Covers the some parts of The End of the World, and The Unquiet Dead. Because in the end, unless her presence is going to make an actual significant difference to the plot, which a lot of the time it won't, then it isn't necessary to show all of the scenes, just the ones where any interesting changes happen.

"So that's them…the human race, your personal favourites," Aliya said thoughtfully as she leaned casually against the console.

"Yep," The Doctor said while looking at the scanner.

"How do they turn out?"

"Oh, they go on longer than anyone, they spread out across the universe, touching every star on their huge journey of existence…" The Doctor found himself getting lost in his own words, "Those stupid little apes, shining like the brilliant stars that they are." He snapped out of his daze. "Why do you ask?"

"I was wondering if we could see them…further on in their history, to see how much they change. What happens to the Earth?" Aliya said curiously.

"Do you fancy a little trip to the future?" The Doctor suggested, grinning. She mirrored his smile as her eyes lit up with innocent excitement.

"Yes please," She said automatically. He beamed and began setting the controls for five billion years in the future.

After bluffing their way into being guests on Platform One to watch the sun expand, Aliya was very interested in the psychic paper.

"Where did you pick this up? It's new," She asked, eyeing it as she flipped it over in her hands.

"Picked it up when I helped the Time Agency out once," He explained, "But it's very handy."

"I can see that," She said, smirking, "As if you weren't good enough at getting into places you shouldn't be already."

"Good at getting in, maybe," He admitted, "But not always getting out."

"I can recall that a few times too."

"Only a few? You barely travelled with me, you chickened out, remember? Couldn't handle it."

"Well, I can now," She told him firmly.

That was when the rest of the guests began to arrive. Various species piled in, much to the delight of the Time Lords. And then gifts were exchanged.

"The Gift of Peace. I bring you a cutting of my grandfather," The attractive tree woman, the Forest of Cheam one called Jabe, said, handing the Doctor a small pot with a tiny plant growing out of it.

"Thank you," He replied in awe, seeing the significance of the gesture. He passed the tree cutting to Aliya before patting his pockets in search of something to give. "Yes, gifts, um…I give you in return, air from my lungs." He opened his mouth and expelled air over the face of the tree woman.

"How…intimate," She said in surprise, casting a sensual look at him. Aliya frowned, her different coloured eyes flicking between the two of them.

"There's more where that came from," The Doctor replied suggestively without breaking eye contact.

"I bet there is," She answered flirtatiously, running her gaze over him before smiling. Luckily, before he could continue to flirt, the Face of Boe from the Silver Devastation was introduced, distracting them all.

Aliya stared after Jabe as she walked away. "Trees your new type, are they?" She asked casually, and he looked at her with slight amusement.

"Are you jealous?" He lifted an eyebrow.

"No," She said, frowning, "That's your job. Just asking. She's very nice, and very pretty."

"Also, a tree. Probably not compatible. Besides, I'm spoken for, aren't I?"

She looked down at the hand he was offering for and smiled. "Yes, I suppose you are."

The music started playing from Cassandra's 'iPod' and the Doctor grinned as he began to do a strange mini-dance to it.

"What is this? Doesn't sound 'classical' to me…" Aliya said as she approached him.

"Nah, not really, but it's a 20th century classic," He said happily.

"Well, thanks for bringing me here, it's really interesting." She told him with a pleased smile.

"No problem," He said, returning the smile. He took her hands and began pulling her into movements which matched the beats of the song 'Tainted Love' in the background. She laughed at the strangeness and slight awkwardness the not-quite-a-dance had, but the Doctor could see she was enjoying it all the same.

"Actually, I was wondering if we could get away from all the action for a while," Aliya said slowly after several minutes as she cast her eyes around the room. "Away from people who gather to see destruction for fun."

The Doctor shrugged passively. "If you like," he offered. The two of them stepped out of their dance and began heading towards the room exit with linked arms.

"Doctor?" The tree woman from earlier asked as she virtually appeared out of nowhere, and the two of them turned around to see her holding some hand-held device up. "Thank you."

She walked away with the device and began commanding it using the voice control. "Identify species." She told it, watching the picture of the man and woman continue to turn around on the screen of the device. "Please identify species. Now stop it, identify their race. Where are they from?" The device beeped and finally, reluctantly, gave her an answer, one she couldn't believe. "That's impossible," She said quietly.

The Doctor and Aliya walked into a vacant observation room, choosing to sit on opposite sides of the steps.

"So, you like it, then?" He asked. She nodded, grinning.

