"We're a team now, Doctor, you can't just go running off like that," Yaz said, frustrated. Walking back and forth along the kitchen of the TARDIS, Yaz tried to control her emotions.
"I'm sorry, Yaz, I didn't think. I saw someone who needed my help and off I went," the Doctor replied, letting Yaz pace out her feelings.
"Have you ever thought that I need you too." Stopping in front of the Doctor, Yaz looked down into hazel eyes and could see the regret in them.
"I'm sorry, I won't do it again." Reaching out, the Doctor squeezed Yaz's hand.
"Yaz, how do you feel about going back to Clexa II and going strawberry picking?" the Doctor asked, walking into the library.
"Last time I checked, picking the strawberries on Clexa II was a crime punishable by death. We got away with it once, I don't think we should try again." Putting her bookmark in her book, Yaz knew what the look on the Doctor's face meant.
"But they are the size of your hand and they are so delicious. We could make jam!"
"Maybe next time they're in season, we can go regular strawberry picking instead, a little date."
"Okay, Yaz, deep breaths and any second now you'll feel a pop," the Doctor said calmly as she gently ran her thumb over Yaz's cheeks while cupping her face.
Closing her eyes, Yaz listened to the Doctor's voice, taking in her words. Her head was swimming, she felt nauseous, and then she felt it. It was like her whole body popped, a weird tingle spreading throughout.
"See, not so bad," the Doctor smiled, still caressing her face.
"Never again," Yaz replied, leaning into the Doctor's touch.
"Never say never, who knows what other alien drinks will do that to ya."
"I thought your sonic screwdriver could unlock any lock," Yaz said as she sat on the cold ground and watched the Doctor not give up.
"She can, Yaz, we're just getting warmed up." Trying to get the lock to release for the seventy-third time, the Doctor sighed and joined Yaz, looking defeated.
"We'll figure something out, don't worry." Gently patting the Doctor's knee, Yaz offered her a small smile. It wasn't everyday they got locked in a medieval dungeon.
"When we eventually figure a way out of here, I promise you, Yaz, I'll take you one the best date ever."
"RUN YAZ!" the Doctor shouted, grabbing Yaz by the hand and running. There was a massive swarm of fanged butterflies chasing her, getting closer and closer.
The TARDIS was only about fifty metres ahead, Yaz was about a metre in front, running as hard as she could. Seeing the doors open, they both ran inside, grabbing the doors and slamming them shut just as high-pitched sounds surrounded them.
"What the hell did you do to piss those angry butterflies off?" Yaz asked, not at all impressed.
"I kinda tried speaking to the queen and I think I said something wrong."
The Doctor wasn't one to make the first move, but as her lips softly pressed against Yaz's she was glad she did. Yaz was her universe and she wanted nothing more than to see her smile.
"What was that for?" Yaz quietly asked, touching her lips.
"Because I really like kissing you," the Doctor replied, lacing her fingers through Yaz's.
"You're lucky you're cute," Yaz responded, nudging her with her shoulder. "It's not every day a pretty woman woos me by showing me space fireworks."
"Every time a firework goes off, I think of you."
"God, you're such a weirdo."
