"What're you doing?"

Serena entered the living room to find her girlfriend kneeling in front of the coffee table, once again, with piles of paper spread over the surface in front of her. Picking one of the sheets up and casting an interested eye over it quickly, the brunette could see that they were confidential UNIT files. She sighed, knowing how much trouble Emily would be in if anyone realised she'd been removing them from the Tower.

"Em…"

"What?"

"Why are these here?" Serena asked bluntly. "I thought we decided that it wasn't a good idea for you to bring them home."

The younger woman sighed. "I know, but if Mum's going to take me seriously and let me do something other than filing all the time, then I need to learn as much as I can."

"Don't give me that, Emily Stewart. You were blown up a couple of months ago; you cannot tell me that happened while you were filing."

"I was, actually." Her girlfriend retorted. "Well… cataloguing, anyway. Which is equally tame."

"So why are these files here?"

"I'm familiarising myself with them. At the moment Osgood is the main authority on the Doctor and his known associates." Emily explained distractedly, hunting through one of the files for a piece of information she'd been reading. "I've got a good knowledge, but I want to be–"

"Indispensible."

"It's alright for you," the younger woman huffed, leaning back against the sofa, "you're Serena Fucking Campbell… Queen of AAU."

Serena laughed. "You've got to stop saying that… people will start thinking 'Fucking' is my legal middle name. But I honestly don't know why you're worrying about it; you're good at your job and it's already been extended from a couple of weeks work experience to months on a contract."

"Yes, but Mum is determined to find a way to end that contract. Especially after the incident the other month."

"You can't blame her, darling." The older woman reasoned gently, moving to stand behind her girlfriend. She placed one hand on her shoulder and combed the fingers of the other gently through Emily's hair, receiving a contented sound in response. "You're her daughter and she's worried about you. You nearly died, sweetheart. We almost lost you."

"But you didn't… I'm still right here."

"Mmm… you're right here obsessing over papers." With a sigh, Serena moved towards the kitchen door.

"Not obsessing. I'm sorting. I need to start archiving information about this latest regeneration, too."

"You can't archive something that hasn't happened yet!" Serena laughed.

Emily winked at her. "Maybe you can't…"

"D'you want a drink?"

"If you're putting the kettle on…" Emily murmured distractedly.

"Well, I'm opening a bottle, anyway."

"I'll have a lager then, thanks, babe."

Emily barely registered the couple of moments Serena was out of the room. She continued to look over the information spread out in front of her. Swearing as she knocked Madam Vastra's file off the coffee table and spilled its contents across the carpet, the young woman gathered the pages together and hastily attempted to put them back together in the correct order.

"Here, you go."

Smiling up at her girlfriend, she accepted the proffered bottle and took a quick swig, before returning her attention to the information once more.

Serena reached down and shuffled the papers around on the table before arching an eyebrow, "Donna Noble, River Song and… Sarah Jane Smith? Does the Doctor only travel with women? Mostly young, all very attractive women at that?"

"There are some non-women in here, too." Emily informed her with a smirk of amusement, motioning towards the pile. "See… Adric… Jamie McCrimmon… Rory Williams… K9."

"Is that a robot dog?"

"Pretty cool, huh?"

Serena didn't look convinced, but said nothing. Emily knew that her girlfriend didn't understand her fascination with the Doctor and everything that went with the Gallifreyan. Rather than speaking, the older woman continued to look through the files. Although she was well aware she should not be letting Serena anywhere near the information, Emily simply watched her curiously. She took in the way surgeon's eyes paused on certain faces, lines, snippets of information; how she seemed almost wary about what she might find out.

"Which one is your favourite?"

"Huh?" Emily blinked, jumping as her girlfriend broke the quiet. "Favourite what?"

"Favourite… assistant? Person who travelled with the Doctor? Whatever they're called…"

The younger woman shrugged. "I'm not sure. They're all extraordinary in their own way. I mean… take any of them; totally ordinary until they bumped into the Doctor. There was no magic or anything involved… all it took were the right circumstances and the Doctor showing them what they were truly capable of and they became… wonderful." Emily's finger lingered on the picture of Bill Potts that was stapled to the front sheet of her file. "Doesn't hurt that a lot of them are gorgeous, too."

"Oh, really?"

Emily looked up sharply. "Before I met you I'd have been like a kid in a candy shop… begging the Doctor to let me meet them."

"Before?"

"Of course, before, you daft cow." The younger woman told her quickly. "Now, you could throw a dozen Amy Ponds at me and I wouldn't even blink."

"Just checking."

The young brunette smiled softly at her girlfriend, leaning in and kissing her softly, before pulling back and cupping her cheek gently. She watched the dark eyes contemplating her carefully, holding their gaze until she saw the acceptance of what she'd said. Smiling more broadly, Emily ran her eyes over Serena quickly.

It was only then that the twenty-year-old realised what her girlfriend was wearing. Or rather, what she wasn't wearing. She had on one of her trademark very expensive, long, floaty blouses over a tight black vest top. The way she was leaning over the table afforded the younger brunette a delicious view of her cleavage. Emily sincerely hoped that Serena hadn't had quite so many buttons undone at work as she did now. She also hoped that Serena had been wearing trousers while she'd been at the hospital. Eyeing her appearance appreciatively, Emily guessed that her girlfriend had shed her clothing in the few moments when she'd left the room.

"I'm assuming Jason's out?"

"Hmmm?" Serena looked at Emily with a faux-innocent expression on her face. "Why would you assume that, darling?"

"Because if Jason was coming home any time soon I doubt you'd practically be daring me to fuck you right here on the floor." The younger woman replied bluntly.

Serena feigned surprise, given away by the twitching of her lips into a smirk. "Would I do that?"

"Yes." Emily replied simply, standing and walking Serena backwards until her legs banged into the sofa and she toppled onto it. "Yes, you really would, Ms Campbell."