"How about some music, then?"

You looked up from your book at the Doctor's suggestion. You were seated on the floor of the T.A.R.D.I.S., while he was in his swing under the console fixing up some techy wechy stuff.

"Yeah, sure, why not?" You smiled, and placed a bookmark at page 394. You stood up and skipped over to the console where the Doctor was looking through some songs from all time periods.

"What do you say, we have Beethoven's never found tenth symphony! If you listen carefully, you can hear the sound of the sonic in the background, I was trying to adjust the recording machine. There's also seventy-second century techno beat, which is guaranteed to stay stuck in your head for hours, so maybe that's not the best idea... Or we could-"

"Doctor," you said, interrupting his rambling as you were struck with an idea. "I was thinking that we could play a game."

"Ooh, games are good, I like games. What did you have in mind?"

"You know how you sometimes set the T.A.R.D.I.S. to send you to some time or place randomly? Where you don't choose? How about we set the music to random, and the first song that plays will determine where we go today. And we have to listen to all of it, of course."

The Doctor seemed to ponder your suggestion for a moment, but then his face lit up with a smile. "Alright, sounds like a cool idea! It'll be something new!" He tinkered for a few moments with the T.A.R.D.I.S., and then he slammed his hand on a big blue button. The two of you waited excitedly while the machine scanned through the music, until a beat started playing. A familiar beat to you.

You started to smile, although quite intrigued at how, with all the songs in the history and future of time and space, this one tune had been chosen. Still, that didn't stop you from swaying your hips and jumping around to the beat. The Doctor took a little longer than you to recognize it, but when he did, an expression of pure glee lit up his features, probably because he would get to show off his "fantastic" dance skills.

All the old paintings on the tombs,
They do the sand dance,
Don't you know?

If they move too quick
They're falling down like a domino.

All the bazaar men by the Nile,
They got the money on a bet.

Gold crocodiles they snap their teeth
On your cigarette.

Foreign types with their hookah pipes say

The two of you looked at each other, and got into position. You stood in front of the Doctor, both of you with your arms folded at ninety degree angles in front and behind. And as the chorus came swinging in, you both walked in sync.

Walk like an Egyptian

The two of you laughed the whole time, you were having tons of fun. At some point, you two had a mini dance-off. The Doctor won, because however bad he was, you were ten times worse.

While he was busting out his moves, you watched him. He was so amazing. Not at dancing, no. But at everything else. He took childlike happiness in the smallest of things, even though the shadow of his ancientness was never truly hidden from sight, revealing how old and damaged he was. He was perfectly flawed to you. But you were excellent at hiding it, whatever this "it" really was. If you concealed your...emotions for him, hopefully you wouldn't feel them anymore. It was not an advantage to care for him. It would hurt the both of you in the end. He would live on while you grew old, and he would leave you because of this. Even friendship was risky.

Still, as he gestured for you to come over and twirl with him, you pushed these sad thoughts from your mind. As he had once said with all the wisdom he possessed, what was the point of being happy now if you were going to be sad later? The answer was, of course, because you were going to be sad later.

Finally, the song ended, and the two of you flopped down onto the floor. "That," you started, "was fun. We should definitely do it again sometime."

"Yes, it was, wasn't it? But we have more pressing matters to attend to for now! I believe it's fairly obvious when and where we're going," he said, a glimmer of excitement in his eyes as he looked at you.

"Ancient Egypt!" You exclaimed, overjoyed at your good fortune. It had been on your list of places to visit since you first entered the blue box, a little less than a year earlier. You'd never really gotten around to it though, seeing as the Doctor was always being called somewhere or other to save the planet, galaxy, universe, etcetera etcetera. But you were finally going to the place and time you'd dreamed of ever since you were little!

"I'll fly the T.A.R.D.I.S., and you-"

"Go off to the wardrobe and pick out something to wear!" You finished excitedly before dashing up the stairs toward your second favourite room in the blue box (the first being the two-in-one library and pool), the Doctor's fond chuckle resonating behind you.

You reached the costume room and excitedly skimmed through it. You glanced fondly at the beautiful red kimono you had worn to fifteenth century Japan, but with horror to the awfully tight leather combination you had categorically refused to wear to the futuristic planet where it was popular. You strolled past Roman togas and Greek chitons, finally arriving in the section for Ancient Egypt.

After rummaging a bit, you found a nice linen dress in your size and slipped it on. The light material fell to your ankles, hugging your curves, but not too tight as make you uncomfortable. You looked at yourself in the mirror, but found you should add a bit of personality to the plain white dress.