"It's great. You learn a lot, from all the travelling, don't you?"

"Why do you think I know so much?" He replied easily with an air of cockiness.

"Well, certainly not because you paid attention in school…" Aliya retorted cheekily.

"Oi, none of that," He reprimanded firmly, but he met her eye and they both chuckled. There was a long silence.

Aliya ran her eyes over his form, eyeing the leather that she always longed to touch. "I love travelling with you, being with you again. It's an opportunity that I thought I would never get."

"Me neither." The Doctor said slowly, his eyes staring compassionately into her own. "But it's fantastic." He got up and sat next to her instead, grinning at her and making her grin back. "Sitting her, top of the world, with my best friend next to me. Yep, that'll do nicely." He turned around just in time for her to kiss him quickly, grabbing him by the jacket lapels and pulling him in.

But he wasn't one to just be snogged and to go along with it. He got off the wood he was sitting on and leant over her where she sat, bringing one hand up to cup her face and take control of the kiss, holding her closer and kissing her more deeply. Meanwhile, his other hand pulled her up slightly from her seat, so that their chests were practically flush against each other and his arm was the only thing holding her in place.

"Okay," Aliya said breathily as they momentarily stopped for oxygen, "You win."

"Of course," He said as though it were obvious.

"You won't always win!" She retorted quickly. He raised an eyebrow.

"Oh really?" He challenged. His fingers descended to her midsection where they began tickling her mercilessly, like they had so many centuries ago back when they were students. She jumped at the torturous sensation that was half pain and half pleasure, begging him to stop. "Oh, so you're ticklish, huh?"

"No," she said automatically but his fingers continued their assault and she let out another squeal as she unsuccessfully tried to fight his hands off. "Okay, yes, I am, just stop, please!"

His hands stopped tickling her and instead began to run up the sides of her torso slowly, his touch light. The contact, however tiny, sent a shiver up Aliya's spine. Eventually his hands travelled up the back of her neck to cup her head and kiss her softly, her reward for having to endure the awful tickling torture.

They had just pulled apart when the entire platform shook, awaking them from the daze.

"Hold on," The Doctor said thoughtfully looking away from her and up at the ceiling. "That's not supposed to happen."

They managed to find Jabe and ask her about the engine anomalies.

"It's the sound of metal, it doesn't make any sense to me," She admitted to them.

"Where the engine room?"

"I don't know, but the maintenance duct is just behind our suite…I could show you, if you like. You and your…wife?" Jabe's gaze travelled to rest on Aliya, her voice uncertain.

"She's not my wife." The Doctor said flatly, and Aliya felt her cheeks go a little pink.

"Partner?" The tree woman's eyes continued to flick between the two of them, analysing their dynamic.

The Doctor looked thoughtful, and shot a questioning look at the blonde woman next to him, who shrugged cluelessly.

"Of sorts," He settled for in the end.

The three of them went off to explore the maintenance ducts together.

"Partner," Aliya mused, starting to smile, "I kind of like that. It's…ambiguous. Like a partner in crime."

"Which you also are."

"Exactly!"

The Doctor walked slowly out of the elevator and down the long, empty room to get to the blonde woman standing in front of the large window.

"It's gone…we just missed it. Everyone was too busy to notice a whole world in its final moment…" She whispered softly, a tear running down her cheek, "Just like Gallifrey. One minute, we were the Lords of Time, looking over everything and respected by almost every species, who know of our greatness, and suddenly…history's changed and we're a myth, an impossible story that no one believes in…" Aliya bit her lip in an attempt to hold back tears and she found a warm, large hand surrounding hers in a comforting hold. "Is this your idea of fun? Bringing me to see another world burn? Does it make you feel better about burning ours?"

"I didn't even think about it like that," He admitted. She just sighed.

"I'm sorry, that was uncalled for, I shouldn't have said that."

"It was plenty called for. I did burn it."

"I'm not strong like you are," Her voice wavered a little. "I can't bear it." The Doctor put his arm around her shoulders and gave her a gentle hug that lasted for a long time, kissed her forehead gently and pulled on her hand to lead her back to the TARDIS.

The Doctor was tinkering, and Aliya was bored beyond belief as she watched him dully from the jump seat. However, her eyes soon settled on the leather jacket draped over the rail. He had discarded it temporarily, and out of boredom and the prospect of a possible new game, Aliya casually got up and swiped the jacket as she went past.

She had just made it to the exit of the console room and pulled the overly large jacket on when the Doctor noticed.

"Oi! Bring that back!" He said sternly.

