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His hair was ginger, short and wavy. The Doctor recalled watching it with just a little bit of envy as he sipped his drink. He looked out of place in this time, wearing a navy blue jacket coupled with a rainbow-coloured shirt and red converse laced under a pair of brown trousers.
She herself had done her best to fit in; she wore a period dress made of fabric that, she discovered, had an annoying tendency to stick to her legs. She gave it a quick tug that detached it from her knee. Of the few things she disliked about being female, she most disliked having to change clothing for the eras less accustomed to a woman in trousers.
They sat in a small café on an Earth just making its way out of the 1940s. A singer in the background in a deep blue dress sang with the pianist, quiet enough not to intrude on conversation, loud enough to be heard easily.

You must remember this:
A kiss is still a kiss, a sigh is just a sigh.
The fundamental things apply
As time goes by.

“Do you have a companion?” he asked her, quirking a grin at her that made her feel uncomfortably as if he already knew the answer.
“I might,” she answered lightly, hoping a bit that he’d leave it at that.
His expression didn’t change from the knowing smile, and he ordered a second drink for her. “Come here often?”

And when two lovers woo,
They still say, ‘I love you’;
On that you can rely.
No matter what the future brings
As time goes by.

They talked for a short while, each expertly dodging any question the other put to them. She had thought at some point he’d give up, leave and find someone else more willing to chat, or simply fall into silence. Instead, he kept up an easy banter without losing his focus on her, never frustrated by the short length or lack of information in her replies.
“Care for a dance?” he offered, holding his hand out to her. She considered declining, but found herself standing and taking his hand instead. He didn’t seem surprised when she attempted to take the lead out of habit; instead, he smiled a little and subtly directed her movements until she found herself following.

Moonlight and love songs
Never out of date.
Hearts full of passion,
Jealousy and hate.
Woman needs man,
And man must have his mate.
That no one can deny.

They danced through several songs with this arrangement, he leading and her learning to follow. The time grew steadily late, and at the end of the evening they were ready to part company. He led her out of the café, leading her straight to where she’d left the TARDIS. She supposed it should have alarmed her that he knew where it was and that it was hers, but it somehow seemed too natural for her to bring it up.
Before she had a chance to find the TARDIS key safely stored in a pocket hidden in the folds of her dress, he pulled her towards him and kissed her. She didn’t gauge how long it lasted. It had a quality of timelessness that would have made it impossibly if she tried.
“Which one are you?” she asked him quietly. He regarded her with eyes she’d half-recognized from the first. Older than they let on.
“The last.” He once more kissed her, this time her hand, and strode away. A minute later, she heard the familiar sound of (his) TARDIS dematerializing.

It's still the same old story,
A fight for love and glory,
A case of do or die.
The world will always welcome lovers
As time goes by.

Later, if she tried to remember it, the evening seemed heavy and musky, like a dream she’d fallen into. There were only a few things she could remember clearly: the kiss he’d given her and the faint taste of jelly babies left in her mouth; the vivid red colour of his hair; a song they’d swung to. The Doctors’ dance.


Fandom: Doctor Who
Characters: Eleven, (Unspecified) Doctor
Prompt: Lovers
Word Count: 686
Rating: Gish
Summary: The Doctors danced.
Author's Notes: Mm, not sure if canon or not. …Probably not.