The Lodgers (Part 1)

Evy laughed as the Doctor nearly stumbled and fell as he ran to the doors of the TARDIS to look at their destination. She walked over to him as he stuck his head out.

"No," he called back, stepping out, "Amy, it's definitely not the fifth moon of Sinda Callista."

"Is that a Ryman's?" Evy commented as she stood in the doorway and leaned out, squinting down the road.

Suddenly there was a blast from inside the TARDIS, sending her flying out of the box and into the Doctor as they fell to the ground.

"Amy!" she shouted, rolling over as the Doctor helped her up.

"Amy!" he yelled as well, running back to the TARDIS but it dematerialized, leaving them stranded there.

"Amy!" Evy shouted again, but the box was gone.

"Amy..." the Doctor whispered, realizing she was now trapped in a malfunctioning TARDIS without them.

~8~

They had sat down in the little park where the TARDIS had originally landed and went over a plan of what to do. Evy had begun patting down his coat pockets and pulled out a small earpiece she had tossed in there one random day. He'd stared in shock at the little piece of technology that would act as a communicator between them and the TARDIS.

All she had said to that was 'backup plans' which made him laugh as he got a hold of Amy and explained how to settle the TARDIS down, telling her how to find the Zig Zag Plotter for whenever the TARDIS acted up again.

They had then proceeded to walk around the town, they'd passed a little paper shop with ads in the window only to see a note in red, from Amy above one in particular: One furnished room available immediately, shared kitchen, bathroom, with 27-year-old male, non smoker, 400 pounds pcm, per calendar month, suit young professional.

The Doctor had immediately torn it down and they were off, running through the town, trying to find the address. They'd stopped by a small cash machine when Evy told him that if he planned for them to be there they would need to pay rent, the Doctor flashing his sonic across it, getting it to spew out bill after bill. They managed to find the place rather quickly after assessing that it had to be within walking distance of the shop...and spotting another red written note from Amy stuck to the door of one building certainly helped.

The Doctor rang the doorbell, only for a plump man with a bit of stubble to open the door with a shout of, "I love you!"

They exchanged a glance before looking up to see that the man looked stunned as well, clearly they were not who he was expecting.

"Well, that's good, 'cos we're your new lodgers," the Doctor grinned.

The man stared at them for a moment. There, on his doorstep was a man with longish hair, wearing an earpiece, dressed in a tweed coat and bow-tie…what's more, he was standing beside a beautiful blonde woman with curly hair held in a high ponytail wearing a pair of dark blue jeans tucked in knee high black boots with a yellow sort of shirt on under a black three-quarter sleeved jacket.

The Doctor glanced at the man and over to Evy before stepping forwards, "Do you know," he reached out and plucked a set of keys on a pink key ring out of the man's hands, "This is going to be easier than I expected!"

"But I only just put the advert up today," the man stared at them, "I didn't put my address."

"Well, isn't that a stroke of luck?" Evy smiled at him.

"More lucky than you know," the Doctor added, glancing up at the house before turning back to the man, "Less of a young professional, more of an ancient amateur…"

"But he really is an absolute dream," Evy linked her arm with the Doctor's.

"Aw thanks love," he gave her a quick peck on the lips.

"Are you newlyweds or something?" the man shook his head at them, they both looked so young.

Evy tensed just a bit, not sure what to say, "Are we?" she asked the Doctor.

"Yes, yes we are," the Doctor said quickly, "Let's go with that."

"Hang on," he shook his head, "I don't know if I want you staying, and give me back those keys, you can't have those!" he pulled the keys back.

"Yes, quite right," the Doctor pushed a small paper bag into his hands, "Have some rent," Evy shook her head at him, she'd told him three grand was too much, and it was by the expression on the man's face when he looked down to see a bag full of notes, "Oh, Evy was right wasn't she? That's quite a lot, isn't it? Looks like a lot. Is it a lot?"

