Hi, everyone! In this story, you'll get to experience one-shots and AUs pertaining to my Historical Love storyline! You don't have to have read any of the stories in the series, but it'll help build the story a little bit.

Anyway, here is my first AU involving 10 and Victoria Harkness-Jones. In this particular one-shot, Victoria and the Doctor are 'dating' so to speak, and she's not a Time Lady, just an adventurous human. This is just plain fluff and cuteness. Some of the pictures described are based on my own childhood pictures!

Well, I hope you all enjoy this first story, and I'd love to hear feedback or ideas you'd like to see Victoria and the Doctor in. This will include 9-12 (I'd add 13 but I haven't gotten around too it yet). I don't own Doctor Who, just Victoria. Shout out to my friend Allison for reading over this for me.

Enjoy!

"Whatcha reading?"

I looked up, startled to see the Doctor standing in the doorway of my room. He had his arms crossed and was leaning against the frame, watching me with a small smile.

The last time I had visited my parents, they gifted me a photo album to look through, and I had finally found the time to gaze through it.

I was sitting cross-legged on my bed with the album in my lap, halfway through the book when he asked what it was. "Nothing," I told him, perhaps a bit too fast all while slamming the cover shut. There was no way he could see these pictures, he'd tease me for days on end.

"Well," he drew out, taking a few steps towards my bed, putting his hands in his pockets. "We both know that's a lie."

"And why is that?"

"You're tugging at your drawstrings," he pointed out, giving me a look.

I looked down at my hands in surprise, not really having noticed I was fiddling with the strings. I released them immediately, refusing to look at him as my cheeks got hot.

"Yeah, well…" I started, looking away as I tried to think of something to say.

"You're also hiding a book under your blanket," he said, toeing his shoes off as he sat on the edge of my bed.

I stared at him with a pout for a moment before finally giving in. "Oh, fine. My parents gave me a photo album the last time I visited."

I released my grip on the book out to show him. His face lit up with a devious smile and he reached forward to grab the book.

I pulled the book back and over my head. "Uh uh. Nope. You got to promise me you won't laugh."

"I promise, cross my hearts. And, if it'll make you feel better, I'll show you some of my old pictures."

His grin was wide and very contagious, and I couldn't stop myself from smiling back.

"Deal."

His face lit up even brighter, and I handed him the photo album. He opened the book, and he immediately started laughing.

"Theta, you promised," I cried, slapping his shoulder lightly.

"Oh, you can't tell me that you haven't laughed at this," he said through his laughter. He was full-blown belly laughing at the first picture, and I knew it would only get worse from here.

The picture of me was taken when I was around two years old, probably in 2002. My long hair was unruly, definitely not having been brushed yet. My face was emotionless, a blank look in my eyes. My mouth and surrounding face were stained with red, having just eaten loads of cotton candy. I was holding a Spongebob Squarepants food tray out to one of my parents, most likely Jack.

"Yeah, you're right. When my dad showed me I started crying with laughter."

He flipped to the next page to show a picture of a smiling Jack and Ianto with me in between them. My smile was wide and gummy, so much to the point that my eyes were squinting and you couldn't tell what color they were. "Aw, you're so cute. What happened?"

I gave him another look, but he leaned down and kissed my cheek with a smile. "Shut up, Theta, and keep looking."

He chuckled while flipping to the next. "Now this, this is amazing."

One of my hands was holding onto a Van de Graaf ball, causing my ginger hair to stand up straight away from my head, while the other was waving at my parents behind the camera. I looked crazed, but there was the underlying childhood cuteness that radiated off of me.

"You're adorable, you know that?"

"Liar, I look insane."

"Insanely adorable," he rebutted, causing me to blush.

"Oh, hush. Look, not all of them are terrible," I told him, skipping a few pages.

"This one," I said, pointing at the picture, "was taken when I was five. It was my first day of Kindergarten and my dad wanted a commemorative picture."

It was a simple picture, but it was one of the better ones. I was standing in front of a bush covered in red flowers, and my hair was pulled up into a high ponytail. I was wearing a yellow sundress with a jean jacket over top of it.

"Again, absolutely adorable."

I smiled up at him before moving on. There were some of me in middle school, there was my high school graduation too. At that point, we had reached unchartered territory, as I hadn't gone past this point in the book.

As I flipped to the next picture, the two of us froze for a moment, taking in the photograph. I let out a long, deep breath as I stared at the picture, a warm, fuzzy feeling flowing through me.

"I didn't know Jack had current pictures of you," the Doctor murmured, tracing the outline of the picture lightly.

It was a picture of the two of us sitting together on a couch, his arm wrapped around my shoulder as I leaned into him. I was looking up at him, a wide grin plastered on my face as my eyes shone with happiness. The Doctor was looking down at me, love reflected in his smile and eyes.

The next picture was practically the same as the last, with both of us cuddling on the couch, except in this picture his hand was cupping my cheek as we kissed lightly.

"I'm glad he did," I whispered, looking back up at the Doctor.

And just like in the picture, he cupped my cheek and went in for a kiss. It was a slow, delicate kiss, full of love and devotion.

I pulled back after a moment, having run out of air, but leaned my forehead against his. "I love you."

He moved his head up slightly and kissed my nose, and then my cheek, and then my forehead, and then my lips again. "I love you too, Vie."