A/N: This chapter was inspired by the recommendation of "Half Crazy" by Jukebox the Ghost from BloodLily16 and partially by Colbie Calait's song "Bubbly" and the wonderful ideas of grapejuice101. Go listen to "Half Crazy"! BloodLily16's right; it totally works for the Doctor and Diana! I don't know exactly what BloodLily16 had in mind, but I think it really works for the Doctor's point of view towards Diana and how she acts sometimes. :D

I used this chapter to explore Diana's relationship with Six and how it varies to the other incarnations of the Doctor and to show how their feelings for one another are growing and/or changing. Also, this chapter is nothing but pure fluff. I mean that quite literally. There is so much fluff, it might make you sick.

The tightening of an arm around my waist woke me. My eyes flew open and I instinctively gripped the arm that was wrapped around me. A soft hum sounded in my ear, so I slowly turned my head to find the source of the noise. The Doctor was asleep behind me, his face buried in my shoulder and the hint of a smile on his lips.

I realized that we were on our sides and must have moved during our sleep. The Doctor tightened his arm around my waist even more and I inhaled sharply when the sensation tickled slightly. I sighed contenedly and closed my eyes again, nestling my head into the junction between his other arm and shoulder. It was difficult for me to fall asleep again, but I was happy just laying in the Time Lord's arms and relished the feeling of security I felt around him.

"I know you're awake," he suddenly mumbled against my shoulder.

"So are you," I answered with a smile.

I opened my eyes when the Doctor shifted his head so that his cheek was touching mine. A blush spread across my face when he gently kissed me on the cheek. Then he loosened the arm that was draped around my waist and started to sit up. I turned onto my other side and let out an annoyed sound as I reached for his arm.

"Don't go. I want to sleep some more."

"Well, I don't."

"Doctor," I pleaded. "You're warm and you're comfy. Come back."

Heaving a melodramatic sigh, he lay on his side in front of me. He bent his right arm and used it to hold up his head as I curled against his chest. Then he put his free arm around my hips and pulled me closer.

"There. Are you happy?"

"Much," I answered as I closed my eyes. Then I drifted back to sleep with a smile.

Seven Days Later

"Doctor, I swear! If you wake me up one more time, I will literally kill you."

"But, Diana, this is important."

I sat up in my bed, looking at the Doctor's outline in the doorway, and responded, "I couldn't care less about your stupid hair curlers."

"They are not hair curlers, they are cotton hair softeners. They make my hair as smooth as silk."

"That's very nice, Doctor, but I don't care."

I buried my head in my pillow and pulled my blanket over my head. The Doctor made a disappointed sound and said, "But they're torn! My hair will be rough and frizzy if I don't put these in. Do you really want to run your hands through my hair if it's rough and frizzy?"

The Doctor cried out when my pillow smacked him in the face. I grunted in frustration and folded my arms under my head, ignoring the soft protests that the Time Lord was muttering as he walked back to his room, taking my pillow with him.

Two Days Later

I grabbed the replica coat from the wardrobe and smiled, running my hand along the TARDIS walls. "Thanks, old girl," I told her. "Now can you help me change the colors?"

After the ship had fulfilled my request, I ran into the console room where the Doctor was repairing one of the roundels. He had taken off his coat so he could work better and was so immersed in his work that it was easy for me to replace the multi-colored coat with the black and gray one the TARDIS had supplied me with.

On my way out of the room, the Doctor said my name. I hurriedly hid the coat in a crumpled mess behind my back and smiled sweetly. "Yes?"

"Could you get me a snack?"

I pressed my lips together. "I'm not your room service, Doctor. This isn't a hotel."

"Could you please get me a snack?"

"Fine," I answered with a roll of my eyes.

"Not something that's stale, for goodness sake. And honestly, if I eat another banana, I think I'll be sick!"

"Is there anything else I can do for his majesty? Maybe get him a nice glass of arsenic or lace his dinner with rat poison?"

"No," the Doctor answered casually. "Thank you, though."

I rushed back to my bedroom and hid the Doctor's coat in my chest of drawers. Then I headed to the kitchen and prepared a small pate of food. I was nice enough to give the Doctor a snack that wasn't poisoned, spat on, or altered in some way, and was polite upon giving it to him.

It took him twenty minutes to discover that his coat was missing. I heard his yell of frustration all the way in my bedroom and giggled, pressing my face into the pillow to suppress the sound. The TARDIS hummed gently as the Doctor stormed through the ship, steadily approaching my room.

