I reappear, and rapidly blink to try and clear the spots from my eyes. A gasp leaves my mouth when I'm actually able to see the room around me. "Oh my god." I breathe out. I'm pretty sure that I'm in the Tardis, and the answering hum I hear confirms that, but I've never seen the Tardis like this before.

There is a console in the center, but it is framed by 4 large metal struts arching into the air. There are bookshelves across the walls, and a table with two comfy chairs next to it. I look up and see the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. The ceiling is clear and filling the view is the brightest, clearest patch of stars I've ever seen. It's so beautiful.

I have no idea how long I stood and stared up at the slice of space, but I was broken from my reverie when I heard a shuffle from the corner of the room. I look over to find the Doctor once again leaning against a wall just staring at me, a fond look on his face.

"Doctor?" I ask hesitantly.

He tilts his head to the side. "Your first time seeing this me?"

I nod.

"So what do you think?" He asks me, flaring his coat tails and placing his hands in his pocket.

I take the opportunity to look him over. From the coat, to the vest, to the trousers, he looks like he has just stepped out of a Victorian novel. Add his curls, and his pretty face, and you get an overall pleasing picture.

The Doctor starts fidgeting slightly, so I smile and put him out of his misery. "You look amazing."

He beams at me, apprehension falling away. "You've told me before that you like this body, but hearing it when you are this young is a nice surprise."

I go to respond, but I'm cut off by a yawn. "Oh, I didn't realize I was tired."

"How long has it been since you've slept?" The Doctor asks, coming over and touching my arm gently.

Scrunching my nose up, I try to think back. "Uh, about 20 hours or so. I really shouldn't be that tired."

The Doctor doesn't look convinced. "You should listen to your body. Sleep isn't always something you get a chance to do." He uses his grip on my arm to direct me into the hallway.

I shoot him a dirty look. "But I just met this you, I don't want to jump in my sleep or something and not get a chance to get to know you." I tried to make my voice normal, but I'm pretty sure that a whine slipped in there.

"I promise you, that no matter where you wake up, you will still have a Doctor to get to know." He tells me. I feel my face fall into a pout. The Doctor stops in front of my door, a gorgeous wooden thing with circular spirals on it. He gestures for me to go in.

I hesitate, awkward. The Doctor has never walked me to my door beyond the day he had done so to show me my room in the first place. Am I supposed to do anything? I end up waving to him and smiling a bit awkwardly, before going into the room.

I sigh. Now everything is awkward. It was fine when I was ignoring everything, but now that I've had that conversation with the Doctor it's all been thrown out into the open. His voice teasing me. The 'Hmm, I think you might like it', still hums in my ears.

Flopping onto the bed, I throw my arm over my burning face. Yes. Yes I liked it.

It's not like I've never been in a relationship with anyone before. But they had all been more about sex than any real attachment, well at least on the other persons side. Nothing had ever lasted over a year.

To be under the focus of a man like the Doctor. To have his complete attention on me. It was sort of overwhelming. Like I told him earlier, it was obvious that he cared for me. I just didn't know how much.

He was good looking, I guess. His companions seemed to think so too, I couldn't even be mad at them for kissing him. The thing that really gets me though, is that he doesn't kiss them back. Two times I've jumped now, where his companion has kissed him. But he's never kissed back, and he always seems really upset by me thinking that he did.

I groan out loud. Ugh. Too many thoughts. Getting up, I pull a pair of pajamas from the closet and head to the bathroom to take a shower.

I stay in the shower longer than I usually do, trying to sort out my whirling thoughts. But eventually, my fingers start to prune, and I have to get out. Drying off and putting my pajamas on, I head over and get into the bed.

I must have fallen asleep at some point, because I wake up to my face being pressed up against the pillow and my arm dead asleep under me.

I feel like crap. To emphasize the point my lower back twinges,. Uugh. I need tea or something. Maybe I can go find the tea that the Doctor keeps making me. It was really good. I roll off my bed, finding a pair of fluffy bunny slippers on the floor. I'm pretty sure they weren't there before I went to sleep, but okay.

I slip my feet into the slippers and head out of my room. I'm sure I must look a sight, fluffy bunny slippers and plaid pajamas on. I can feel the Tardis hum, amusement in her tone. "Kitchen?" I ask her, my voice plaintive. A door to my left opens up. "Thanks dear."

I head into the kitchen, and then stop. I'm suddenly hit with the realization that the Doctor has always been the one to cook something for me since I've been here, and I don't really know where anything is. Sighing, I go over to the cupboards and start randomly opening them. My search yields a mug. I also find the tea bags, but I can't reach them.

