A/N: This one is Fluff, absolute unapologetic fluff. It wasn't what I set out to write; it just sort of...happened. Don't say I didn't warn you.

[In the life of the Doctor there are good days, and there are bad days. Sometimes, when he's feeling down, the TARDIS (who has a very long memory), takes over the viewscreen and reminds him of the good days.]

"It's impossible."

"Impossible? That means it'll take 73 seconds."

The voices came from below the console, their owners unseen. Then, a woman crawled out from beneath it and stood up. She was dressed in a pink coat over a sensible brown dress, finished with a sturdy pair of boots. She looked very pretty; at the moment, though, she also looked rather cross.

"Doctor! Have you any idea how dangerous it is to tamper with the TARDIS circuitry whilst in temporal orbit?"

Something rolled out from under the console. It looked like less of a person and more a long brown carpet wrapped with a very long multicolored scarf and topped with a hat. An arm reached up and pulled the Scarf down, revealing a pair of wide eyes and an enormous Cheshire-cat grin. "Do you know, I actually don't, Romana. Isn't it exciting?"

"We could blow up!"

"Fine, fine," the Doctor said, putting his hands under his head. "So long as it doesn't take all day. Only, there's a few hundred different monsters out there, and one Black Guardian, who are very patiently waiting their turn to do me in."

"My point exactly!" Romana said, striding to the controls. "Overriding the Randomiser would allow the Black Guardian to track us and destroy us on the spot."

"Ahhhh," the Doctor said, seeming to levitate himself to standing in that energetic way of his, and stretching the syllable to last the entire movement. "But he can only track us if we're going in a straight line. And while that may be the most direct path, it's far from the most interesting. Do you know, I swear I've said that before at some point?" Romana simply raised an eyebrow. "Oh, look, it's simple," the Doctor said. "I've set the randomiser to randomly choose our flight path, the same as before. Only this time, the general destination is pre-determined. No more showing up unexpectedly at the doorsteps of my enemies."

"And you're sure the Guardian can't track us?"

"Sure? Sure!? Of course I'm sure! Really, Romana, when are you going to stop doubting my genius? I'm absolutely sure! Well, mostly sure."

"Ha!" the female Time Lord said, poking him in the chest. "I knew it! This is just another stupid risk."

"Romana, we're Time Lords. We never do anything *but* stupid risks. So why not stick to what we're good at, that's what I say."

"Fine," Romana huffed, pushing her blonde locks out of her face and examining the new addition to the console. "We'll give it a try. But only if *I* get to choose the destination."

The Doctor considered, then nodded. "Oh, alright then. If you must." He crossed to stand beside her. "So, where are we going?" Romana moved her hand to obscure the readout. "I'll surprise you, Doctor."

"Psssshh," the Doctor pshed. "You, surprise me? There's nothing you could do that would surprise me, my girl, I'll bet my hat on it."

Romana spun around instantly and kissed the Doctor.

There was a long, awkward silence. Romana blushed deeply and looked down, stepping away from the Doctor, who simply stared at her. Then, the Time Lord removed his hat and dropped it onto Romana's head, where it slid down over her eyes. She pulled it off, made eye contact with the Doctor, and together, they burst out laughing.

"Master?" came an electronic voice. A small pink cloud on a metal wire entered through the door. "Danger, Master, danger!"

"What is it, K-9?" the Doctor asked, suddenly all seriousness again.

"Detecting an unexpected surge in your heartbeats, Master," the metal dog said, coming into view. He had a long pink feather duster attached to his front laser, "and a 12.36% release of adrenaline and dopamine into your system. Medical assistance recommended."

"Oh, that's all fine K-9, we have it under control." The Doctor smiled affectionately at his loyal best friend. "You can go back to dusting the library, and if it happens again, don't come back here until its over."

"Very good, Master," the dog said, his ears waggling as he turned to go.

"And K-9?" the Doctor added.

"Yes, Master?"

"You're a good dog, K-9."

The little metal tail wagged back and forth as the robot continued out the door. "Affirmative, Master!"

The Doctor turned back to Romana. "Now, what I want to know is, is that going to happen again?"

"N-no, Doctor. Of course not. Sorry, I—"

"You were trying to surprise me, and so you did the first thing to come to mind, before I could see you thinking it." The Doctor smiled. "It's quite alright."

"Yes, right." Romana said, relieved.

"Though of course, I suppose I should have seen it coming," the Doctor continued, moving around the console and fiddling with the controls. "It's only natural around someone as dashing and intelligent as I, I can hardly blame you for noticing. So, just where is it we're going now?"

Romana smiled. "Now, you won't get me that easily. I'm not telling. Ah!" she held the hat, which he'd been moving to reclaim, out of his reach. "I won it from you, Doctor. You want it back, you'll have to surprise me." She smiled sweetly. "Go on, Doctor. I dare you."