"Diana, what did you do to my coat?" he demanded.

I looked up at my bedroom door, expecting the Doctor to barge in, but was surprised to find the door locked. The TARDIS had locked him out and refused to let him in.

"Diana, let me in! You destroyed my coat!"

"No, I didn't," I laughed.

"Oh? So the coat I'm holding right now isn't mine and isn't the one you stole and dyed black?"

"I'm not at liberty to discuss that," I replied as I giggled again.

He banged on the door with his fist and tried the doorknob again. "Diana," he said warningly. "Really. This is childish."

"The TARDIS helped me," I told him, turning onto my stomach and drawing designs on my pillow with my finger. "So it's not just me who's to blame. In fact, it was her idea."

The clicking of my door unlocking startled me. Still lying on my stomach, I lifted my head and looked over my shoulder. The Doctor slowly pushed the door open and stared at me. I swallowed nervously and watched as he stepped into my room.

"I don't think the old girl appreciates you selling her out," the Doctor said with a smirk.

I scrambled to my feet and warily eyed the Time Lord as he started walking towards me. I had positioned the bed between us, but knew that wouldn't keep him from tickling me to death or locking me into a closet. Holding my arms slightly in front of me, I smiled at the Doctor.

"You know, I think I should go. I think there's a few books in the library that I haven't read yet."

"Oh, no." The Doctor advanced another few steps. "I don't think so."

Letting out a squeak, I darted around the edge of the bed and tried to snake past the Doctor. He managed to hook an arm around my waist and pull me back. I gasped and pushed my hands against his chest, pulling on his waistcoat as I tried to get away.

"This time, I'm getting my recompense in full."

"Can I request a rain check?" I asked.

The patronizing expression the Doctor gave me told me that I would have to deal with the prank in full. He dropped his coat from his free hand and then put it around my waist with his other arm. I gasped when he suddenly lifted me into the air and onto his shoulder.

"Doctor! What are you doing?"

He carried me out of my room and down the hall without a word, placing one hand on my right calf and the other on the back of my knees. I tried to look over my shoulder to see where we were going, but wasn't able to see past the Doctor's head. I sighed and shook my head.

"Doctor, put me down. I feel like a sack of potatoes."

He laughed and replied, "Well, my lovely sack of potatoes, you're going to get thrown into the pool and there's nothing you can say to change my mind."

"You're not," I said.

Less than a minute later, I was floating in the large pool with the Doctor standing on the edge with a pleased smile. I resurfaced and pushed my hair out of my eyes, then took a deep breath and dived down to grab my glasses from the pool floor. As I swam over to the side of the pool, the Doctor moved away from me and watched from a short distance.

"Did you have to throw me in with my glasses and the jacket?"

"Yes."

"It's practically ruined."

The Doctor stepped closer and inspected the jacket, leaning close to my face to look over the material. "It seems fine to me. Let it dry and I suppose it will be fine."

A mischievous idea popped into my mind. I threw my arms around his neck and pulled him against me, making sure to press my torso against his. "How do you like getting wet?" I growled. He put his hands on my waist and tried to push me away, but I stayed pressed against him. "Well? Are you enjoying it?"

"No," he grumbled.

I pulled back triumphantly and smiled. I started to put my glasses on when the Doctor pulled them out of my hands and pushed me in the shoulders, sending me back into the pool with a half-contained scream. After taking a couple of seconds to determine which direction was up, I swam back to the surface.

"I'm gonna kill you," I mumbled angrily.

The Doctor smirked and watched as I crawled out of the pool again. "I warned you once before, did I not?" I bowed my head and tried not to smile, but he saw the upward quirk of my lips. "Aha! That is a smile!"

Four Days Later

"You mean Tolkein actually sat here?"

The Doctor nodded and smirked. "Yes. And if I've gotten the time right, which I obviously have, he should be coming in right about... now."

I looked up at the doorway to the cafe the Doctor and I had entered. A gasp escaped my lips as an elderly man with salt and pepper colored hair combed back walked into the main room. He was wearing a dark tweed coat, dark colored trousers, leather shoes, and had a pipe and notebook in his hands. He looked in my direction and stopped walking upon noticing that I had taken his seat.

I jumped to my feet and grabbed the Doctor's sleeve, pulling him up with me. The man that I recognized as J.R.R. Tolkein walked towards us. I looked up at the Doctor and he looked down at me, gently patting my had and smiling.

"Hello," Tolkein said with a polite smile.

"Hi," I squeaked after a moment of shock.