I grumble. "Stupid tall aliens, putting tea bags on the top shelf." I'm just about to jump up on the counter so I can grab them, when an arm reaches over my shoulder. Easily grabbing a tin of tea bags and placing them on the counter in front of me. I glare up at his smug face. Why does he always have to be so tall? "Thanks." I grumpily say. At least it is the same face that I jumped to before I went to sleep.

I look down at the instructions on the tin, but I have no idea what they are trying to tell to me. It mentions machines that I've never heard of before. What's a Vespnin 2000? I squint down at the tea container for a second, before I hear the Doctor sigh. He takes the tea tin from me and shoos me over toward the table to sit down.

"You really are hopeless this early in the morning." He murmurs to me. "I will make your tea."

I really should protest, but on the other hand I really want my tea. I clear my throat in an attempt to make myself sound less grumpy. "Thank you. I don't exactly know how to work the kitchen yet." Nodding over at the toaster I can see on the counter, I continue. "If you can tell me where the bread is, I can make toast."

The Doctor points at a cupboard on the other side of the room that I had been looking in. I go over and grab the bread, finding toppings in the cupboard next to it. "Ooh." I breath out, grabbing the peanut butter. "You want anything on yours?" I ask the Doctor.

"Just butter, please." He responds, looking highly concentrated as he pours the tea into a cup.

I finish up with the toast and bring it over to the table, where the Doctor is waiting.

"Here, breakfast of champions." I tease, as I hand over his slices of toast.

He murmurs a thank you and starts to eat. I eat a piece of my peanut butter toast, trying to ignore my aching back.

"You should drink your tea before it cools. It loses some of it's potency that way." The Doctor informs me.

"Huh?" I look up to him in confusion.

"The tea helps with the pain." He says, matter of factly.

I stare at him for a second before it clicks. "Ugh, how did you know?"

The Doctor tilts his head to the side. "Your hormonal levels have shifted, and your estrogen is on the rise. I also saw you rubbing your lower back earlier." He shrugged. "That's why I made you this particular type of tea. It helps reduce cramping and contains an iron supplement."

I pick up the mug and take a long sip of tea. Its not the most flavorful thing I've ever had, but if it does what he says it does then I'm not going to complain. "Your what, sense of smell maybe, is so strong that you can gage my hormonal levels?"

"Yes." He responds simply. Ah. Well then.

I hum in response. "I feel like I should be creeped out, but you know what? I don't even care. This is a very sweet gesture Doctor." I nod at my mug.

The Doctors brow furrows in confusion. "How do you mean?"

He doesn't even get it. I laugh. "Most men are completely terrified of periods. One hint of blood and they're done, don't even get me started on them freaking out over tampons or pads. But you, instead of freaking out, make me a tea specifically designed to help with my cycle."

The Doctor rolls his eyes, something I never would have thought this face would do. "I've never understood the human male attitude towards the female menstrual cycle. It's basic biology."

The fact that he understands fills my body with warmth. I look down at my tea, and continue to drinking it. Wouldn't want it to go to waste after the Doctor made it specifically to help me.

We finish our meal in silence, and I stand up to wash our dishes. The Doctor comes over to help. I wash and he dries.

The Doctor interrupts my thoughts. "I've noticed you don't seem to have your journal?"

"What journal?" I ask him, confused.

"Ah." Is all that he says. "That's something that we should fix."

I narrow my eyes at him. "Mkay. Also, I don't happen to have any hair dye around do I?" I ruffle my hair, frowning at the orange strands I can see. "I think it's time for a change."

He nods at me. "Yes, you should have everything you need in your bathroom. I'm going to go grab something, meet me in the library in two hours?"

"I'll try." I tell him. "I don't know how long it's going to take me to do my hair."

He hums doubtfully, but nods and leaves the kitchen.

I head back to my bathroom to look for my hair dye. Sure enough, there seems to be everything I need. Some kind of space beach, and space colors as well. They claim to be non fading, and will last as long as you want the color to be in. Handy that. At least the future is doing something right.

I bleach my hair, and then go over to the colors to try to decide what I want. I'm reminded of Rory, telling me that I had black hair the last time he saw me. Maybe I should do that? It would be a more natural color too. I wouldn't stick out as much if we traveled to the past. Mind made up, I apply the black.

I head back into my room as I wait to be able to take off the hair dye. I don't really feel like putting on normal clothes when I get out of the shower today. Searching through the clothes in the closet, I let out a whoop of victory when I come across a pair of leggings and an oversized hoodie. I throw them on the bed and jump into the shower to wash the hair dye out.