He took Evy's hand and stepped past the man into the house, pulling her in with him as the man closed the door behind them.

The lights flickered above the stairs as Evy tensed, 'Perception Filter,' she whispered to the Doctor.

'Looks like it,' he nodded slightly, they'd both gotten quite good at detecting Perception Filters given all Evy's time wearing one and his time around one. Especially after the Byzantium incident, they both always took a moment to just sense if there was something like a Filter around, 'But what's it hiding?'

He spun around to face the man, "Don't spend it all on sweets. Unless you like sweets. I like sweets," he twirled Evy and pulled her to him, "I like Evy too, but oh, sorry!" he stepped forward and gave the man two Gallic air kisses, "That's how we greet each other nowadays, isn't it?"

Evy didn't bother to correct him, it was highly amusing to watch.

Instead she stepped forward and shook the man's hand, "I'm Evy."

"And I'm the Doctor," the Doctor smiled, "Well, they call me the Doctor, I don't know why. I call me the Doctor too. Still don't know why."

"Craig Owens," he said slowly, "The Doctor?"

"Yep," he nodded, spinning around to look up the stairs, "Who lives upstairs?"

"Just some bloke."

"What's he look like?" Evy asked.

"Normal…he's very quiet…" there was a loud bang from above, "Usually. Sorry, who are you again?" the Doctor just tugged Evy into the flat, "Hello? Excuse me?"

They stopped by the corner of the sitting room with a large stain on the ceiling, "Ah!" the Doctor nodded, "I suppose that's...dry rot?"

"Or damp. Or mildew."

"Or none of the above," Evy finished. She glanced at the Doctor, 'It's spreading far too fast…'

"I'll get someone to fix it," Craig promised.

"No, I'll fix it," the Doctor said quickly, looking back and forth between Craig and the stain, "I'm good at fixing rot. Call me the Rotmeister."

"The Rotmeister?" Evy laughed.

"Right, no, I'm the Doctor, don't call me the Rotmeister," he agreed with her, spinning around to look at the room, "This is the most beautiful parlor I have ever seen, you're obviously a man of impeccable taste," he pushed himself up onto the counter, pulling Evy to stand between his legs, her back to him, "We can stay, Craig, can't we? Say we can."

"You haven't even seen the room," he said, stunned at how odd this man was and how seemingly normal his wife was.

"The room?" the Doctor frowned, not sure what he was talking about so he looked at Evy.

"Our room," Evy told him, "The one we'll be staying in when we rent here."

"Oh, yes, our room, our room," he smiled, slipping off the counter, "Take us to our room!"

Craig just stared at him a moment before leading them down the hall to the empty, though furnished, room. They walked in as Craig stood near the doorway, "Yeah, this is Mark's old room, he owns the place, moved out about a month ago. An uncle he'd never even heard of died and left a load of money."

"Well isn't that convenient," Evy remarked, testing the bed before looking up at the Doctor, "This is just fine."

There was more noise from above.

"No time to lose," the Doctor said, turning to Craig, "We'll take it. Ah...you'll want to see our credentials…" he pulled out his psychic paper and held it up, "There...National Insurance numbers..." he moved the paper behind his back and held it up on the other side of him, "NHS numbers..." and again, "References..."

"Is that a reference from the Archbishop of Canterbury?" Craig's eyes widened as he tried to look at the paper but the Doctor pulled it away.

The Doctor grinned, "Evy's his special favorite," he put his finger to his lips as though it was a secret. He spun to face Evy a moment as she shook her head at him, "Are you hungry? I'm hungry."

He took her hand and pulled her from the room, heading towards the kitchen with Craig calling after them, "I haven't got anything in!"

The Doctor just ignored him and raided the refrigerator and cabinets, "You've got everything we need for an omelet fines herbs!" he said, getting to work cooking, "Pour tres!"

