Drabble 8: Companion.

"…Oh, god, you seriously watch that show?" She laughs and he pouts, holding the DVDs rather protectively.

"Excuse me for having a thing for sci-fi. And Doctor Who is more than a show, Natalie. It's a… it's a lifestyle."

She blankly stares at him until he rolls his eyes, popping in a disc. Natalie groans, flopping down on his bed, "If I watch this, you'll going to have to watch that documentary on the history of-"

"Naaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat..!" He whines, head falling in her lap, "That's so boring, though! Doctor Who is.. is so…"

"Yeah, I get it, it's 'a lifestyle'." She mocks in a voice nowhere close to his. However, she gives in and watches the first episode. Then the second, then the third. Their positions change frequently; Henry's head in her lap to her head on his shoulder, to laying on his chest, hands intertwined. "Why's he called The Doctor, though? Why isn't he called Doctor Who?"

"I have no idea." He shrugs, eyes still glued to the screen. It's about 3AM and he's almost asleep under her, but she won't stop asking him questions.

"What's Bad Wolf?"

"I don't know, Nat."

"Don't you think he likes her?"

"I guess."

"Do Rose and the Doctor end up together?"

"Not telling."

"Captain Jack's kinda hot."

"He's gay."

"…did he.. leave her? How the fuck is she supposed to have a 'fantastic life' without him?"

"It's okay, babe." He smiles at how into it she is, rubbing her back. Her arms tighten around him, face buried in the crook of his neck. She makes little gasps and giggles as she watches and Henry's content to fall asleep like this.

"They kissed!"

"I'm aware."

"Are they together, now?"

"…"

"Is… is he dying..?" She wakes him up, though she probably didn't even know he was out. Nat sounds seriously distressed and Henry almost laughs, but he's only half-conscious.

"No, babe, just watch."

"It's the guy from Harry Potter!" She grins, snuggling down into Henry's chest, "We should watch the next season."

"Maybe tomorrow… well, later today. Go to sleep, Nat." He kisses her cheek, groping for the remote and flicking off the TV. She sighs, closing her eyes.

Silence.

"Henry?"

"Mmm?"

"I'd be a kick-ass companion."

"I don't doubt it."