Aliya's eyes twinkled as she grinned cheekily at him. She looked rather ridiculous in his leather jacket, but wasn't fazed by it.

"Oh, so that's how you want it, is it?" The Doctor asked with a raised eyebrow. "Alright you little tease, I think it's high time you started to run."

Aliya ignored the slight butterflies in her stomach that bounced in reaction to the way he had said 'tease', and flashed another taunting smile before turning and running through the TARDIS corridors.

She could hear him pursuing her, and she laughed at the funny reality of it.

"This is my TARDIS, Ali, you can't win," He called out. She looked back and saw him rounding a corner and coming into view. She merely poked her tongue out at him and kept running, and heard him doing the same.

He was gaining, that much was obvious. However, as Aliya thought about it, the capture surely wouldn't be so bad.

The Doctor watched her run from behind, wearing his jacket when it did not fit her. There was some strange, exhilarating feeling that came with chasing her while she was wearing clothing that was his.

Quickly, he had caught up, and he wasted no time in pinning her against the wall, resulting in their faces being inches apart. With their proximity, came eye contact, and with eye contact came that smouldering look that always led to only one thing.

It was a mutual kiss, both sides fighting for dominance, as though it was their chase game continued into a different round. She could not move her hands or arms, he had her trapped and was in complete control, something she was sure she could bear with no large hardship.

Their locked lips never broke contact as his hands travelled to her shoulders and began pushing the jacket down, removing it deftly and gently.

After a moment of initial confusion, Aliya realised he was only taking his jacket back. However, the words were on the tip of her tongue and she couldn't resist saying them when he pulled away and her lips became free again.

"Trying to undress me, Doctor?" She teased, her eyes still sparkling.

"Nope!" He said cheerily. "Just getting my jacket back. Fantastic!" He pulled his arms through the holes. "Great, now there's a tiny trace of your scent on here!" He complained grumpily.

"I'm sure you'll live," Aliya rolled her eyes. "Well, since there's not going to be any undressing, I think I'll be off." She smirked at him before ducking under his arm and walking off in direction of the music suite, with the interest of finding out if there were any instruments in there that would be close enough to those she (along with every other student) had learnt at the Academy.

The Doctor's eyes followed her with amusement, and went back to the console room to finish what he was doing.

A day or so later, the Doctor suggested a trip in the opposite direction.

"You've seen the future of the humans, how about a look at the past?"

Aliya smiled, not worried about where they were to go. "Sure," She helped him operate the controls while he set the co-ordinates for Naples, 1860.

They landed and she shot him an excited look before racing over to the doors, only to be stopped by his voice.

"Hold it, you'll start a riot out there wearing that!" The Doctor reprimanded her, and Aliya looked down at her denim ensemble before frowning as she realised her mistake. "Wardrobe, off you go, you'll find something suitable."

She sighed and walked out of the console room. While she was gone, the Doctor busied himself under the floor of the console room, programming some of the circuits with his sonic screwdriver. He heard her shoes clicking on the metal grating and looked up.

Aliya wore a long pink and black dress, an elegant off the shoulder gown that complimented her figure while being decent for the time period. She had her short curls pinned closer to her head, with a flowery headpiece sitting on top.

"Blimey!" The Doctor exclaimed, his eyes travelling over her multiple times as he hopped out of the hole in the floor. "You look beautiful! So beautiful, I might have to do this." He kissed her gently, something that did not help her already impressive blushing, and then did a mock bow. "Aliyanadevoralundar, would you allow me to be your escort this evening?"

Aliya smirked, giggling a little. "Do I need you to protect me?" She joked.

"You never know!" He defended. "Come on." He pulled her towards the door.

"Why don't you have to change?"

"I changed my jumper!"

Aliya didn't reply because at that point she opened the door and saw the magical white world outside it. She gasped at the beautiful sight. "Oh, Rassilon, that's…incredible!"

"It's just snow!" The Doctor said casually as he stepped out of the TARDIS after her.

"Well, yes, I know, but…this!" Aliya said softly, her eyes wide as she took in how the white ice covered every surface, and how it made a noise when her boot pressed into it. "It's so pretty…I never imagined it like this."

"How have you never seen snow before?" The Doctor asked in confusion.

She turned her head to roll her eyes at him. "When would I have? We hardly got it in the Citadel!" She knelt down on the ground and scooped up the snow in her fingers, feeling the cold seep through and running her fingers over it to feel the texture of the frozen water.