"Who's she Craig?" Evy asked, nodding to a photo of Craig and a woman on the refrigerator, even as she eyed the Doctor as he continued to cook, breaking some eggs.

"My friend," Craig answered, "Sophie."

"Your girlfriend?" Evy smiled as Craig blushed.

"Girlfriend?" he swallowed. The Doctor added some grated cheese, "A friend who is a girl. There's nothing going on."

"Ah, that's completely normal," the Doctor nodded, "Works for me," he liked girls who were just friends with him, especially since he had Evy who was most certainly not JUST a friend.

"We met at work about a year ago at the call center."

"Oh, communications exchange," Evy nodded, thinking about that particular job, she'd actually had one at a call center before, during her time on Earth.

"That could be handy," the Doctor added, glancing at Evy as he added some pepper.

"Firm's going down though," Craig sighed, "The bosses are using a totally rubbish business model. I know what they should do, I got a plan all worked out, but I'm just a phone drone, I can't go running in saying I know best. Why am I telling you this? I don't even know you."

"I've got one of those faces," the Doctor shrugged, "People never stop blurting out their plans while I'm around."

'You wish,' Evy laughed in his head as he added some meat.

"Right, where's your stuff?" Craig looked around.

"Don't worry, it'll materialize, if all goes to plan," the Doctor moved to add the broken egg shells when Evy grabbed his hands.

"Why don't you let me do this?" she asked, reaching out and turning the stove on as he had not.

He smiled and kissed her, stepping away for her to take his spot as he turned to Craig, "She's the best cook I've ever met," he told Craig, "And I've met a lot, François Massialot was so jealous of her."

"Stop it," Evy blushed.

"I mean, is jealous?" he frowned, "Would be jealous…yes, that sounds about right."

Craig just stared at them as Evy shook her head, he was so bad with tenses.

~8~

Craig fell back onto the sofa, "Oh, that was incredible!" he breathed, thinking back on the eggs he'd just eaten. He looked over at the Doctor who was sitting in a chair with Evy on his lap, she was laughing as she wiped a bit of food from the Doctor's mouth, "That was absolutely brilliant. Where did you learn to cook?"

"Paris, in the 18th century," the Doctor answered for her, giving her a quick kiss when she'd finished wiping his mouth, "No, hang on, that's not recent, is it? 17th?"

"How would 17th be more recent than the 18th?" she laughed.

"Right, right, right, 20th," he corrected, "Sorry, not used to doing them in the right order."

"Has anyone ever told you that you're a bit weird?" Craig asked, eyeing the Doctor.

"All the time," Evy nodded.

"They never really stop," the Doctor agreed.

"Have you ever been to Paris, Craig?" Evy asked, her hand absently playing with the Doctor's fingers as he had his arms around her waist.

"Nah, I can't see the point of Paris," Craig sighed, "I'm not much of a traveler."

"I can tell from your sofa," the Doctor commented.

"My sofa?"

"You're starting to look like it," the Doctor clarified. Evy lightly hit him on the chest, unable to really reach behind his head to smack him from her position.

Craig just laughed, "Thanks, mate, that's lovely! No, I like it here," he absently began to rub a pink koosh ball on the key ring between his fingers, "I'd miss it, I'd miss..."

"Those keys?"

"What?" Craig looked at them sharply.

"You're sort of...fondling them."

"I'm holding them," he defended, setting them on the arm of the sofa.

"Right," the Doctor nodded as Evy finished off the last of her omelet.

"Anyway..." Craig stood, walking over to a table by the door and fished out a set of keys, "These...these are your keys."

"We can stay?" the Doctor asked, getting up to meet him, Evy standing as well.

"Yeah, you're weird," he nodded at the Doctor and then looked at Evy, "And you can cook, it's good enough for me," he held each key up, explaining what they did, "Right, outdoor, front door, your door."

"Our door," the Doctor smiled, taking the keys, "Our place. Our gaff…ha ha! Yes!" he glanced at Evy, "Me with a key."

