"Oh, come on!" the Doctor said, hitting the door with her fist.

The TARDIS had locked her and Yaz in a room and wouldn't open the door and she couldn't figure out why.

"Since we appear to be trapped, can I tell you something?" Yaz asked, sitting down against the wall.

"I could always find a panel and override the controls," the Doctor replied, starting to look around.

Feeling a hand on her arm, she turned to face Yaz.

"Stop avoiding talking to me. I like you and you won't give me the time to tell you."

"I'm sorry, Yaz."


The Doctor knew she would regret it if she never told Yaz how she felt. So, now, here she was, pacing back and forth in the control room, wondering what she was going to say.

"What's got you a nervous wreck?" Yaz asked, entering the control room and stopping the Doctor from pacing.

"Um, ah, something," the Doctor replied, feeling a lump in her throat.

"You can always talk to me," Yaz said, reaching out and holding her hand.

Knowing she had to confess her feelings, the Doctor pulled Yaz close and softly kissed her.

"I love you, Yasmin Khan."


The Doctor found it hard to control the expressions that appeared on her face, especially around Yaz. They were always filled with love, adoration, care, and protection. Yaz would sometimes boop her nose and tell her she was being adorable. The Doctor would never admit to it but she felt her hearts flutter when Yaz did that.

Stopping what she was doing for a moment, she took a moment just to stare at Yaz with a dopey smile on her face.

"You're doing it again," Yaz said, walking over to her and wrapping her arms around her, softly kissing her.


The Doctor was in deep, and that was deep trouble. She had gotten herself and Yaz stuck in the 1800's and once more the townspeople wanted to burn her at the stake. Running as fast as she could, the Doctor did her best to outrun those after her.

Seeing Yaz up ahead, motioning to her, she ran over to her and together they hid inside a decrepit building, meant to be cursed.

"Do you still love me even if I've been accused of witchery again?" the Doctor asked, reaching out for Yaz.

"I'll love you no matter what, you weirdo."


The Doctor hated to be alone. Sure, she spent a fair amount of time during all of her regenerations alone but she never liked it.

As she stood in the middle of the control room, she looked around and wondered what to do. Dan had gone to bed and Yaz was somewhere. The Doctor felt the need to be around people so she went looking for Yaz.

Opening the door to the library, she found Yaz curled up, reading a book.

"Hey, you okay?" Yaz asked closing her book.

"I am now," the Doctor replied, joining Yaz on the couch.


Most of the time the Doctor considered herself a nomad. She had no home, she had no one who would miss her but now she felt like she had somewhere she belonged.

As she looked into Yaz's deep brown eyes, she let a small smile grace her face before closing the small gap between them. With Yaz she was always home. She had someone who wanted her, who cared for her, and it was something she didn't know she had been missing for many years.

"I love you, Yaz," the Doctor said, resting their foreheads together.

"I love you too."