"Who are you, may I ask?"

My words froze in my throat and all I could do was stare, awestruck by the genius standing in front of me. "Ah, I am the Doctor and this is my... friend Diana Scott."

"A pleasure to meet you both."

"Diana is an enormous fan of yours," the Doctor said with a grin.

"I'm sorry, my boy. Fan?"

The Doctor waved his hand. "Oh, I am sorry. She is a great admirer of your works. As am I, of course."

Tolkein turned his head to look at me and smiled. "Is that so?"

I nodded wordlessly. A smile started to work its way into my face and I took a deep breath. "Mr Tolkein- Oh, no. No, you're a professor, aren't you? I'm sorry. I've never talked to someone famous like this before, so I'm kinda nervous and I don't really know what I'm saying. But, oh my gosh, I just love your books. 'The Hobbit' is so amazing! I love Thorin and Fili and Kili so much. And Bilbo! Oh, I love Bilbo. And Sam Gamgee. He's my absolute favorite. I adore Sam. He's so sweet and such a loyal friend. I can't believe how amazing your talent is. I've always wanted to be a writer and I even came up with an idea once, but it was so similar to yours that I never finished it. But your books have inspired me so much and I just completely admire you for all the work you've put into the stories of Middle-Earth."

The professor stood there for a moment, still trying to absorb everything I had said. Then he smiled kindly and nodded. "Thank you very much, my dear. Although, I must say that your way of speaking is quite unusual to me."

"She's American," the Doctor said simply.

Back in the TARDIS later that evening, I looked through the pictures the Doctor had taken with my phone and smiled. He had snapped pictures of me and the professor in the middle of a conversation, and even taken a picture of me and him with Tolkein in the background.

I looked up from my phone when the Doctor came to sit next to me. "The TARDIS is just floating in the vortex for now. Thought you'd like to have some rest."

"Yeah, I would." I looked down at my phone and smiled. "Thank you for today, Doctor."

"Of course. I knew that you would appreciate it." He looked at the book I had placed in my lap and smiled. "Are you re-reading the entire series?"

"Something like that, yes. And I like 'The Hobbit'."

"Can I read with you?"

"Sure."

I leaned back against the couch and crossed my legs Indian style. The Doctor moved closer to me and put his arm around my shoulders, his head only a few inches away from mine. I smiled and instinctively curled into his chest.

"You don't mind that I read a little slow, do you?"

"Not at all," he replied.

Six Days Later

Upon entering the console room, I found the Doctor on his back with the TARDIS manual covering his face. I knelt beside him and gently pulled the book off of his face. His eyes opened and he stared up at me in confusion.

"What happened?" he asked.

I shrugged. "Don't know. I walked in to see you on the floor with a book on your face."

"It was strange. I heard a noise, a gentle thud, and then something fell on my face from the ceiling. It knocked me unconscious."

I smiled and readjusted myself so I was sitting cross legged. "I think the TARDIS manual is tired of being ignored, Doctor," I told him as I waved the manual in front is his face.

He groaned and buried his face in his hands. "That damn manual keeps reappearing in the most ridiculous places. It appeared in my bathroom last night."

"What did you do to it?"

"I threw it in the pool." I started laughing again, putting a hand on my stomach and doubling over. "It is not funny, Diana! I don't need the manual. I am perfectly capable of flying the TARDIS."

"Well, I don't think that the manual or the TARDIS quite agree with you. And, uh, neither do I."

The Doctor sat up and glared at me. He pointed his index finger at me and said, "If you're so clever, then why don't you do it?"

I shrugged with a wide smile. "Don't know how."

"Have I not taught you?" he questioned.

"Not yet, at least."

He rolled his eyes dramatically. "Well isn't that terribly convenient?"

Two Days Later

I knocked very gently on the Doctor's door and rested my head on the wall next to it. "Doctor? Are you in there?"

There was a soft thud from inside the room. Then the door flew open and the Doctor's face appeared in front of me. I jumped in surprise, then relaxed. He looked at me in confusion, his hair a wilder mess than usual. I noticed that his coat was off, his waistcoat was unbuttoned, and his turquoise cravat was partially untied.

"Should I come back?" I asked curiously.

"No, no. It's quite alright."

"What are you doing?"

"Nothing," he said with a wave of his hand. "Uh, what was it that you wanted?"

I smiled and gestured to my bedroom door that was only a few feet down the hall from his. "Well, I had a question about my room, but I can come back later if you're busy or-"

"No. It's fine. Please ask your question."