"And listen," Craig continued, a bit quieter, to the Doctor, "Mark and I, we had an arrangement where if you ever need me out of your hair, just give me a shout, ok?" he winked.

The Doctor winked back, before asking, "Why would I want that?"

Craig glanced over at Evy who was wiping her mouth on a napkin, looking as though she were trying to hide a smile, "Well, it's just, you're newlyweds right and all…"

"Yes," he nodded, "Yes, yes we are, we are newlyweds."

"Right," Craig nodded as well, "So, if you want to…you know…I'll leave you alone."

The Doctor nodded slowly, not entirely sure what Craig was talking about, but clearly Evy did as she was laughing quite loudly in his mind, "Oh, I will. I'll shout. Yes. Something like...I WAS NOT EXPECTING THIS!"

Evy just walked over to the Doctor and Craig, not able to take it anymore, "That rot…" she nodded over at it, "I wouldn't touch it if I were you Craig."

Before Craig could even ask what she meant Evy had taken the Doctor's arm and was pulling him out of the room. She led him over to the bedroom, shutting the door behind them as the Doctor collapsed on the bed, bouncing. He scooted over as Evy came and laid down beside him.

"Earth to Pond, Earth to Pond," he switched on the communicator, Evy listening on in his mind, "Come in, Pond."

"Doctor!" Amy shouted, the Doctor wincing at the feedback produced, "Oh. Sorry!"

"Could you not wreck my new earpiece, Pond?"

"How's the TARDIS?" Evy asked.

"See for yourself," Amy replied before they could hear the TARDIS whirring, not sounding good.

"Ooh, nasty," the Doctor sat up with Evy, "She's locked in a materialization loop, trying to land again but she can't."

"And whatever's stopping her is upstairs in that flat. So go upstairs and sort it!"

"We don't know what it is yet," Evy sighed as the Doctor pulled her to stand on the bed, "Anything that can stop the TARDIS from landing isn't something we should face unawares. This is big Amy."

"Scary big!" the Doctor agreed.

"Wait...are you scared?" Amy asked.

"Not in the slightest," Evy replied, "But we can't just waltz in there till we know what's in there and how to deal with it," Evy explained.

"It is vital that this 'man' upstairs doesn't realize who and what we are," the Doctor bounced on the bed, a smile on his face.

"Which means no sonicing," Evy reminded him, his smile slowly morphing into a pout, which she gave him a peck for, "And no advanced technology."

He sighed, "We can only use this…" he tapped the earpiece, "'Cos we're on scramble," he jumped to the floor as Evy laughed, "To anyone else hearing this conversation, we're talking absolute gibberish. All we've got to do is pass as ordinary human beings. Simple. What could possibly go wrong?"

"You really need to stop saying that!" Evy scolded lightly as the Doctor put on a pair of sunglasses.

"Have you seen you?" Amy asked incredulously.

"So you're just going to be snide?" the Doctor asked, "No helpful hints?"

"Hmm, well, here's one...bow-tie, get rid!"

The Doctor checked himself out in the mirror, "Bow-ties are cool."

Evy laughed and walked over to him, pulling the sunglasses off, "I have to agree, they do suit you."

"Ha!" he called in triumph, "Come on, Amy, I'm a normal bloke, tell me what normal blokes do."

"They watch telly, they play football…" she listed, "They go down the pub."

"I could do those things!" he flipped through a book as Evy snorted. He looked over at her, "I don't, but I could!" there was a crash from above them, "Hang on. Wait, wait, wait!" Amy started to scream, "Amy!"

"Doctor look!" Evy shouted, staring at the clocks in the room as they began to spin back and forth. The Doctor looked down at his own watch as well to see the same thing, "It's a localized time loop."

"Interesting," he agreed.

"Ow!" Amy was back, "What's all that?"

"It's a time distortion," Evy said, "The TARDIS is being affected by whatever's happening upstairs."