I finish up in there, drying off and moisturizing, as well as attending to my sanitary needs Then I grab the clothes I threw on the bed and dress in them. Looking in the mirror, I ruffle my new hair. Not bad. A little dark. Frowning, I finger the strands. Darker than I'm used to. Maybe I'll get a few bright scarfs.

I head to the library with 20 minutes to spare. "Doctor?" I call, as I walk in.

"Over here Mabel." I hear from behind a stack of tall shelves. I turn the corner to see a huge fireplace crackling away. Two chairs are placed in front of it, the Doctor in one of them already reading a book.

I sink down into the chair with a sigh of relief. It is heaven on my hips. The Doctor's tea had helped immensely, I normally had cramps that left me curled up in a ball, but I was still sore.

The Doctor looks up at me, and smiles. He reaches out and tugs on a section of my bangs. "I've always liked the black." He tells me.

I wrinkle my nose. "I'm not entirely sure about it yet. The orange was pretty bright, and this feels a little too dark. I was thinking about going and getting some bright scarfs." I ramble, trying to distract myself from the fact that his hand is still on my hair.

He pulls his hand back, and grabs a thin book from the table in front of us. "Here, this is for you."

I take it from his hands, and flip it open to the middle. I was wrong, it wasn't a book. It was a journal instead. Blank, and ready to be written in. "Oh!" I suddenly understand. "This is for me to write down where I am, and what I do. That way I'll know what I can mostly say or not say. Right?" I close the journal, and look at the front with new eyes. It's a deep grey color, with the same circular symbols that are on my door embossed in Tardis blue. "What do they mean?" I ask, tracing the symbols.

"Spoilers, dear." He's says fondly. "If you look in the front, you'll notice I have pictures of all my faces. They are in order. That way no matter where you go, you will be able to recognize me."

I turn the front cover over and there are his faces. I use a finger to trace along the different pictures. From the old man that he has as his first face, to the current one who's all curls. I have a feeling this isn't something that he gives to all of the people he travels with. The feeling that thought gives me makes a smile come to my face. "I've only met you and this other face from this list." I say, tapping my finger on his seventh incarnation. "Though I have met two different future yous." I reach over and grab his hand, squeezing it. "I look forward to meeting the rest of you."

He turns his hand over in mine, so that I'm not so much squeezing it as we are now holding hands. I flush slightly, but tighten my fingers around his. I made the decision before I dyed my hair to be more open to this. I want to see how it progresses.

Leaning forward, I grab a pen from the table. The Doctor settles in and opens his book once more. His right, and my left hand are still linked. I feel his thumb slowly rub against my skin. My flush persists. I chance a glace over at him, but he is absorbed in his book.

I do my best to tune it out and start writing down the adventures that I've been on so far. Most of them I have to leave blank of which Doctor it was, I have no idea which future incarnations the big hair and bowtie were. I guess I'll ask next time.

I finish my writing and check on the Doctor. He seems to be enjoying his book so I leave him to it. Instead, I take the time to look out at what I can see of the rest of the room. It's still boggling to me the sheer size of everything around me.

Everything about this situation is still boggling. I'm half convinced that I'm going to wake up and all of this will have been a fever dream. The other part of me denies that. It knows that to much has happened. My pain has been real.

The Doctor squeezing my hand catches my attention. Looking over, I see that he has finished his book. "Now is not the time to be thinking about those kinds of things Mabel."

"And what kinds of things should I be thinking about?" I ask him.

The Doctor smiles, and leads me to a huge theater room. We end up watching movies and eating popcorn for most of the day.

In fact, I end up staying with this Doctor for the longest time I've spent with a Doctor yet. Weeks pass, then months.

Sometimes we stay in the Tardis and just explore. We rediscovered the squash quart, the second swimming pool. A whole mountain range! We ended up going camping for a week.

Other times the Doctor takes us somewhere. We went to a planet called Calderon Beta. It was known for it's chip shops, but more importantly it was home to a four hundred foot tree. Apparently, from the top of that tree at a specific time and date, you could see more stars in the night sky from that tree then in any other point in history. It was gorgeous, and the chips weren't bad either. We visited a race of two headed people called Aplans on the planet Alfava Metraxis. Everything was going fine until we somehow got in a four-way marriage with one of them. Then we had to do a runner at the altar. I don't know if we'll ever be welcomed back there!

We were perusing the market of Tiaanamat, in the asteroid belt of Akhaten, when I felt the familiar heat raising inside of me. "Doctor!" I called out to him.

"Mabel?" The Doctor responds, looking up from the stall he is at. "Oh, you're leaving." He says, looking sad.

I reach up and touch his face gently. "Don't worry Doctor. You'll have a me jump around eventually." I can feel the fire burning higher and I know I'm going to jump soon. "See you soon!" And the world goes white.