"What are you doing? You'll ruin your dress, come on!" The Doctor pulled her up and helped her brush all the snow off her dress before the two of them linked arms and walked off down the street.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Aliya asked in disgust as she followed the man and the young woman outside to see them shoving the old woman into the back of a carriage.

The young woman blocked her both and began spouting a huge paragraph about a brain fever and an infirmary, but Aliya rolled her eyes and pushed past to touch the woman's head and realise that she was dead.

"Have you done anything to her? What are you-" The blonde's words were muffled as the man came from behind her with a chloroform cloth, covering her mouth in an attempt to knock her out. She felt her consciousness waver, but fought it, determined not to be bested by a human chemical.

The man and the young woman stared at her with shock and fear as they realised that the chloroform was not going to render her unconscious. He panicked and hit the blonde over the head, the trauma knocking her out.

"What did you do that for?" Gwyneth asked in horror. "That's assault, sir!"

"She's seen too much! And the chloroform didn't work. It's inhuman, that is…" He answered. "Help me get her into the hearse!"

"Come on, faster!" The Doctor urged the man steering the carriage.

"Who exactly is in that hearse?" Dickens asked.

"My friend, she's only…well…she's nowhere near old, let's put it that way, and it's my fault, she's in my care and now she's in danger…" The Doctor said with obvious worry, his hearts beating slightly out of time at the thought of something happening to her.

"Well, why are we wasting time talking about dry old books, this is much more important…driver, be swift! The chase is on!" Charles called forward, and the carriage sped up, and the Doctor grinned at his new friend and old hero.

Aliya woke up not long after the man and the woman left her in the room on the table. She blinked hazily, and remembered what had happened. She got up and off the table, her hand travelling up to her head where she felt a lump, swollen and sore from where the man had hit her.

"Bloody humans," she muttered before heading for the door. She heard a strange noise from behind her and looked around to see the man who had been in the coffin rising out of it with pale eyes staring blankly at her.

Coffin…gas…woman…dead…

She put the pieces together and swore under her breath as she rushed to the door and rattled the handle, which wouldn't budge.

Oh, what she was going to do to that undertaker when she got her hands on him…

"Let me out! Let out of here, you slimy little creep!" She yelled as she banged down the door as loud as she could.

Down the hall while investigating a lamp, the Doctor heard her.

"That's her!" He said when he heard her cries for help. He ran towards the noise despite the protests of the undertaker whom he passed on the way. He used the sonic screwdriver to open the door just as the corpses were about to get her, pulled her through and shut the door again.

Aliya wrapped her arms around his and hugged his middle in a very childlike manner. "Thank the stars for your ridiculously good timing." He chuckled and returned the hug briefly before letting go of her and giving his attention to the three other people with them. "But Doctor, they were saying things to me…they said they wanted help, they wanted us to 'open the rift' before they couldn't sustain themselves…" Aliya told him urgently, and the Doctor looked thoughtful as the five of them walked into the living room.

"So what was all that about, then?" Aliya demanded of the undertaker, who had the decency to look mildly ashamed of himself. "You try to use chloroform to knock me out – I've still got the awful taste in my mouth – and then when that doesn't work, you hit me over the head and kidnap me!"

"Now, look here," Sneed tried to interrupt, but she wasn't having any of it.

"And don't think I was completely oblivious…" Her voice was angry, containing the pomposity and pride of a Time Lord as she spoke. "How dare you touch me? I could feel your hands in places that I don't want anyone's hands!" Her eyes briefly flicked to the Doctor, and when his eyebrow lifted slightly, she did her best to not blush and consider that her statement may not be entirely true.

The Doctor smirked at her words, feeling rather satisfied with himself.

Gwyneth lit a lamp as she and Aliya entered the storeroom. The blonde was looking around the place with genuine curiosity and interest, something the Welsh girl didn't understand.

"Please miss, you shouldn't be helping, it's not right!" Gwyneth said as she saw Aliya doing her own work.

"Why not?" Aliya raised an eyebrow.

"It's just…not right, miss." Gwyneth reached for the cloth in her hand and Aliya reluctantly handed it over, not wanting to upset her.

"Did you go to school?" Aliya asked suddenly, worried.

"Of course I did!" Gwyneth said in an almost offended tone. "What do you think I am, an urchin? I went every Sunday, nice and proper." Aliya frowned in confusion.

"You only went to school once a week?" She asked in a horrified tone.

"We did sums and everything!" Gwyneth nodded, and bit her lip guiltily. "To be honest, I hated every second of it."

