Nineteen New Year's Eves in a row. Nineteen times for the Doctor to get it right.
“You want fireworks?” The Doctor took Yaz’s hand, “I’ll give you fireworks!”
It had begun with a seemingly one-sided argument between the Doctor and the TARDIS about the different calendar systems on Earth.
“So what if it’s not perfect?” The Doctor huffed. “Yeah, but it’s only 27 seconds.”
“You two having a domestic?” Graham said, seeing the Doctor standing hands-on-hips beside the console.
“She doesn’t share my appreciation of leap days,” the Doctor said, “you like leap days, don’t you Graham?”
“Yeah, who doesn’t love an extra day on the old calendar?” Graham usually found things more amusing if he went along with the Doctor’s ramblings. “Imagine if we didn’t and we ended up having New Year’s Eve mid-morning!”
The Doctor leapt a bit as Ryan and Yaz strolled up. Yaz was still in her pajamas, her dark hair rolling in waves over her shoulders, not yet confined to her cinnamon roll buns.
“Is it New Year’s already?” Ryan asked, never quite sure what time it was when they were on the TARDIS. His phone kept running on Sheffield time, but that meant nothing when you were running around on an alien planet three galaxies away.
Yaz’s tea steeped in the water as the warmth steeped into her hands. The rush of adrenaline after their last adventure had kept her up later than the others, though she was happy to spend that time with the Doctor. As far as Yaz could tell, the time traveller had no need for sleep, yet had all the energy of a hummingbird.
“What do you think, Yaz?” The Doctor asked, curious about her thoughts on the tradition.
“Sounds great,” Yaz agreed without fully comprehending the context of the question. She’d gotten a bit lost in thought, her eyes drifting about as the Doctor spoke enthusiastically. Whatever it was, it no doubt involved running so she excused herself to change.
The Doctor had quite a wide range of success with flirting over the years. She’d been most successful with River, though she was in love with The Doctor before she even met her. She’d changed her appearance to please past companions, sometimes even keeping the same face– that took a lot of focus, mind you– but this, well, she’d not been entirely sure what she’d expected. After Yaz’s mum asked Yaz if they were seeing each other, she’d said no, hadn’t she? It was for the best, things didn’t always end well with the Doctor, but this response just confused her even more. It led to quite a lot of self-doubt, and she almost wished she could consult one of her previous selves for advice.
Hmmm… she pressed her lips together as she watched Yaz take off down the corridor. She became increasingly aware of Ryan and Graham’s presence and took a couple steps back until she had returned to her original spot beside the console. “Right! So, where to first then? Or when I should say!” She began bopping about the console, “oh, hush.”
“We didn’t say anything,” Ryan said, having only been exchanging a look with Graham.
“Not you, the TARDIS!” The Doctor exclaimed.
“What?” Ryan looked quizzically at them, clearly having missed something.
“Alright, where’re we off to then?” Yaz joined them back at the console, clad in a brown leather jacket and perfect buns.
“The biggest party of your life, Yaz,” the Doctor grinned and she finished setting the controls. Yaz always loved this bit, trying to sort out which buttons did what as she moved about the console. The more she watched, the more it seemed that the Doctor and the TARDIS worked together as two halves of a whole, neither one entirely deciding upon what the result might be. Perhaps that’s why they so often ended up somewhere they didn’t mean to go. “Ready?”
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