"Ok Riley, see where we are now." The Doctor said from under the consol.

I poked my head out and saw big ben.
"London...again. We only moved a couple of blocks."

"Gaah! There must be something wrong with this bloody-" there was a small explosion.

"Doctor! You ok?" I ran around to help him.

"Yeah yeah, I'm fine. I found the problem. There was a spoon in the grounding circuits. I got it out.

He turned to face me wielding a spoon. I saw his singed face and busted up laughing.

"What? Yes it's funny that a spoon got in the consol, but my recorder once did that. Saved my lives too." He looked at me with no eyebrows.

I was laughing do hard that I couldn't breath.
Soon a Scottish laugh joined mine.

"Better stop. Your. Turning. Purple. Haha."
"Angels. Don't need oxygen." I said between fits.
After about ten minutes we calmed down. Then I saw his face again and returned to my place on the floor.

"Hahaaa. Whew..ok I'm done. Why is my face so funny?"
"Go look." I said not looking at him.

He strolled down the hall to the bathroom. I heard a yell and then laughter.
"All I need is hair dye and a bowtie. Ha!"

"Come here." I say still laughing. He swaggers in with a fez on top of his gray curls.

"You are a riot. "I laugh as I touch his forehead.
"Now you have an independent state of eyebrows again."
He narrowed those beasts then cracked up again.

" Lemme guess, you like me without eyebrows."

"No, you look unfinished without them." I smiled at him and he grinned back.

"Care for some chips?" He gestured out of the door.

I skipped to him and linked our arms.
"Yer buyin'."
..
At the restaurant we talked some about what we should do next. Upon hearing our very different accents we received some strange stares.

"So what should we do now? I mean...we are basically married, in the Galliffrey sense. Which is trapped inside a pocket universe somewhere we can't find. I'm an archangel that can go anywhere in time and space with a single thought. So what should we do?" I dipped a fry in my chocolate milkshake and popped it in my mouth.

"I think we should do exactly what you've done all yer lives. Help people, save planets, get engaged by makin' hot coco."

"Hey that was one time! I was young and-and inexperienced." His face turned pink as he debated.

I laughed a bit, enjoying this peaceful moment. The young waiter came with the bill.

"Who wants this?" The pink Doctor raised his hand. He handed it over and left to clean a table.

A blond man wearing a sweater came up and introduced himself to us.

"Hello, I'm John Watson, I live in the flat next door."
"Hello, I'm the Doctor this is my...daughter Riley. To what do I owe the pleasure?"
"Sir, if you don't mind I would like to take your daughter on a date." He asked nervously. The Doctor choked on his coffee.

"What would you wanna do that for? I mean is she really your type?" The eyebrows were almost touching as he spoke.

"Well I-" John started.

"Your a child. She could be your great grandmother for crying out loud. Besides that, what if we are on a date?" I was too busy trying not to fall over laughing to interrupt.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to offend." The guy finally spat out.

"Hey its allright. What time do you want to pick me up?" I said without laughing.

"Um, what?" The man blinked, caught off guard on my acceptance.

"Big Blue box around the corner, says police on it pick me up at 7. If I'm not outside then knock on the door." I said taking charge.

"Oh, um ok...blue box?"

"Yup on the corner, by the hardware store. See you then." I waved him off and he left.

"What are you doing? Were you not listening? Why do you never listen to me?" He put his head in his hands.

"Like the humans say in this decade 'YOLO'. Why not? It's not like we're going to get married and have seven halfling children. He seems nice, asked my 'dad' if he could take me out before even asking me. Very chivalrous." I chugged the lastnof my milkshake and got up. As I got up, I pulled a twenty out of the air and put it with the bill.

I pulled him up.
"Come on! You've gotta help me get ready!" I ran down the street and into the Tardis. I stopped short in the consol room because of a major headache.

"But you said seven it's only two! What do you need five hours for? You allright?" The Doctor sorta hobbled in behind me.

"Huh? Yeah, just brain freeze." I lied, ignoring the Angel radio. "Have you seen the size of your closet?" I opened the door to said clothes mansion . Racks of clothes from every era lined the walls and filled the floor space. I ran up the spiral staircase to the 21st century landing and grabbed several dresses to try on.

I finally picked out a long Navy blue dress, which made my blue-green eyes pop. I needed wedges in order for the dress not to drag on the floor.

I approached the Doctor, who was reading the Hunger Games, he glanced up and then sprang to his feet.

"You look absolutely ravishing! Although I think you have on too much make up." He added the last bit as if he was just thinking aloud, but I knew that he was just kidding.

"Yeah, well maybe I just need to stop borrowing yours." I said as I made my way to my room.

"Mayb-what? I do not-" I gave him a glare. "It was one time!"

I sat down at my cherry-wood vanity and heated up my curling iron.

He walked in fuming about the make up incident. ( I had put it on him in his sleep.)

"What do you need that thing for? Surely you could just snap your fingers and fix it." He pointed to the iron.

"Exactly, that is why I am teaching you. Now, if the iron is hot enough take it and pinch the strand of hair. Then slide it down to the end, curl it up, hold it, and let it goooo!" I went through the motions as I talked, making a very curly strand of hair beside my face.

"Your turn."
I handed the wand to the Doctor. He nervously fashoned my ginger locks.