Aliya laughed. "So did all of us. And I had to go six days a week!"

"What?" Gwyneth said in shock. "But that's what the men do, they don't let women get that sort of education!"

"They do where I come from," Aliya retorted, "Why don't they let you here?"

"Because we're not smart enough, miss. Men are the smart ones, they do all the hard thinking, we just clean and organise and cook." Gwyneth shrugged.

Aliya scoffed. "Wankers," She muttered. Gwyneth raised her eyebrow at the word.

"Well, isn't it true, miss? That they are? Why else would they be allowed the vote and not us?"

"You're not allowed to vote? That's ridiculous!" Aliya spluttered angrily. The feminist side that she had never had a need for before in her life rose within her. "Women are just as smart as men! We're equal, and depending on the individual and the upbringing, sometimes better. You know your Mr Sneed?"

Gwyneth nodded slowly, a little afraid of the older woman.

"I'm smarter than him," Aliya said simply, and the Welshwoman's eyes widened at the words.

"Well, I find that hard to believe miss, but either way, I won't talk ill of him." She said bluntly, and Aliya bit her lip before backtracking.

"What about socialisation? Handsome men? Boys?"

Gwyneth looked deliberately solemn. "Well, I wouldn't know about that."

"Nothing changes there, Gwyneth. When I was your age, I used to look at boys," Aliya shrugged to show it wasn't a big deal. "Well, actually I used to do a bit more than look, but that's beside the point….someone must have caught your eye. Come on, you can tell me, I won't say anything!"

Gwyneth admitted to having a crush on the butcher's boy who came every Tuesday and had a nice smile. Aliya suggested that Gwyneth make a move and offer him a drink.

"I swear, it is the strangest thing, miss," Gwyneth said in an awed voice. "You've got all the clothes and the breeding, but you talk like some kind of wild thing!"

Aliya laughed. "Maybe I am," She shrugged.

"Doesn't that Doctor of yours mind? That you're full of strange ideas? Do you claim to be smarter than him too?" Gwyneth wondered curiously.

"Only in some things. He bests me most of the time." Aliya admitted.

"Am I right in thinking, miss, that the two of you…" Gwyneth trailed off awkwardly.

Aliya felt her cheeks go a little pink. "Yeah, I suppose we are."

"It's strange though, miss, because you don't wear a ring."

"I left it behind today so that I didn't lose it," She lied. "But you should find someone, get more in your life than old Mr Sneed."

"Oh, now that's not fair. He's not so bad, old Sneed, it was very kind of him to take me in. I lost my mum and dad to the flu when I was twelve," Gwyneth said unsurely, a hint of melancholy in her voice.

"Oh, that's terrible, I'm very sorry to hear that," Aliya said in surprise, her eyes full of sympathy.

"Thank you, miss." Gwyneth sounded surprised by the thoughtfulness of the answer. "But I'll be with them again one day, sitting with them in paradise."

Oh great, she's religious, Aliya thought glumly before deciding that she should have a bit more tolerance for what was the local social norm.

"I shall be so blessed. They're waiting for me. Maybe your son is waiting up there for you too, miss," Gwyneth continued, shooting a kind look at her.

Aliya felt a surge of emotions run through her: shock, grief, confusion, scepticism….

"How did you know I even had a son? How do you know he died?" Aliya demanded weakly, alarmed.

Gwyneth looked shocked and turned away to get on with her work. "I don't know, maybe the Doctor mentioned it…"

"The Doctor would never mention it!"

"Well, I don't know, miss." Aliya didn't answer, she shut her eyes and tried to push away all thoughts that were flooding into her mind. "Mr Sneed says I think too much," Gwyneth's voice broke Aliya from her troubling thoughts, "I'm all alone down here. I bet you've got dozens of servants, though, miss."

"Where I come from, there's no servants," Aliya assured the girl firmly.

"And you've come such a long way…" Gwyneth said vaguely.

"How do you know?"

"You're from a place, with a strange name I've never heard of. There's words and symbols in your head I can't understand for the life of me…the pictures I see, they're so wonderful and so terrible I don't know what to think…" Gwyneth whispered, and Aliya felt her hearts beating faster as she tried to figure out how Gwyneth knew so much, "Strange metal boxes that change shape, going everywhere but not really moving...and it's all about time…people are flying, and you've flown so far, you and the Doctor, further than anyone I know! The things you've seen…the darkness…the silence…the Bad Angel!"

Gwyneth stumbled back against the shelves while Aliya stared at her in shock.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, miss!" Gwyneth apologised profusely. "I've had it since I was a little girl, my mother said I had the Sight, she told me to hide it!"

