Chapter 3! For the beautiful and wonderful ginger of my heart, Mel!

May we hunt for the episodes we cannot watch because we're American and therefore unworthy of TOGETHER!

"Ooooo! Let's watch this one, Mel!" The Doctor shouted from the living room. Mel was cooking breakfast for dinner and the man digging through her cupboard was trying to find a movie. She glanced over her shoulder to find him holding up The Lion King with a rather adorable imploring expression.

"That's a good one!"

"One of my absolute favorites. You humans, rather good at entertaining." He squinted one eye partially closed and bit his tongue as he inspected the remnants of her movie cabinet before placing the DVD on the coffee table and closing the doors with a slam.

"Please, Doctor, try not to break anything," the red-head called from the kitchen. The Doctor shrugged off his coat, lackadaisically putting his hands in his pockets and sauntering with the self-confidence of a thousand men into the warmth of the kitchen. "So, Doctor, how old are you?"

"Uhm...older than you, that's for sure," he stated, leaning against the counter and exploring the kitchen with his curious gaze.

"You don't look a day over thirty," Mel commented, shoving scrambled eggs onto two plates and gesturing for him to get the toast. He grabbed his plate and lead his hostess to the couch, where he sat down and waited for her to put the movie into the DVD player.

"Actually I'm around nine-hundred years old, believe it or not," he said with a shrug. Mel had her back to him as she set the television up properly.

"Oh I believe you."

"Really, just like that?"

"Yes. Just like that. And let me guess, your vehicle is bigger on the inside," she smiled over to him. He almost choked on his mouthful of eggs.

"How did you know?" he shouted.

"I've done a lot of research, Doctor."

"How do you even know about me?"

"Several historical documentaries," she said. Inside she was laughing and thinking of the television series that she loved so much. If that was a historical documentary, she was a goose. Which, with David Tennant thinking he was the Doctor eating breakfast for dinner in her living room watching The Lion King...she may as well be. He happily munched on his toast, attempting to sing along to The Circle of Life at the same time. Mel laughed and took her empty plate and walked to the kitchen, placing it in the dishwasher.

"Do you think we'll ever manage to find my TARDIS?" he asked, following her with his plate.

"Your what?" she asked, "You mean the big box?"

"Yeah. My vehicle is called the TARDIS. Anyhow," the Doctor continued, "Do you think we'll ever be able to find it? It's not very inconspicuous..."

"Don't worry about it right now, Doctor, just enjoy Disney."

"Okay."

They spent the rest of the evening watching The Lion King and after that, The Little Mermaid, which caused the Doctor to go off on a rant about some alien race that drastically resembled mermaids and how at one point he had been drugged and almost forced to marry their queen. "It was really quite strange," he said, raising one eyebrow and thrusting his chin forward slightly as he remembered. "I could breathe under the water. Although I doubt it was really water so much as something with a very similar form but much higher oxygen-hydrogen content. I never did get the chance to scan it." his puppy-dog pout of disappointment at the end of his story had Mel biting her cheek to keep from laughing at him.

"Oh Doctor, you poor thing. Drugged, almost married to a strange alien race, and he didn't even get to scan the water-like-substance," Mel teased. The Doctor smacked her with the couch pillow and looked at the television, acting indifferent. Mel rolled her eyes. "So, what do you want to do between moping and looking for this TARDIS thing?"

"I don't know, what do you humans usually do in your free-time?" he asked, turning to her. Mel was surprised at this question. Didn't the Doctor practically know everything about humans? In reality, she realized, he was probably just trying to be nice.

"Well we eat, go on dates if we've got someone, and hang about in our pajamas watching television and texting," she answered with a toss of her ginger locks. The Doctor nodded, already knowing this, of course, and turned to her.

"So tomorrow, after we go TARDIS hunting, let's go on a date."

If Mel had been in the middle of swallowing something it would have been spit out in a comically dramatic way or possible choked on. But since she wasn't, she merely looked at the Doctor with a stunned expression resembling that of a fish who has just been tossed back into the water and isn't sure exactly how they had gotten there.

"Uh..."

"Girls like dates, so I've been told. We can go see a movie or go skating," he suggested.

"I love to skate," she said, still blinking in confusion.

"Alright, it's settled! We will go skating tomorrow as soon as we're done looking for the TARDIS in the three-block radius to the north!"

"Uh...okay. Doctor, you can stay in the guest room. It's downstairs and to the right, first door in the hall there. I'm just up the stairs here," she pointed to her bedroom door, "If you need me for any reason."

"Thanks," the Doctor smiled, practically skipping to his room. After hearing the door slam, she sluggishly went to her room and flopped down on her bed, passing out almost instantly from the pure excitement and confusion of the day.