Yaz knew that the Doctor was unique. She had a set of ways, a set of her own rules and a set of morals, and Yaz admired her, so much.

Bending down, Yaz watched as the Doctor played around with the wires once more, some of them sparking aggressively at her.

"Yaz, love, can you see my sonic anywhere?" the Doctor asked, coughing from the smoke that started to gather around her.

Locating the sonic, Yaz dropped down to where the Doctor was and handed it to her.

"Hold this please."

Holding the wires, Yaz smiled and watched the Doctor.


Yaz could see the future unfold in front of her and she didn't like it. She was inside of a tent on an alien planet, getting her future read. Leaving the tent with a lump in her throat, she headed straight back to the TARDIS and just sat on the floor of the control room.

It didn't take long before the Doctor came back carrying a stuffed animal under her arm. "Yaz, my love, what's wrong?"

"I got told I was going to die by the fortune teller."

"Yaz, I promise you I won't let anything bad happen to you."


"I hope you have the courage to jump down there because I'm not doing it," Yaz said, facing the Doctor.

"I usually would but I think I'll stay up here with you and find another way down," the Doctor replied, looking down at the rushing water a good few metres beneath them.

"We should really go and find Dan," Yaz said, getting them back on track.

"Yes, Dan, let's go."

Leading the way down the side of the river, Yaz felt the Doctor slide her hand into her own. Giving it a soft squeeze, Yaz continued their search for Dan.


Running around the wardrobe, the Doctor gathered everything she thought she might be able to use. They were on their way to the other side of the galaxy and they had a very different version of fashion over there.

"Doctor, what are you doing?" Yaz asked, walking into the disaster zone.

"I need the perfect outfit. Help me?" the Doctor replied, stopping for a moment.

"Sure. How about that dress? Try it on, please."

Dropping the piles of clothing, the Doctor began to undress. Sliding the dress on, she looked at Yaz who was blushing profusely and winked at her.


Walking down the empty corridors of the TARDIS, the Doctor was looking for something to do. She had a feeling of loneliness and she didn't know why. Hearing the soft sound of music, the Doctor followed it and ended up outside of Yaz's bedroom.

Knocking on the door, she anxiously waited.

"What's wrong?" Yaz asked immediately, pulling her inside the room.

"I don't know, but the music was helping," the Doctor honestly replied.

"It's that old CD we found in the wardrobe, come, dance with me."

Allowing Yaz to pull her up, the Doctor started to sway to the beat.


"Would you like a hot drink? It may help," Yaz asked, watching as the Doctor sat at the table of the TARDIS's kitchen, head in her hands.

"Yes please," the Doctor moaned. She was now pretty adamant that this was the last time she was going to fiddle around with alien tech.

Making the Doctor a hot chocolate, Yaz added two pink marshmallows to the cup and placed it in front of the blonde woman.

"Hopefully you feel better soon." Gently rubbing the Doctor's back, Yaz could feel her slightly relaxing under her touch.

"Thank you, Yaz, you are amazing."