A/N: Ok, the next few oneshots are all based on one quote – it's really long though so I've sort of broken it up a bit. Hope you like – I'll put the whole quote in below and then the bit that this chapter is on!

Oh yeah, this is especially for ScreamsOnScreen who is an awesome reviewer and feels the need for a bit fluff... x

"Find a guy who calls you beautiful instead of hot, who calls you back when you hang up on him, who will lie under the stars and listen to your heart beat, or will stay awake just to watch you sleep…wait for the boy who kisses your forehead, who wants to show off to the world when you're wearing sweatpants, who holds your hand in front of his friends, who thinks you're just as pretty without make up on. One who is constantly reminding you of how much he cares and how lucky he is to have you…The one who turns to his friends and says, 'That's her'."

"Find a guy who calls you beautiful instead of hot"

" 'Scuse me, hot stuff, can I just get past?"

Ella moved back slightly to let the mechanic reach past her. He picked up the part he needed and moved back to the ship he was working on.

"Thanks, babe."

Ella scowled at him. Absolute strangers calling her 'babe' was something she really hated, always had done. 'Love' was bad enough and 'darlin' was infuriating, but 'babe' totally did her head in.

No girl would walk up to a bloke on another planet and start calling him 'babe' so why did they seem to think it would work the other way round?

In other circumstances she might have started questioning the annoying grease monkey on this subject but as it was they were on a mission and the Doctor was talking so the chance of her getting a word in edgeways was very slim.

"So, what do you think? How long would it take to get a pananin modulator?"

The Doctor looked only vaguely anxious, his gaze was wandering admiringly over the technology displayed in this intergalactic garage. Ella was about more concerned about getting off this rock at some point in the future.

The mechanic breathed in through his teeth.

"Well, takes a while to be delivered, and then we're rushed off our feet – be a few weeks till we can fit it."

"A few weeks!" Ella exclaimed, annoyed. The other two ignored her.

"I don't need it fitted, I just need the part." The Doctor explained, fumbling in his pockets. "And if it could also reverse the adverse effects of the vortex on my hot water system at the same time, that would be fantastic."

He sent the mechanic a beaming look, the other man merely looked puzzled.

"Doctor, we just want the part that will fly the thing, ok? The hot water's fine." Ella turned to the mechanic with expectantly raised eyebrows. "So how long till the part is delivered?"

"Um," he scratched the back of his neck. "In that case, one maybe two days."

"Brilliant." Ella declared. "Doctor, pay the man."

She really wanted to just get this over and done with and go home.

"Right," the Doctor finally withdrew his hand from his pocket and displayed the clear plastic discs that stood for currency on this planet. "This should cover it."

The mechanic looked down into his hand, back at his face and then down at his hand again. Before bursting out laughing. The Doctor looked offended.

"What?" he demanded, also looking down into his hand.

"Ah, mate, I thought you seriously wanted the part." The mechanic gasped out through his guffaws.

"I do!" the Doctor protested.

"Well, get a job then. That lot wouldn't buy you a cup of tea."

Ella stared at the mechanic for a moment, taking in what he had said, before turning a furious look on the Doctor and planting her hands on her hips. He looked deflated.

"Oh. Right." He closed his hand and put the money back in his pocket. "Post inflation, is it?" he remarked conversationally.

Five minutes later they were walking away from the garage. The Doctor had his hands in his pockets and appeared to be doing some not too strenuous thinking, any minute now he'd probably start whistling. Ella was trudging along by his side, fuming silently. This didn't last long.

"Four!" she exclaimed suddenly and the Doctor jumped slightly before turning to look at her. "We have been to four garages looking for that stupid part and when we do finally find it you – " she poked him in the chest. " – don't have any money! I have been called 'love' and 'darlin' and 'sweetheart' and 'babe' – " she pronounced the word with loathing. " – all morning and we have got nothing to show for it! Except for the fact that I am now covered in grease!"

She opened her arms to show him her clothes, which were indeed smeared with almost irremovable grease. She had a smudge on her cheek as well. Despite the force of her tirade the Doctor smiled at her, just a little. Reaching out a hand he tried to rub the grease from her face with his thumb. It had little to no effect, but he did try. Ella appeared a little mollified.

"Sorry," he apologized simply. "We'll go and get some money and then go back, won't take long I promise." She nodded but didn't look particularly cheerful. "Anyway, despite the grease, I think you look beautiful."

She turned to look at him in surprise, eyes widening, but he wasn't looking at her anymore. Instead, he was staring ahead trying to work out where they could get some money. Ella gave a small grin and walked forward to take his hand. He glanced down at her and they shared a look before walking towards the nearest town where the Doctor could charm some unsuspecting person out of their hard earned cash.

A/N: Hope you enjoyed it!

If you would like to read another story with Ella in check out Summer of 64 – co-written with Firebreathing Fishies it's a crossover with both our OCs. Link on my profile to haveabanana

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