Amy screamed again for a moment before gasping, "It's stopped...ish! How about your end?"

"Our end's good," the Doctor replied.

"So, doesn't sound great, but nothing to worry about?"

"No, no, no, not really! Just keep the Zig Zag Plotter on full, that'll protect you."

"Ah!" Amy cried out.

"Amy, I said the Zig Zag Plotter!"

"I pulled the Zig Zag Plotter!"

"Are you standing with the door behind you?" Evy asked.

"Yes!"

"Just take two steps to the right and pull it again," Evy told her calmly, a moment later Amy sighed in relief.

"Now, we must not use our sonics," the Doctor said, more to himself than Evy, "We've got work to do, need to pick up a few items," he turned off the comm. and led Evy out of the room.

~8~

They were back within the hour, a shopping cart full of odds and ends, of bits and pieces of objects they might need to build a scanner. Evy was the one to pick out and point out most of the objects, having a better idea of what would be available on Earth at that point in time and how to get it to work than the Doctor who just picked up whatever she pointed to and put it in the cart.

They brought it all back to their room, Evy petting a small cat that sat outside the front door on the way, setting it in the corner as the Doctor fell down to sit on the side of the bed, thinking, trying to figure out what was going on. Evy moved over to him and sat down beside him.

A moment later the Doctor glanced at her, "Um…could you move a bit?"

"Why?" she frowned.

"It's just…" he hesitated, "You're a little bit distracting."

"Distracting?"

"Just a bit," he told her. It might have just been the room, the coziness of it, how close she was, the darkness, whatever it was, he was more aware of her and he was having trouble keeping his mind on the problem at hand.

Evy stood up and moved around the bed to look out the window, the Doctor breathing easier. He began to think of what could possibly be upstairs that could cause a time distortion and what to do about the TARDIS when he felt the bed behind him dip. A moment later, Evy's arms wrapped around his chest from behind, pressing herself flush against him.

"Only a bit distracting?" she whispered to him, moving even closer, "Well, that won't do at all."

She turned his head and gave him a deep kiss…and then proceeded to distract him thoroughly…and the Doctor was imminently grateful that Craig was asleep as he couldn't, for the life of him, remember what he was supposed to shout.

~8~

Evy was almost certain that the Doctor had left his earpiece in.

That morning they had gotten up, ready and refreshed to get to work on the mystery around Craig's flat. They'd found that, after last night, the tension that had built up in the darkness had dissipated a bit, leaving them more focused. Evy had gotten up to say she was going to go get some groceries for Craig's kitchen as there had barely been enough to make the eggs the night before. The Doctor had said he was going to go take a shower to pass the time. She'd warned him to take the earpiece out before she left…but she doubted he had.

She walked back up to the flat to see the Doctor in a towel, holding an electric toothbrush, and giving Gallic air kisses to a woman she recognized as Sophie from the picture on the fridge.

"Oh hello," Evy smiled at the woman, shutting the door behind her, "You must be Sophie," she shuffled her two bags to her one arm and shook the woman's hand, "I'm Evy…" she glanced at the Doctor, "Just ignore him," she turned to him, "What did you do this time?"

"Nothing!" he insisted, following her into the flat as she walked past, entering the kitchen. She got right to work, putting away the groceries as the Doctor and Sophie entered to see Craig on the phone.

"No, Dom's in Malta, there's nobody around," Craig was saying, "Hang on a sec…" he turned to the Doctor, "We've got a match today, pub league, we're one down if you fancy it?"

"Pub league?" the Doctor frowned, confused, "A drinking competition?"

"Football you dunce!" Evy laughed fondly, "He's talking about football."

"Do you...play football?" Craig asked him slowly.

"Football," he nodded, "Football! Yes, blokes play football! I'm good at football, I think."

"You've saved my life!" Craig laughed, patting him on the cheek and going back to the phone, "I've got somebody. Alright, see you down there," he hung up and smiled as Sophie, "Hey, Soph."

