um..I'll just go change real quick. You can…make yourself comfortable" and you grab a tank top and pair of shorts and shut the bathroom door behind you. Once you've changed and brushed your teeth and hair you reemerge and find the Doctor has taken his shoes, jacket and tie off and is now reclining with his ankles crossed on your small bed.

You shuffle across the floor and climb up to sit beside him. You curse mentally as a small yawn escapes again and glance over to see the Doctor smiling affectionately.

"Just sleep" he advises gently. You lean and grab the blanket off the end of your bed and pull it over you and the Doctor as you curl up next to him.

He puts his arm around you and you rest your head on his chest and listen to the soothing beating of his hearts. Sighing contently and cuddling closer, you feel the Doctor stroking your hair. His other hand holds yours against his chest and his thumb strokes the back of your hand as you feel yourself drifting off to sleep.

Before you fall asleep, you hear the Doctor say something in a different language. The tardis didn't translate it so you can only assume it's Gallifreyan and the thought warms your heart that he spoke it to you.

It sounded so beautiful but you'll probably forget to ask him what it means. Maybe you'll remember on your date re-do because there is no way you're leaving Paris, one of the cities of romance, without having a complete day of nothing but you and the timelord you love.