"And it's getting stronger," The two women jumped as the Doctor's voice joined the conversation from where he stood in the doorway. "More powerful, is that right?"

"All the time, sir," Gwyneth admitted with downcast eyes.

The Doctor and Aliya shut themselves behind the dungeon door as the corpses came after them.

"Give yourself to glory!" The voice of the Gelth said. "Sacrifice your lives to the Gelth!"

"I trusted you!" The Doctor told the Gelth angrily. "I pitied you!"

"We don't want your pity! We want this world and all its flesh!"

"Well not while I'm alive," The Doctor said menacingly.

"Then live now more…"

"We're going to die here…" Aliya said softly, "After so little time together…"

"It's my fault, I brought you here, I'm sorry." The Doctor said, clasping her hand tight.

"Don't apologise, you stupid man," Aliya murmured, leaning her head on his shoulder, "We were just travelling, it's no one's fault."

"I've seen the fall of Troy, World War Five, we've pushed boxes at the Boston tea party, and now we're going to die, in a dungeon…in Cardiff." He sounded particularly horrified by the last word.

"Yeah, somehow I think that the rules of regeneration are a little different when the body is still being used…" Aliya guessed worriedly. "But if I'm going to go down, I'm going to go down fighting. We'll do it together, won't we?"

"Of course we will," He said softly, looking at her with great sadness in his blue eyes.

The Doctor wrapped his arms around her tightly, and she did the same. He kissed her hair and they stayed like that for nearly half a minute before pulling away and turning to face the Gelth with their hands clasped tighter than ever before.

"Doctor, Doctor, turn off the flame, turn up the gas!" Charles Dickens said as he ran into the room.

The Doctor and Aliya set the ship into motion after take-off from Cardiff, so that it was peacefully orbiting Earth, and smiled at each other.

"Alright, what now?" The Doctor wondered excitedly before getting a random idea. "You know what I feel like? A banana. All this saving the world business makes me hungry. Or, maybe, a banana split…do you fancy a banana split?"

"What's a banana split?" Aliya asked blankly, raising an eyebrow and looking at him like he was crazy.

"You're about to find out." The Doctor grinned and took her hand before pulling her through the corridor towards the kitchen.

While the Doctor made the banana splits (something he did with incredible precision), Aliya sat the counter and pulled out her decorative flower headpiece, and pulled out the pins holding up her hair. Her short golden curls tumbled down and she breathed a faint sigh of relief.

The Doctor shot a look at her. "What did you do that for?"

"It was getting uncomfortable…" Aliya shrugged.

"It looked nice, showed off the neck," He complimented, and she smiled, lifting her eyebrows slightly.

"Sounds like you were looking," She teased, fiddling with the hair pins in her hand.

"Maybe I was…there's nothing wrong with that," The Doctor said cheekily, grinning at her. "There you go, one banana split." He pushed a glass dish with ice cream, banana, cherries and chocolate sauce in it towards her. He began to eat his own happily.

She warily tried some, and was not disappointed. "Thanks, it's good."

"Of course it's good, I made it," He said arrogantly.

"You're so full of it…" She rolled her eyes and spooned a large amount of ice-cream and chocolate sauce up before putting it in her mouth. "Mmm…."

The Doctor looked at her and tried not to laugh; she had managed to get a bit of ice-cream and chocolate sauce above her lip, and was completely oblivious.

"What?" Aliya asked worriedly when she saw his expression. "What is it?"

"You've missed a bit, but don't worry, I'll get it," He said cheerily, "Just lean a bit closer."

She leaned forward over the counter towards him, and he did the same. Before she could register his actions, he kissed her top lip, cleaning the food off her in the process. When he pulled away they both laughed heartily.

"Now that, tastes good," The Doctor said contently before going back to his sundae. His blue eyes flicked up to look at her, twinkling with merriment. "And the ice cream wasn't bad either."

Aliya didn't know whether to blush or laugh, and in the end involuntarily did both simultaneously, her cheeks pink as she chuckled.

They ended up feeding each other playfully, and at one point he even purposefully put a dollop of chocolate sauce on the round tip of her nose just so that he could 'clean' her again.

"You know," Aliya said thoughtfully as she went to give the banana on the spoon in her hand to the Doctor, before moving it away at the last second and eating it herself, much to his obvious disappointment, "I think I rather like banana splits."

The Doctor grinned triumphantly as he ate the last cherry.

"Fantastic."