New Year
Ross Tyler was waiting. He was waiting for many things.
He was waiting for the countdown to finish.
He was waiting for his mother to text him back.
But most importantly; he was waiting for the Doctor to finally notice him as more than the companion she thought him to be.
It wasn't a surprise when he realized that he loved the Time Lady that he traveled with, everyone knew it... Everyone but her. She was oblivious to how he felt; she didn't see when his face lit up when she ran around driving the TARDIS, she didn't see his fond smile when she was threatening some alien as if it was the most casual thing in the world and she didn't see him stopping himself from trying to tell her that she was beautiful every time she criticized this 'regeneration' - whatever that was - or when she did something completely fantastic that made Ross bite his tongue so hard that he was surprised he still had a tongue, because she did so many fantastic things in his eyes.
His thoughts were interrupted by the loud cheer and the start of a band and Ross grinned; he could now say that he had been to the year 3000! And the fact that he was stood in a private room with all the past prime ministers - well, their bodies which had been unfrozen and re-animated for the special celebration because Earth still didn't have advanced enough technology for them to come back fully to life yet - was an added bonus.
With a grin on his face, Ross turned around when he heard running footsteps coming towards the room and almost laughed when he saw the Doctor rush in, close the door behind her and lock it with the sonic screwdriver before turning to look at him with a confused expression as the people chasing her banged on the door, shouting her name.
"Since when has giving someone the salt meant an automatic engagement?" The Doctor asks before running forwards and taking his hand, pulling him out of another door and leading him towards where she had parked the TARDIS.