"Am I allowed to change the color of my walls?"

"What sort of a ridiculous question is that? I thought you were going to ask me something important."

"It's important to me, you stupid rainbow." I glanced down at his haphazardly put together outfit and sighed. "And fix your clothes. You look silly."

"I look fine."

I reached forward and started buttoning his waistcoat. "At least fix the buttons. You're going to drive me insane if you don't."

He gazed down at me with a partially hidden smile. When I finished with his waistcoat, I brought my hands up to his cravat and started to tie it. "Thank you," the Time Lord said with a full smile.

"You're welcome."

"Now what about the color of your walls?"

"How do you change the color? I mean, can the TARDIS change it or do you have to paint it?"

"Oh, the old girl can do anything. Including change the color of your walls."

"Fantastic. How do you do that?" I smoothed my hands over the tied cravat, then brushed them over his shoulders. Then I dropped my hands and looked back up at him. "Do you have to change it in the console room or something?"

Closing the door behind him as he stepped into the hall, the Doctor nodded and smiled. "Yes. I can bring up the different colors and you can choose from them. Then I feed the information into the matrix via the computer and voila! You have a newly decorated bedroom!"

Ten minutes later, the Doctor and I stood in my room and looked around at the violent shade of pink decorating my walls. "Well," he started a little slowly, "it's not quite blue..."

" 'Not quite blue'? Doctor, it's pink. Hot pink."

"You're a girl. Don't you like pink?"

I put my hands on my hips and turned to face him, raising an eyebrow. "That's just a little bit sexist, don't you think?"

"Is it?"

"Yes!"

"Oh. Sorry." He looked down at the ground, rubbing the back of his neck. "I tried to fix it, Diana. I really did. The old girl's just feeling a little tempermental, that's all."

"You're not sure it's because you have no idea how to work the TARDIS?"

"I most certainly do!" he insisted.

"Then please fix my room. I can only stand this color for so long."

Another fifteen minutes later, my room was a neon green color. I looked back at the Doctor with a sigh and he smiled nervously. "Now I know how you're going to be, and that's fine, but I really am trying to fix this," he assured me.

I looked at the walls and ran a hand through my hair. "It's a nice color, I guess. I'm gonna need a few weeks to get used it to it, I think."

"Let's try again."

"Oh, and turn my room tie dye?"

We spent two whole hours trying to change the color to dark blue, each time getting an outrageous color like neon yellow, orange, and even black and white stripes. In the end, I settled for the original white color of my walls and apologized to the Doctor for being annoyed with him. He tried to make up for the mess by preparing our lunch himself. Of course he destroyed the meal completely, but I thanked him with a kiss on the cheek and a hug anyway.

Five Days Later

"Doctor, what did you do?"

He shook his head in confusion. "I don't know! Really, Diana! I don't!"

I teetered on the edge of the platform and waved my arms to regain my balance, only just managing not to fall. Then I pointed to the angry mob of natives and said, "Obviously you did something, or else they wouldn't be trying to sacrifice us to the ocean!"

The Doctor looked down at me, tightening his grip on my hand. "You like swimming, don't you?"

"Oh, Doctor, no."

"I think it's the only way."

"Can't you reason with them?"

"Diana," the Time Lord started frankly, "they are angry natives with an IQ level of about fifty and they want to kill us. How much reasoning do you think we can do with them?"

I looked over my shoulder at the calm blue waters below and sighed. "You're right." I looked back at the Doctor and took a deep breath. "Geronimo!"

Two Days Later

"What is wrong with you?" I snapped as I marched into the TARDIS.

"Wrong with me? You should be asking yourself that same question!"

I turned on my heel and pointed a finger at the Doctor. "You don't just take me to the first ever Beatles concert, drag me backstage to meet them, and then drag me back here when one of them starts talking to me."

"He was not talking to you. He was flirting with you."

"He's Paul McCartney! Do you think I mind that Paul McCartney, the Paul McCartney, was flirting with me?"

"Well I most certainly did mind."

"I don't care if you mind!"

The Doctor rolled his eyes and ran a hand through his hair, letting out an agitated breath. "Diana, he was practically undressing you with his eyes."

"Was he?"

"Oh, you don't have to sound so excited!"

I turned away and started to walk in the direction of my room. "You're not in charge of me, you know. It's not like you're my husband or anything."

There was a brief pause as I continued to walk down the hall. Then the Doctor shouted, "You can't just walk away from me like that! That's rude!"

