A/N: Thank you so much for the faves from everyone! And extra thanks for the reviews! You people are the glitter to my vampire! No, no that was terrible. You're awesome! I'm always excited to get reviews! Keep em coming! Even suggestions for improvement are welcomed! This one is a bit short, and well. Mostly fluff. But I'm still working on it! Promise!


-1490-

-Milan-


"Calypso!" She heard her name over the turmoil of the market. A smile spread to her lips and she ignored the haggling shopkeeper that she had been so focused on before. She knew that voice, though it had been a long while since she had heard it. The last time she had met him she had been furious, she wondered nervously if that was what he would remember. But her most recent meeting with the Doctor had been an older version of the man, she still struggled to get a grasp on that concept and she wasn't entirely sure she had been successful. That had been even more confusing as he had seemed like a stranger to her, and yet he had been very familiar with her.

She shrugged away those thoughts and turned, there he was. Wearing a long brown coat that hung like a cape and a dark blue suit. If he had remembered their last fight, he didn't show it. He grabbed her up in his arms and spun her around in the air, wearing that ridiculous grin of his.

"Oh it's good to see you!" She laughed and found she felt the same way, she had let go of that anger, years before. Accepting that the past was the past, unless you were a time traveler…but she didn't linger long with those thoughts. Her feet kicked in the air as he carried her back behind the stalls so that the shopkeeper might stop staring at them so peculiarly.

"It's good to see you too," She found herself returning his big grin. She had to admit, she felt less alone when he was around. Just knowing there was someone else in the universe who knew exactly what she was going through was more than a relief. He finally set her down against the wall and buried his face in her neck, his sideburns ticking against her cheek. But he seemed to have something else in mind than hugging when she felt his breath warm against her throat. Her heart hammered in her chest as she felt his lips lead a trail of soft kisses up along her jaw. She struggled to keep breathing as he stepped back to moisten his lips with a smile, his intense brown eyes stared back at her, rooting her to the spot. It held a strange power over her and she didn't quite protest when he closed his eyes and kissed her. She felt his hand draw up the back of her neck, hitting a sensitive spot she had forgotten was there and she shivered. She thought she might lose herself forever to this mad man, and she wasn't entirely sure she minded. That was when her nerves got the better of her and she stepped back for a breath.

"Um…Doctor…" She said, her voice shaking.

"Mm?" He didn't seem bothered by the break and had turned his attention to the other side of her throat.

"Do you have the necklace?" It was getting harder to focus on what she wanted to say instead of how his mouth felt against her skin.

"Oh," He breathed, pausing and moving back slowly. He placed his palms on the wall behind her, almost as if pushing himself away. His eyes lost their intensity and he refocused on her, looking sheepish. "Blimey," He sighed. "I've gone and done it again, haven't I?"

"This," She pulled out her strand so she could avoid staring directly into his eyes. "It'll be the fourth time." Only three silver beads hung from the black necklace.

He bit his bottom lip, letting out a slow hissing breath. "This'll be luck thirteen for me." He stepped back and ran his hand over his face, looking incredibly guilty. "Calypso, I'm so sorry." She felt bad then, and almost considered telling him that she thought about not stopping him. Almost. She didn't like where that line of thinking took her. Or, more realistically, she didn't like that she did like where that thought was leading. She had lost her Jonathan, and it had nearly killed her. She didn't plan to make that mistake again; she didn't think she could take it.

"Oi! Get a room you two!" Donna called from behind them, a smirk on her face.

"Donna," The Doctor straightened from the wall and put a comfortable distance between the two of them. "Don't be daft; we've only met a few times."

Donna looked between the two of them and snorted. "Found that out about five minutes too late, did you?"

"Donna," The Doctor warned her with a frown but Donna just laughed it off.

"What? It's not my fault you've got no sense, space man. Callie, it's great to see you again." Donna pulled her into a tight hug and Calypso did her best not to respond awkwardly. But then Donna was grabbing her face with both hands and making loud smooching noises.

"Donna, don't…don't do that." The Doctor shook his head and held the bridge of his nose like he was trying to scold a child.

"What?" She shot him a look. "She's going to find out anyway." She turned back to Calypso with an innocent stare. "I can't stand it any longer, you have to know. We're meant to be together," She gushed, clasping her hands together under her chin. She looked back to the Doctor and leaned in to whisper. "You and me, we, well. We run away together." She jerked her thumb back at the Doctor who just rolled his eyes. "We tell ol' skin and bones to sod off and we go traveling the stars on our own. It's brilliant, seeing the eagle nebula glittering in your eyes." Donna batted her eyelashes adoringly and Calypso was overcome with laughter. "See?" She looked back to the Doctor, looking quite smug. "What you need, is charisma. I've got it in spades." She dusted invisible dirt away from her shoulder. "How many times have we met, my sweet?" She asked Calypso, her voice deepening to sound seductive.

"Twice," Calypso was struggling to keep herself from snorting. "Though, I wasn't very nice last time." She tried to sound apologetic.

"Hear that? First date. Already got her fantasizing about traveling the stars with me." If it were possible, Donna looked even more pleased with herself. "Charisma, Doctor. Something your little time lord brain just isn't capable of."

"Yes, Donna. I can see that now." The Doctor couldn't help smirking at Donna as she strode down the alley, strutting like a model. Calypso found herself staring at him as he watched Donna, a strange feeling tremored in her stomach when she thought of that man. She wasn't entirely sure Donna was correct in her assessment of the Doctor's shortcomings. He turned back to her then, still smiling about Donna and caught her staring. Blood rushed to her face and she furiously tried to stomp down whatever silly thoughts she was having. It was made worse by the knowing grin that slowly spread across the Doctor's face.

"Let's go then, allons-y!" Donna yelled from the end of the street. "You promised me a genius!"

"Come on then," He said kindly, offering his hand to Calypso while she did her best to push away thoughts of how those fingers had felt roaming around her scalp. "Let's go meet Da Vinci."