The three of them. The team. The posse. Off they go, through time, and space.
Carefree and full of joy. They'd given out high fives. Nothing could bring them down. The moods were good and the happiness flowing. He'd got used to the Captain by now. Free to tease and ready to flirt.
No longer possessive.
Comfortable.
At ease.
Afterwards, walking away from the Tardis, she'd been jumping around, excited at the prospect of exploring. She'd grabbed his hand and he had basked in her contentment. Despite his calm demeanour, he had been happy to let her experience the energised thrill by his side.
Always happy to have her there.
She loved the unknown. He loved how she loved the unknown.
She held his hand and he found new delight in the universe, seeing it through her eyes.