Looking through a chest of drawers containing jewellery, you found a large golden collar necklace, like the ones you used to see in your books about the ancient civilization. You happily noted that it was also studded with lapis lazuli stones the exact same shade as the T.A.R.D.I.S., which you thought added great beauty to it.

After adding heavy kohl around your eyes to complete the Egyptian look, you walked back to the console room in your sandal clad feet. "Well? What do you think?"

The Doctor was frowning at the console, seemingly confused about something on the screen. You repeated your question, undeterred by his distractedness, and he finally looked up at you.

His mouth dropped open and his eyes widened. "You-you," he cleared his throat, "you look very...cool." As he searched for his words, you thought a light colour had tinted his cheeks, but it might have been a trick of the light what with the T.A.R.D.I.S. being so orange and bright. Nevertheless, you very much appreciated the compliment, as you knew he used the term to describe his beloved bow tie.

"Thank you! Are we here?" You asked, ready to explore the land of the pyramids.

The Doctor blinked, and then looked back up at you, seemingly coming out if a daze. "Wha- yes, yes, we're here."
He smiled, extending his arm out to you. "Shall we, Princess of the Nile?"

"Ooh, I rather like that! Y/N, Princess of the Nile! It has a nice ring to it," you joked, hopping down the stairs to join the Doctor. You saw some mischief gleam in the Doctor's eyes at your words, but you elected to ignore it. "And yes, we shall!" You added, as you pulled the door of the T.A.R.D.I.S. open.

*FOUR HOURS LATER IN TIME AND SPACE, IN THE CITY OF AMARNA, IN 1343 B.C.*

The sound of your sandals slapping against the floors of the palace were drowned by the screaming statues running after you. Yes, screaming statues. What a surprise. You turned a corner in an attempt to leave behind your pursuers, but had no such luck. Before you was a flying disk of stone with several hands reaching out toward you, trying to zap you into oblivion.

Just another typical relaxing day of travelling with the Doctor.

It had all started out rather nicely. The Doctor had taken you to Amarna, the city built by Akhenaten and his wife Nefertiti to honour the sun god Aten (Mr. Flying Disk who was trying to murder you, that's right).

It was very beautiful, although still under construction. The temples were divine, as you'd told the Doctor, who had laughed at your pun even though it was the stupidest thing ever. But things had started to turn sour when the Doctor decided to go pay a visit to the rulers.

Thanks to psychic paper, you had had no trouble entering. You saw that people bowed before you, so you asked the Doctor who they thought you were. He wouldn't say. Still, you ignored it, looking over the beautiful frescoes on the wall and the statues of the King and Queen that lined the halls.

You finally reached the throne room, the doors opening before you in a most majestic way. Following the Doctor's lead, you knelt down on the floor before the pharaoh and his queen consort.

Nefertiti absolutely captivated you. She was just as splendid as the tales said. She glowed with a benevolent and beautiful aura, smiling at the two of you, and even winking at the Doctor. You were sure you'd get along with her splendidly, if she stopped throwing him flirtatious looks.

Akhenaten, however, made you slightly uncomfortable. His arrogant face leered down at you, gazing over your body in a way that made you want to hide behind the Doctor. Luckily, as you both stood up, the Doctor seemed to sense this, and put his arm around your shoulders.

"Greetings, noble visitors. It is always a pleasure to welcome others to the city of the Sun God Aten. Tell us, where have you travelled from?" The Queen asked in a languorous voice.

The Doctor spoke up. "Oh, great Nefertiti, we come from a faraway land. I am Sir Doctor of Tardis, and this is my trusty companion, Y/N, Princess of the Nile."

You smiled at the title you had told him you liked. That was why the people had bowed to you. You appreciated it, and noted to thank him later. Akhenaten, however, was not amused.

"Princess of the Nile, you say?" He hissed. "How dare you claim this title as your own when it can only be possessed by a relation of the pharaoh? This is a crime punishable by death!"

You decided you didn't like this man.

"However," he pursued, in a voice that made your skin crawl. You felt the Doctor protectively tighten his hold around you. "I am merciful, and will not punish you for your crime." Well, that was good. "No, instead, you shall have the great honour of becoming my wife before the sun sets on this day." Well, that was not so good.

