"I can't believe you!" the Doctor said as he flipped a switch and pulled a lever. "You wasted your first kiss on someone who'd sink with a boat!"

"I thought it was 'hardly a boat,' Doctor," I smirked.

"I'm cross; don't argue with me," he growled.

"Jealous?" I asked.

"No, just sorry I couldn't do anything." He jabbed a button. "Stupid fixed points in time."

I went back to the wardrobe and changed back into my own clothes, feeling a bit better in a pair of jeans than I had in a dress. I thought back on my first impression of Sam. He seemed far too familiar. I had to have seen someone that looked like him. Anyone. Maybe a great-grandson, or great-great nephew or something. But as hard as I thought, I couldn't place his face and it was driving me crazy.

I returned to the control room and watched the Doctor huffily mutter things as he worked the controls.

"Wait," I said, taking a seat. "How did you not remember that entire Titanic fiasco?"

The Doctor shrugged and said what sounded like "wibbly-wobbly, timey-wimey."

I shook my head and smiled.

He parked the TARDIS exactly where she left from, and exactly when.

Emily soon came through the door carrying a puffy purple coat—the one she only ever used at school. "Alright," she said, "I think that's everything."

"Em," I said, "you do know that 'around the world' meant in orbit, right? You're not really going anywhere significant."

She pulled a sad face, and the Doctor sighed. "Unless you want to," he conceded.

"Yes!" She punched the air and dropped her coat by her bags. "So are you coming, Eliza, or what?"

I bit my lip. "I think I've had enough adventure myself."

She dropped her smile. "You left without me! Ugh! You knew I wanted to go! Jerk! Why would you do that? I can't believe you! I thought we were friends!"

The whole time she was saying this, the Doctor and I were trying to explain about the TARDIS, and finally, I got out a good shout. "EMILY!" She stopped talking. "The TARDIS took off as soon as you left! All by herself. You know how she does that."

Emily sighed. "Fine. What happened?"

"Run-in with the Master," I replied. "He thinks we're at the bottom of the ocean. Or the Doctor is anyway. He didn't realize that wooden locks were nothing to a gun." I glanced over at the chair that the gun was still sitting in. "Whoops."

She raised her eyebrow at the Doctor. "There is no way he had a gun."

"Not him," I replied. "One of the passengers."

"Oh, don't tell me! You saved one, didn't you? You're just like Donna, you know that?"

I saw the Doctor grin a bit from the other side of the console.

"Actually," I replied, "We left him there. He was listed as a casualty. And I don't think he'd adapt well to our time."

"Aw," she said. "That's awful. Are you alright?"

I shrugged. "I'm okay. It's not like I had a crush on him or anything."

She gasped. "You totally did! I can see it in your face! You're blushing, and now you can't stop smiling!"

The Doctor was now peering around the mechanism in the middle of the console. And he was grinning.

"Both of you: shut up." I sat on the railing.

"I said nothing," the Doctor replied.

"You were smiling too loudly," I snapped. "And Emily can't keep her nose in her own business."

Both of them raised their eyebrows and looked at each other before turning back to me.

"Smiling too loudly?" Em asked, smirking.

"Shut up. I can say what I want." I folded my arms.

The Doctor started the TARDIS. "Alright," he said. "Suit yourself. Next stop: Olympus! Wait…. That's Hercules."

Emily laughed, and I just rolled my eyes.

Why did Eliza find Sam so familiar? Was the Doctor actually jealous? Will Emily get that adventure she wants without driving Liza to the brink of insanity?

Stay tuned to find out!

What I mean is: I'm working on a third fanfiction (Around the World), and these questions might be answered (eventually).