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The Doctor let out a relieved sigh as she took in the fully-rebuilt and cleaned up TARDIS console room.
“Look at you… so much better.”
She, Dan, and Yaz wandered in. As if the Flux hadn’t been bad enough, now they’d tacked on an evening running away from revenge-obsessed Daleks. It was time for a proper holiday. Some solid R&R for all parties. And, at one Daniel Lewis’ insistence, maybe including a moment of confession and revelation between the two women.
The Doctor started talking to the TARDIS as she meandered around the console.
“Thanks for looking after us.” the Doctor whispered, patting her ship affectionately. “If you did… Quite mysterious, actually.”
She came to a stop near the big launch lever, balanced herself against the console, and looked up at her companions. At Yaz. She smiled, and Yaz smiled back. And she knew. She really was going to do something about this, wasn’t she? Damn that overly-perceptive Liverpudlian.
Her double-heartbeat thundered in her head at the very thought of it, but… could be worth it. Possibly.
Would. Definitely.
Then, Yaz dropped her expression to a light frown.
“What did you mean… when you said your actions were catching up with you?”
Right. Reconciliation was probably also on the list. Top of the list, to be honest.
“Yeah…” the Doctor started, unsure where the sentence was supposed to go from there. “Well, I did offer that beach talk, didn’t I?”
“Yeah.” That precious smile came back.
“Let’s, uh… what say we grab some of those mocktails, and I’ll… start explaining meself. Lot of ‘everything’ to get through.”
Now Yaz was positively beaming as she took another step towards the console, instinctually preparing for her part in the take-off sequence.
“Sure.”
That one word was far too full of admiration, and trust, and hope.
And faith. Always faith.
After a split second too long looking into Yaz’s eyes, the Doctor ducked her head down and began working on the myriad dials and switches in front of her.
“Gimme… eight-point-two, twenty-seven blue-into-green, semi-parallel.”
Yaz did as asked – perfectly, the Doctor noted. She’d come a long way since those harrowing months spent locking herself inside an empty white TARDIS, with only a sleeping bag and sticky notes for company.
The Doctor rested her hand on the lever as they finished up, then hopped to the side to make room. Yaz looked up expectantly. Instead of launching them, however, the Doctor used her eyes to wordlessly direct Yaz to join her. Yaz beamed as she skipped across to place her own hand on top of the Doctor’s.
Dan smiled as he watched the women pull the lever together – more than content to know that they’d totally forgotten him while they had eyes only for each other.
Praise Him.