"Don't care," I called flippantly. "You're rude, too, you stupid rainbow."

"Stop calling me that!"

One Day Later

I kept my eyes trained on the Doctor's shoes. "Sorry for what I said yesterday. I was a little ungreatful and rude."

"You certainly were."

"I was just cranky and I was annoyed with you. But... I know that I was very rude and I'm really, really sorry."

There was a moment of silence where I thought that perhaps I had crossed the line and the Doctor would throw me out. Then he sighed and said, "Apology accepted."

I smiled in relief and bounced on my toes in excitement. "Oh, thank you. I was so worried that you were going to be mad at me forever."

"You're going to have to make it up to me," he said casually, turning away and fiddling with some of the dials on the console.

"What? How? Honestly, Doctor, I'll do anything."

"I've always fancied breakfast in bed."

I groaned in annoyance and put my head in my hand. "I'm going to regret this," I muttered.

Six Days Later

"I've killed that interfering man," the Count snarled in my face, "and now I can do whatever I want with you."

"I don't believe you," I whispered as tears started to roll down my cheeks. "You can't kill the Doctor."

"I have done so with my own hands."

I shook my head frantically and struggled against my bounds. I prayed over and over again that the Doctor wasn't dead, that he would rescue me and take me away, but to no avail. The Count only laughed as I sobbed and tugged harshly on the metal chains binding my wrists, smiling when I cried out in pain. But his laughter stopped when the door to the abandoned stable creaked open. I looked over my captor's shoulder and gasped when I saw the Doctor standing in the doorway, a sword in his right hand and his eyes murderous.

"Let her go," the Doctor demanded, pointing the sword at my captor, "or I shall kill you."

The Count de Morte smiled again as I struggled against my chains. "Monsieur Doctor," he began in a low voice, "she will make a fine slave, do you not think?"

"I told you to let her go," the Doctor growled dangerously. "I'll not ask a third time."

The Count chuckled and turned to face the Doctor. "You are prepared to die?"

"You have kidnapped and nearly killed a young lady who means more to me than anything else in this universe. The only one who will die here is you."

The Doctor defeated the man easily, dodging the Frenchman's blows and quickly delivering a death blow to the Count's chest. Once the Count had fallen to the floor clutching his open and profusely bleeding wound, the Doctor ran to my side. He took my face in his hands and pushed my hair away from my eyes.

"Oh, Rassilon, Diana. Look what he's done to you."

"You're alive," I croaked.

"Only just."

He left me only for a minute to search the Count's body for the key to my chains. Then he unlocked them and pulled me into his arms, one hand cupping the back of my head and the other clutching at my waist as I cried into his shoulder. I clung to the Time Lord as if he were life itself and refused to let him go even after all my tears were spent.

"Please don't leave me," I begged. "When we're back home, don't leave."

"I promise."

The Doctor was true to his word; when we reached the TARDIS, he carried me to my bed and lay next to me while I cried. And when I had fallen asleep, he stayed with me and cradled me against his chest. He whispered ancient words that I had never heard before in my ears and soothed me when I woke up from a nightmare. And the TARDIS sang to me in my mind, filling my thoughts with sweet dreams and pleasant memories.

Home, I thought to myself as I fell asleep for the fourth time. I'm home.

One Day Later

"How are you feeling?"

I smiled and nodded. "Fine, Doctor. Really. I'm just a little sore."

He gently cupped my wrist in his hands and looked over the bruises the Count had left me with. I looked up into the Doctor's eyes and saw that they had turned cold with rage. I pulled my left arm from his grasp and cupped his cheek, making him look from my damaged skin to my eyes.

"It's alright. I don't want you to worry about me."

"I could have lost you," he said softly.

"But you didn't."

His eyebrows crinkled and came together in thought as his eyes quickly searched my face. "Weren't you afraid?"

"I was terrified," I admitted, my voice cracking slightly. "I thought I was going to die or end up living the rest of my life slaving away under the sun and a whip. I thought he'd killed you. I gave up all hope when he told me he'd murdered you because I knew that I could never escape on my own. I-... I thought I'd lost you and I couldn't bear that thought."

The Doctor quickly wrapped his arms around me and pulled me into a tight embrace. I put my arms around his waist and buried my head in the curve of his neck. "I promise," he started, "that I'll never let anything like that happen to you again."

"Just don't get yourself killed," I mumbled. "Please."

"Will you be alright?"

I nodded. "After a long cry and a good night's rest, I think I will be."

"Do you want me to stay with you again tonight?"