The Doctor walked over to Evy who, knowing what he wanted, just held out a small carton of milk for him to take. He smiled at her and kissed her cheek in thanks before drinking it.

"Hey, I thought I'd come early and meet your new flatmates," Sophie told him.

"Do you play, Sophie?" the Doctor asked her, drinking more from the carton as Evy rolled her eyes and got back to the groceries.

"No, Soph just stands on the sidelines, she's my mascot," Craig said.

"I'm your mascot?" Sophie turned to him, "Mascot?"

"Well, not my mascot, it's a football match, I can't take a date."

"I didn't say I was your date."

"Neither did I."

The Doctor looked over at Evy as they all stood there awkwardly, "You should get dressed," Evy nodded at him. The Doctor nodded, handing Craig his toothbrush and stepped into their room.

"Oh, the spare kit's just in the bottom drawer," Craig called.

"Bit of a mess," the Doctor replied, closing the door.

"What d'you think?" Craig turned to Sophie.

"You didn't say he was gorgeous!" Sophie breathed.

"Oi, he's mine!" Evy called humorously as she put the last bit of food away.

"Oh, I'm sorry!" Sophie spun to face her, nearly forgetting she had been in the room.

Evy laughed and waved her off, "That's alright, we once had a friend who traveled with us, everyone thought they were together, it was hilarious seeing him get all flustered about it."

Sophie laughed, eyeing the beautiful woman standing in the kitchen as well. She really was very pretty, blonde hair, hazel eyes, slim…and she was living in the flat as well...with Craig...

Evy smiled reassuringly, seeing the woman's unease, "I'm his wife," she added quickly, sticking to their cover.

She could practically see the woman relax at the news as she glanced over at Craig, clearly the man had only told her he had two new flatmates and not that they were supposedly 'married.'

The Doctor popped his head out of the room, still in his towel, "You unlocked the door," he looked at Sophie, "How did you do that? Those are your keys," he nodded at the pink set in her hands, "You must have left them last time you came here."

"Yeah, but I...how do you know these are my keys?" Sophie frowned.

Craig blushed, "I've been holding them!"

"I have got another set," she replied, holding up a spare set.

"You've got two sets of keys to someone else's house?" the Doctor frowned.

"Yeah."

"I see!" he smiled, "You must like it here too."

"Off you!" Evy called, ushering him into the room again, "You need to get ready!"

She shut the door behind them, turning around to see the Doctor, standing there, in his towel…and the tension was back.

"So what exactly is football?" he asked.

Evy laughed, walking over to the bottom drawer and pulling out the uniform, handing it to him. She spun around as he let the towel drop and just looked around the room for a distraction, not wanting to be tempted and knowing how shy he got about it all despite what had happened just that very night, as she explained, "Imagine a large soft cricket ball that you need to get past your opponents and into the other team's net. Only, you can't use your hands, only your feet or chest or head."

"Oh…" the Doctor said slowly, walking over to her, wrapping his arms around her, as she spun to put hers around him, "That sounds like a challenge…I like challenges."

"I know," she walked over to the bed and picking up the uniform shirt, handing it to him. He grinned, taking it from her and tapping the earpiece.

"So Evy and I are going out," he told Amy, "If we hang about the house all the time, him upstairs might get suspicious, notice us."

"He's going to try his hand in football," Evy called over as the Doctor slipped on his shirt.

"Football, ok, well done, that is normal," Amy applauded him.

"Yeah, football, all outdoorsy," he agreed, "Now, football's the one with the sticks, isn't it?" he looked at Evy, "You said sticks too right?'

"No, just chest, head, and feet," Evy shook her head.

"Maybe you ought to sit this one out," Amy suggested, "If you don't know what football is there goes the normal."

Evy laughed, "Don't worry Amy, I'll make sure he seems normal and humany."