You had read of the customs of Ancient Egypt, and knew that the pharaoh had many wives. Unfortunately for Akhenaten, you had no intention of becoming one of them. The Doctor looked at you, and you at him, and simultaneously, you both said, "Run!"

So, you were admittedly rather irritated. You had hoped for a peaceful visit of the civilization, seeing the artefacts in their original state before they were withered away by sand and time. But no, that was just too much ask. The gods the Egyptians venerated just had to be aliens, who were set on making you 'fit for the betrothal with the Pharaoh', whatever that ominous sentence meant. And to make matters even better, you had lost the Doctor a few hallways back.

Now, as the stone disk Aten reached its hands to you, it spoke strange words. "The Union between the Pharaoh and his wife signifies that you both shall live together in this life and the next. But you will only join him in death many centuries from now. We must change this, for the ruler of the Land of the Nile waits for no one."

You didn't have much time to ponder the strange words of the creature, as you had to run to stay away from its mysterious rays of blue light which you were sure were not good for you. You, unfortunately, did not know the plans of the palace off by heart, and turned a corner to a dead end, as the hallway was still under construction. As you backed up, you tripped on a tool and fell, the great disk of evil stone looming over you.

Great, you thought, I'm going to die at the hands of a circle.

Your hands clawed at the floor, desperate to find an exit, when suddenly they came over a chisel and a hammer. Your eyes widened, and if you had been a cartoon character, a light bulb would have appeared over your head. You discreetly grabbed each tool in one hand, gathering your courage. This was not the best idea, but it was your only idea.

Just as the stone disk started to gather blue light, you pounced like a tiger, yelling words that gave you strength. "FOR NARNIA!!!"

You struck Aten the Alien with the chisel and hammer, feeling as strong as the mighty Thor with his Mjolnir. The circle of stone crumbled to pieces at the contact, and a smile formed on your face.

Unfortunately, you had jumped rather high into the air, and gravity pulled you down with its heartless strength. You slammed into the floor, hard, and the air was knocked from your lungs. Pieces of stone (which you realized were Aten's remains) embedded themselves painfully into your skin, causing cuts to appear all over your arms and face. Pain pulsated through your left arm, as it had broken your fall, and probably broken itself too.

Ow.

You remained on the stone floor, in too much pain to move. You wondered why none of the other angry statues had come to finish you off, but your brain soon decided that it didn't care. Your eyes started to droop, and soon you were surrounded by darkness.

*ONE DAY LATER IN TIME AND SPACE, IN Y/N'S ROOM ON THE T.A.R.D.I.S.*

Voices. Familiar voices. You could hear them. What were they saying?

"This phone call, it's...uh...it's my note. It's what people do, don't they? Leave a note?"

"Leave a note when?"

"Goodbye, John."

"SHERLOCK!"
"NOOOOOOOOO!"

Both screams were heard at the same time. The first came from John Watson on the television, the second from your horrified self at the sadness of the Reichenbach Fall.

You sat up ramrod straight in your bed, but immediately felt two familiar tweed covered arms wrapping themselves around you. "Shh, shh, it's okay, Y/N, it's okay, shh. I'm sorry, but I had to wake you up, and the book said that extreme trauma would be most effective to pull you from sleep, and you've often told me the Sherlock finale was one of the most traumatizing events you had ever lived through. I'm sorry," the Doctor spoke softly, reassuringly, into your ear.

"That's alright, Doctor, I'm fine," you spoke after a moment, while he still held you tightly in his arms. "How long have I been out?" You asked, as the events preceding your unconsciousness came back to you.

"Around 24 hours," answered the Doctor. "But what happened to you? I lost you at some point, all the statues came after me, but Aten followed you, is that right? What happened to him? He was nowhere in sight when I found you."

You told him how you had defeated Aten, and he beamed proudly at your quick thinking. Then, you told him how you fell and got hurt, and he explained your injuries to you.

"Your cuts are still there, but I put a special balm on them so they won't leave any nasty scars on your perf-...on your skin. As for your left arm, you'll have to wear a cast for a little while, but it should heal properly. It did look rather horrible when I carried you back yesterday, all swollen and purple," he added with a grimace.

"You- you carried me?"

This time, you were positive. That was definitely a blush on his cheeks. "Well, well yes. I-I had to," he answered, seemingly flustered.

You remained impassive in appearance, but on the inside, you were mentally screaming in anguish. You had been carried by the Doctor and you missed the occasion to know how that would feel. Stupid stupid stupid!

You decided to change the subject so the Doctor wouldn't feel uncomfortable anymore. "So, how did they know we were time travellers?"