My cheeks flushed slightly, but I still smiled and nodded my head in agreement. "Yes."

Seven Days Later

"You burned dinner again," I scolded the Time Lord.

"Oh, yes. Because of course it's my fault."

I rolled my eyes and put my hands on my hips. "You were the one who decided that you were tired of me cooking pasta every day. And you were the one cooking! How could it be anyone else's fault? It wasn't the TARDIS and it wasn't me-"

"It was very much you."

"How on Earth was it me?"

"We're not even on Earth!"

"I know that! But how is you burning dinner my fault? I had nothing to do with it."

The Doctor put one hand on his wait and pointed the other at my face. "You were distracting me. If you hadn't been distracting me, then I wouldn't have burned the food!"

I sighed in exasperation and bent my right knee, sticking my left hip out in a sassy manner. "I wasn't even near you. I was humming, like I always do, and doing my stupid little dancing. How is that distracting?"

"Stop for a moment," he requested, "and think about what you just said."

I raised an eyebrow, giving the Doctor a skeptical look. "My singing distracted you?"

"Diana, you're an incredible singer and I love your voice, but that's not quite the entirety of the problem."

"My dancing?" When he nodded, I felt my cheeks heat up and flush. I nervously un-tucked my hair from behind my ears and looked down at the floor. "You were watching?"

"It's rather difficult not to. This kitchen is already quite small and when you're singing and dancing to your heart's content-"

"You can ask me to stop, you know."

"Well, what if I didn't want you to?"

I glanced up into the Doctor's eyes, trying to understand what he was saying and hoping I wasn't misinterpreting it. "Are you flirting with me?" I asked suspiciously after a few moments of contemplation.

The Doctor opened his mouth to respond, then stopped himself. He stayed silent for a minute, his mouth opening and closing every couple of seconds. Then he said, "You know, there's really no right answer to that question."

"So you're not?"

"Well, now. I never said that."

I smiled a little shyly and looked down at the ground again. "Let's try dinner again, okay? I'll help you this time."

Two Days Later

"Diana? Can I come in?"

I quickly slipped my jacket on and answered, "Yeah, sure."

The Doctor opened the door and stuck his head in my room. I smiled and waited as he stepped in with a grin.

"Come with me," he said, holding out his right hand for me to grab.

I took his hand and asked, "Where are we going?"

"I have a surprise for you," he explained as he pulled me out of my room and down the hall.

"Doctor, you do remember what happened the last time you surprised me, don't you?" I asked playfully.

"This time it will be different. No kidnapping. I can promise that."

He dragged me along at a brisk pace through the twisting and turning hallways until we reachedthe console room. "Let's take you to your first surprise, shall we?"

"My first?"

"But first, I need you to close your eyes."

I raised my eyebrows in silent questioning, but did close my eyes as he requested. I heard the TARDIS materialize with a groan and tilted my head to the side in confusion. The Doctor stepped behind me and his hands went to my waist, startling me for a moment. He guided me forward through the open doorway and then closed the door behind us.

"Can I look yet?"

A wave of cold air swept over me and I shivered. The Doctor ran his hands up and down my arms and laughed softly. Then his hands moved away from my waist and I fely my skin instantly grow colder at the loss of contact.

"Not just yet."

I felt the Doctor move away from me and heard his footsteps move in front of me. "Where are we?" I asked. "Doctor?"

His hands were back on my waist after another couple of seconds. I put my hands over his as he gently pushed me forward. "Alright," the Doctor finally whispered, his mouth close to my ear. "Now you can look."

The Doctor had taken us to a place I had never seen before, but could easily guess. I looked in awe at my new surroundings and smiled. "Doctor, what-?" I shook my head in disbelief and took a step forward. "How did you manage this?"

"Well, I do have a spaceship and a rather magnificient brain. I had to give you a surprise that could be even more impressive than my first. Where better to take you than Woman Wept?"

I looked back at him with a wide and elated smile. "This is my surprise?"

"Yes, of course it is. Did you think it was just me showing off?"

I smiled and wrapped my arms around my torso to keep from getting too cold. "Well, the thought crossed my mind...," I admitted.

The Doctor scoffed and shook his head. He walked past me and gestured dramatically to the rest of the planet. "This is my surprise for you to celebrate your Earth holiday."

"What Earth holiday?"

"Why, Saint Valentine's Day, you silly girl."

My jaw dropped in shock. "It's Valentine's Day?"

"Yes."

"And you did this... for me?"

"Yes."

