Series 1 - Episode 8 - Father's Day Epilogue:

"Sorry Valarie." The Doctor spoke sincerely, walking in slowly behind her as she laughed, looking up from her book at him.

"It's alright. I was angrier earlier but right now, I'm fine with it." She replied, putting her bookmark in the new book she was reading. She watched as the Doctor sat in his chair, a little more relieved now that he saw that she wasn't about to slap him for being so hypocritical and as a result, putting her in a lot of danger and pain. "Plus, I wouldn't be able to resist Rose's pleading eyes either." She smirked, taking a sip of her hot chocolate as the Doctor laughed a little awkwardly, scratching the back of his neck. "I guess you're not throwing her out then?" She confirmed, raising an eyebrow at the Doctor who smiled a little sheepishly.

"I'll give her another chance." He agreed as Valarie laughed, sinking in her seat.

"I knew you could never do it." She smirked as he rolled his eyes, regretting even saying that he would throw her out. He had lost his temper, he realised he probably should never do that again in front of Valarie, the friend who never let anyone get away with anything. He should be careful what he said in front of her, she would remember it all.

"So, what do you want to learn today?" He asked, clapping his hands together to move on as she straightened up, ready to learn.

"Um, I finished Alien Planets 101." She began, still laughing a little at the title. "And I started spaceship mechanics, mainly just because it interested me." She began as the Doctor held out a hand for the book, scanning through it by himself before understanding what she was talking about.

"The models or the guns?" He asked, making it extremely clear what he didn't want to talk about. Valarie may have wanted to learn about advanced guns, but the Doctor didn't do things that way. If she wanted to know, she'd have to find another teacher.

"Model 1 does seem a bit better than Model 2." She began and he nodded, remembering that period of time.

"Model 1 was designed to be a scouting ship, for missions and to see what was out there. Model 2 was made for luxury and comfort so it doesn't have any of those other programs." He began as Valarie nodded, taking it all in. "But Model 32 is the best model for guns because then they met the Chula race, a warrior race." He advised, not wanting to tell her that she was not to do her own research if she wanted. He just knew that he wouldn't encourage guns or any learning about it because that was not how she travelled. Valarie knew that, he knew she wouldn't dare try to bring out a gun on any of their adventures, she would stick to the rules. But she couldn't help the urge to learn about it, she had been a soldier in the past.

"Thanks." She smiled before getting back to her reading and trying her best not to flip through to Model 32, although it became impossible to resist and she did it. A few minutes later, the Doctor was interrupted from his own reading.

"What about these later models? Are these all Chula designs?" She asked, referring to the picture as the Doctor took a closer look.

"Yeah, the entrance through the roof was a war tactic to catch valuable soldiers when they abandoned their own ships." He explained, then going on to elaborate about every single aspect of the ship that she pointed out. Valarie nodded, taking it all in before moving on to ask about the Chula ambulances. "You tell me about this one." He challenged as Valarie nodded, instantly understanding that this was her first test.

"Well, these ones are stocked with nanogenes to help the patients quickly and entrances on both sides to catch potential patients falling from either side. It doesn't have a tractor beam though, not needing one. Um, the design is completely different, this one is a cylinder." Valarie analysed, looking over the picture, stopping as she saw nothing else to note. "I think that's it." She finished and the Doctor nodded before stopping and pointing out one thing.

"You covered mostly all of it but the ambulance has less space. And no remote control." He added as Valarie nodded, remembering it as she let out a noise of acknowledgement as he spoke.

"Oh yeah, I forgot about that." She remembered, studying the book further as she put her feet up on the chair as she read further.

"Valarie, are you okay?" The Doctor asked after a few moments.

"Yeah, you alright?" She asked in reply, not really understanding what he meant.

"No, I mean. How are the dreams?" He specified and she looked up, putting the book on her knee to give the Doctor her full attention.

"They're… getting better. They are still bad when they happen, but they don't happen so often. I think it's because I'm so tired, my brain won't let me dream." She replied honestly, looking at her fingers as the Doctor absorbed the knowledge, nodding.

"Are you happy on the TARDIS?" He asked nervously, not wanting to hear a certain answer.

"Yeah, it does come with death but it's definitely better than anything I could've imagined. It's a lot more fun than just being on Earth. I'm not depressed if that's what you're wondering." She reassured as he breathed a silent sigh of relief. "I just need time." She breathed as the Doctor smiled.

"I can help with that." He smirked as she laughed, nodding in confirmation before picking up the book again and continuing to study the pictures and book for all the information it could give her. By the end of the hour, she was practically an expert on warships and ambulances but not so much on when to stop studying as by the next hour, she was dozing off in the chair, the book acting as a bridge from her knees to her chin as her head lolled to the side.

And as usual, the Doctor carried her to her room and put her in the bed, letting her sleep without nightmares for the 10th night in a row. It was something of a streak that they were very proud of, and the fact that they'd managed to hide it from Rose who still had no idea about their late night study sessions. They thought it better that way because she would obviously want to try and stay up with them to support her. Rose was kind like that. So they didn't tell her, and she didn't find out.