The Doctor frowned at you, confused, and his blush faded away. "What do you mean?"

"Well, how did the aliens know we travelled through time? Aten told me that I would only die centuries after Akhenaten, so that means they knew I was from the future...doesn't it?"

The Doctor looked at you, seemingly hesitant, before sighing. He put your hand in his, rubbing soothing circles onto it with his thumbs. "Y/N, there is something I have to tell you," he said, and had it not been for the seriousness of his tone, you would have melted from the effect his hand massage had.

He continued gravely. "For a while now, I've noticed certain...anomalies about you. For the last four months, your nails have not grown. At all."

You lifted an eyebrow. You had never noticed, probably because you were too busy travelling through all of time and space. Still, it didn't seem like a terrible revelation, surely lots of people had slow growing nails...right?

"I was curious, so I had the T.A.R.D.I.S. run a few tests on you. I didn't believe the results when I got them the first time, so I reran the tests. The results were identical," he continued.

"Doctor," you spoke in a trembling voice. "You're scaring me. What's wrong with me? Am I...am I ill?"

"No," he answered, shaking his head. "No, you're not ill."

"Then what is it?"

He sighed. "It seems that the T.A.R.D.I.S. has been leaking time gas for quite a while now. In fact, it started just a night or two after you arrived. This gas has no effect on me, as I'm constantly in its presence, but no human has ever been under prolonged exposure to it. But, after breathing it in every day for the last eleven months, your body seems to have developed a resistance to time."

You gave him a blank look.

"The passing of time will not affect you," he continued. "Or at least, hardly. Your lifespan will probably stretch to around five times that of a regular human, which means about five hundred years. And through all that time, your physical traits will be maintained as they are now, unchanged for half a millennium."

You stared at the Doctor, getting lost in his eyes. You thought about what this meant. To a fool, this news would be welcomed with total joy. But you knew better.

You would outlive your parents, your siblings, your friends and your children, if you ever had any. You would stay alone as the eras changed, but you would remain, having to endure the pain of seeing everything you know crumble. You would be completely alone...except for the Doctor.

This thought gave you strength. The Doctor was nearly a thousand years old, and he would definitely last another few centuries. You knew it would be hard, the weight of old age. You saw how it brought down the Doctor sometimes, and caused moments of darkness. But you would be there for him now, to help him through it. He wouldn't have to be alone because you would never have to leave him.

"Y/N, I'm so sorry about this," the Doctor spoke. "I shouldn't have let it happen. I should have stopped it, now you'll have to live so long, and lose so much...like me. I don't want you to become like me. You are so perfect and untarnished, and I'm so...horrible, and tired, and old, so very old, Y/N," he said, and such sadness laced his voice that it brought tears to your eyes.

"Oh Doctor, don't you see? I'll be here for you, here to tell you that you aren't horrible, tired, and old, but wonderful, youthful, and full of life. You do such amazing things all the time, stop bringing yourself down. And don't worry about me, I'll be here with you for all the years to come," you said, raising your hand to his cheek. A sudden sad thought came to you, and you removed your hand. "If you still want me."

The Doctor's eyes filled with astonishment, and he brought your hand to his mouth. "Y/N," he said, so softly that you could barely hear him. "Sweet, sweet, Y/N. You are the kindest," he kissed your hand, "smartest," another kiss , "loveliest," and another, "and most perfect being in all of time and space. And so do not think for one second that I would not want you here with me forever because you are wonderful and amazing and I am no longer afraid to say that I love you," he said tenderly, his beautiful eyes poring into yours. "Y/N Y/L/N, I love you."

You smiled, as tears of happiness fell from your eyes. "I love you, too," you murmured. And the two of you leaned in for the kiss that would start your forever.

Okay. I am a horrible, horrible, awful person. I have not updated in FOREVER, and then when I do update, it's not even a request.

But I have not forgotten about those requests, do not despair. I will write them. I just can't guarantee it will be quick.

This school year has been absolutely hectic so far. I am buried under mounds of homework, having no social life whatsoever (although, let's face it, I never had one in the first place), I DON'T EVEN HAVE TIME TO WATCH DOCTOR WHO! *screams in anguish* So schoolwork is consuming most of my time, which explains my lack of updates.

I apologize once more for how slow I am, friends, and would like to say that I love you all. Thank you for reading this, it truly does make me so happy.

P.S. Happy Thanksgiving to all fellow Canadians!