"On Valentine's Day?"

The Time Lord rolled his eyes. "My goodness, is there an echo here?"

Another fierce shiver ran through me as the freezing air blew around me. I ignored his comment and continued my line of questioning, hardly believing that he had prepared such an elaborate surprise for me for such an occaision. "Doctor, you do know that Valentine's Day is all about..., you know, couples and romance and-"

"Of course I do. I'm not an idiot. Why else do you think I did all this?"

I shook my head and brought my chin to my chest so he wouldn't see my red tinted cheeks. "Nothing. I was just thinking out loud."

The Doctor grinned and held his hand out, encouraging me to take it with a playful wiggle of his fingers. I looked from his hand to his face and smiled shyly, wondering what he had in mind. "Come on," he said. "Don't you want to explore?"

"Of course I do," I replied as I reached out to grab his hand. "But can I grab a coat first? I'm just a little cold."

He pulled me close and pressed a lingering kiss to my cheek. "Be quick about it. I won't wait all day for you."

I smiled and ran back into the TARDIS, then into the wardrobe where the ship had presented a coat on a lone hanger by the door. I grabbed it and quickly stuffed my arms through the sleeves as I ran back outside to join the Doctor.

"You look like a marshmellow. A blue marshmellow."

"Yes, and you look like a rainbow," I said playfully.

We joined hands and started across the snowy ground, leaving behind two pairs of footprints. The farther away we got from the TARIDS, the higher and higher the silvery, frozen waves became. I found that I was stunned into speechelssness by the sheer size and beauty of the planet. Waves arched hundreds of feet over our heads as we passed under them. I gently ran my fingertips across the surface of one wave as we walked beneath its great arch and shivered. The temperature of the ice was almost enough to burn my skin.

"Careful," the Doctor warned. Then he pointed his free hand at a large wave that was a short distance away and squeezed my hand with his other. "That wave is the biggest on the planet," he explained. "From here it might not look that large, but it's over two hundred feet tall."

I gasped and tightened my grip on his hand. I still couldn't bring myself to speak. Somehow I felt as if my words would ruin the beauty and majesty of the planet and that no words any language might have could ever describe the perfection of Woman Wept. The Doctor seemed to understand why I was silent and didn't speak again for the rest of our time on the planet.

We spent a blissful eternity on the planet, admiring the frozen waves that towered above our heads and laughing softly when my glasses fogged up in the cold. I looked over at the Doctor on our walk back to the TARDIS and told myself not to fall for him when he would fall in love with Rose and River within a matter of years.

Once we were inside the TARDIS and I had draped my coat over the edge of one of the chair's, the Doctor leaned against the console and stared at me. He had a genuine smile on his face that sent tingles through my entire body and made my stomach flutter in a strange way. I smiled warmly at him and remained silent until he finally spoke.

"I've wanted to take you there for a very long time, now," he admitted with a soft voice.

"I'm glad you did. I've wanted to see it for a while, too."

"Good." I chewed nervously on my bottom lip when the Doctor's eyes flitted away and avoided mine. He looked down at the floor, at his shoes, then at his hands before finally looking back at me. "You'd think I know how to do this after all these years, but it seems that practice doesn't make me any less nervous."

Confused, I smiled and tilted my head to the side. "What are you talking about?"

He muttered something under his breath that I couldn't understand and then looked back into my eyes. "I want today to be perfect," he finally admitted.

"It has been so far."

The Doctor pushed his hands against the console and stepped forward. He had only taken a few small steps when a light on the console flashed on and one of the levers moved on its own. The Doctor heard the noise and turned to look back at the console, both my eyes and his growing wide when the sound of music started to echo in the console room.

"Doctor? Why-...?"

He looked up at the ceiling, then back at me, and said, "I think the TARDIS is trying to have some fun with us."

"Meaning?"

The beautiful sound of one of my favorite songs started to play and my mouth fell open in shock. The Doctor walked towards me and stopped mere inches in front of me. He reached for my hands and pulled them from my sides with a smile. I looked up at him and smiled shyly.

"Care to dance?" the Doctor asked as the first words of 'Unchained Melody' were sung in the background.

"Doctor," I started with shaky voice. "Why are you doing all this?"

"Why do you think?"

He intertwined our fingers and the sensation sent my heart into a pounding frenzy inside my chest. My breath rushed out of my lungs in an instant as the Doctor pulled one hand away and placed it on my waist so he could pull me closer.