"Humany? You wouldn't pass for normal either!"

"I'll have you know I lived on Earth for about half a decade among the humans before I got to travel with the Doctor. I adapted quite quickly thank you very much."

"Really?"

"Oh yeah," Evy nodded to herself, "I learned a lot about you all in those four years."

"I thought it was five?"

"Oh," Evy tensed, she hadn't exactly told Amy everything about ending up in the Mason Institute, when it had happened, how long she had been there, it seemed Amy didn't remember it at all either. The Dream Lord incident had only happened mostly due to Amy's need to decide between the Doctor and Rory and, while she wasn't interested in the Doctor in that way any more, in Amy's memories the incident had never happened because Rory hadn't been born. She'd forgotten everything about it, about what she'd seen of Evy's own dream world, "Yeah…" she grew quiet, looking out the window, not wanting to get into that discussion again, "I…I was on my own that last year…not a lot of interaction and all."

The Doctor walked over to her and wrapped his arms around her, pressing her back against him as he just hugged her from behind, "Look, Amy, we have to head out now…we'll call you after the game," he tapped the earpiece, dropping a kiss onto Evy's neck, "You alright?"

She sighed, "Yeah," she nodded, leaning against him, "Just…it's not something I like to remember."

He nodded, burying his face in her neck, just hugging her before he started swaying side to side, calming her more. They were in their own little world, when Craig knocked on the door to see if they were ready.

~8~

They were walking to the park, the Doctor wearing his tweed coat over his uniform as he walked hand-in-hand with Evy while Craig and Sophie just walked alongside them.

"What are you actually called, what's your proper name?" Craig asked.

"Just call me the Doctor," he replied.

"Yeah," Sophie laughed, finding the title amusing.

"I can't say to these guys, 'Hey, this is my new flatmate, he's called the Doctor,'" Craig said.

"Why not?" the Doctor asked.

"'Cos it's weird," Craig replied as they came to a small group of men in light blue shirts that matched Craig's and the Doctor's.

"Alright, Craig," one of the men stepped forward, slapping Craig's hand as he stepped past, "Soph. Alright, mates."

The Doctor stepped forward, shaking the man's hand, "Hello, I'm Craig's new flatmate…" he gave him a few Gallic air kisses as well, "I'm called the Doctor…"

"Alright, Doctor," the man laughed, "I'm Sean…and who's this?" he smiled at Evy.

"I'm Evy," she nodded at them.

"Right," Sean turned back to the Doctor, "Where are you strongest?"

"Arms," he answered quickly.

Evy laughed, "He meant on the field, what position."

"Oh," the Doctor turned back to them, "Not sure. The front? The side? Below?"

Sean actually started to look a bit worried, "Are you any good though?"

The Doctor spun the ball on his fingertips, "Let's find out!" he kicked it out onto the field and ran off after it.

"Oi!" Evy called, running after him, "Give me your jacket!"

The team watched as she chased after the Doctor who evaded her like a little kid and turned to Craig.

"So who's she again?" Sean asked.

"Apparently she's his wife," Craig replied.

A few members of the team actually seemed to choke on that bit of information while another few just whistled, watching as Evy jumped onto the Doctor's back and they both fell to the ground, laughing, the Doctor shrugging off the jacket as they stood and handing it over to her to hold, giving her a little kiss in the process.

A/N: Oh Evy, you naughty girl. We're getting distractions all over the place aren't we? -Grins- After writing the Academic Series, I couldn't help but wonder what would have happened if the Time Lady had been there with the Time Lord.

Even though the Doctor and Evy aren't technically married (and will not be getting married in an Earth based ceremony) they act enough like it that their ruse of being newlyweds would work. And with how Craig is, I doubt he'd notice they don't have wedding rings lol.

Next chapter...what's this? The Doctor is willing to give up his travelling? What will happen to Evy when the Doctor shows Craig who they are? Which Time Lord will be selected as the new pilot?