"Well." I looked up into his eyes for the briefest of moments before looking away and blushing deeply. "I mean, when a man does something nice for a woman, it usually means that he likes her or they are in a romantic relationship."

"Yes, I know," he replied, his tone suggesting that what I was saying was perfectly obvious.

"Is this a... date?"

"Do you want it to be?"

How do I answer that? I asked myself. Of course I do. But he's not supposed to like me. He's supposed to like Rose and River a-and Sarah. I'm not even supposed to be here.

"Diana," the Doctor said gently, ducking his head close to mine to catch my gaze, "what is it?"

I shook my head. "N-Nothing. I just... I've never had anyone do anything like this for me. Ever." You're not making this easy for me, I thought sadly. I'm not supposed to like you and here I am, pining after you like you're my first crush. "I'm not the kind of person people do nice things for because people don't usually notice me."

"I notice you."

"Yeah, but... You don't notice me." I shrugged and smiled half-heartedly. "Which is fine. I'm not saying that you have to notice me in any way. You're my friend and I really care about you, so obviously this means a lot to me and I don't really know how to thank you for this because I can't really give you anything in return for everything you've given me. I hope that's okay. But I'll try, of course, to make this up to you because I've already had the most amazing time today and-"

The Doctor cut me off mid-sentence with a gentle kiss on the lips. I froze as he untangled our fingers and put his hand on the back of my neck, pulling me deeper into a kiss that stole my breath. Slowly, I moved my hands so they could rest against his chest.

When he pulled back, I was breathless and my face was completely flushed. I smiled and started to look away, but the Doctor cupped my chin with his hand and tilted my head back so he could still look me in the eyes. He leaned down and pressed another brief kiss to my lips before pulling back again.

"What was that you said about me not noticing you?" he asked playfully.

I shook my head, feeling flustered and confused all at once. "Doctor, you did this all for me. On the most romantic day of the entire year. Why? I mean, it's not as if you like me that way-"

"I do."

"Like, like me?" I asked, flinching when I realized how childish I sounded.

He smiled and nodded. "Yes."

"Oh."

"Is that bad?" he asked slowly.

"No," I answered quickly. "No. It's not. I just... I don't know. I didn't consider that."

He stared incredulously at me. "You didn't even consider that? Diana, if you're telling me that you didn't even once think that I have any feelings for you, I must say that you're quite mistaken."

"But-...? River..."

"Who?"

"No one," I answered with another shake of my head. "Just a friend of mine."

"Diana, I don't like one of your friends, I love you."

I thought back to Nine and how he had said that he had loved me for a long time. Perhaps Nine doesn't love Rose and Ten does instead, I reasoned mentally. And maybe Eleven just considers me a friend. Six never married... It wouldn't be wrong for us to like each other, would it?

"I did this for you, not because you're my friend or companion or because I felt that I had to, but because I wanted to. I want you to know how much I care about you." The Doctor paused, looking at me with a soft expression that made my stomach flip. "If, for whatever reason, you don't feel the same, then I suppose I understand-"

"Why wouldn't I feel the same?"

He swallowed and presed his lips together as he tried to think of a response. I smiled when he sighed and said, "I haven't the foggiest idea. Because you might be under the delusion that there are other handsome men out there for you, which there aren't, or that I'm not attractive, which I most certainly am, or maybe... Maybe you would rather be home instead of with me. ."

I shook my head and bit down on my bottom lip as I gathered my thoughts and turned them into words. "Doctor-... Theta. I will always miss my mother and grandmother and all the friends I used to have. I will always cry when I remember that I'll never see them again... But I've tried to accept it. And you were right. So long as I never forget them, they'll always be with me. I love them and I always will." Letting out a gentle sigh, I closed my eyes and pictured my family's faces. Then I opened my eyes and looked up at the Doctor again. "You and the TARDIS. You're my home now."

The Doctor let out a relieved laugh and picked me up, holding me close to his chest as he continued to laugh. I squeaked in surprise and wrapped my arms around his neck until he put me down. I started to chew on my lip again, trying to think of something to say, when he brought his mouth down on mine.

"You have to stop doing that," he mumbled after pulling away.

"Doing what?"

"Chewing on your lip. It's distracting."

I smiled flirtatiously and asked, "What, like my dancing?"

"Very much like your dancing."

Writing Six being head over heels for Diana has to be one of my favorite things to do. It's so adorable. Hopefully you've all had an okay Valentine's Day, whether you spent it alone or with a special someone or your family.

Reviews/comments are wonderful and I appreciate any and all feedback. Thanks for reading!