For those who procrastinate...

TARDIS

The sound of another wire exploding and the flash from the spark it produced brought you back to reality.

You sighed, staring at your notes in front of you. Exams were tomorrow, yet you couldn't find the motivation to study. You thought that maybe the TARDIS would provide a more conducive environment to get you in the mood, and you even told the Doctor to buzz off and go about his own things (much to his dislike, he was hoping to go to the Planet of Youth with you), but today was a day where a certain Timelord deemed it to be 'Repairs Day'. Instead of helping you, he literally did what you told him to. The noise pollution created by him served as a distraction.

You did suggest that maybe the Doctor could take you back in time a few days to give you more time to study, but he refused.

"You can't avoid responsibility forever, (Y/N)," He said, "It's gonna happen, one way or another."

You looked up, a bit annoyed that he didn't let you time travel. The Doctor had his funny goggles on and his tweed jacket off. With his head raised, his left hand reached into the mess of wires and pulled one out, his right holding another wire. He connected them, paused, and grinned widely. No explosions, what an accomplishment. Maybe if he could do this all the time, you wouldn't be in danger every second you were with him.

"Stop staring, it's rude."

Quick as a flash, you looked away, eyes falling onto the notes that sat on your lap.

"I'm not staring," you mumbled to yourself. Unfortunately, his sensitive 'superior' Timelord hearing picked it up.

He let go of the wires in hand and put his hands on his lap, after lifting up his goggles, "Yes you were, I saw that."

You stilled.

"You're supposed to be studying."

Refusing to look up, your eyes scanned over the first sentence they fell on. Apparently, it was about genotype and phenotypes, something that you were familiar with. Genotypes were the genetic make-up of an organism while phenotypes were expressed traits in an organism. See Doctor, you were studying.

Noticing the silence (and denial), the Doctor stood up and walked towards you, taking a seat beside you on the transparent steps.

"Are your notes that boring?" He commented as he peered over your shoulder, "Maybe I could sonic it up a bi-"

"No!"

Your sudden outburst startled the Timelord, who jumped slightly. He blinked repeatedly, before letting out a breath.

"Okay then..."

"Sorry," You apologized immediately, "Didn't mean to-"

"It's ok, you're frustrated, I know that," He comforted, wrapping an arm around you. Your muscles tensed and blood rushed to your cheeks.

"Doctor," You said slowly, "Hands."

His eyes widened and he removed his arm, "Right, sorry. I thought humans comfort each other like that."

You rolled your eyes and eased the tension in your body. He noticed, and backed away, fiddling with his thumbs.

"So what's the problem then?"

"Can't concentrate," you told him bluntly.

He raised a brow, "Because of?"

"I don't know."

He glanced at his thumbs, then looked back at you, tapping your nose and smiling wider than he had ever smiled before. If they could, his eyes would have sparkled.

"I know just the solution."

He stood up abruptly and raced up the stairs. You followed closely behind, gripping onto your notes tightly. He circled around the console, pushing random buttons and pulling different levers. Was this it? Did he finally come to his senses? Was he finally letting you travel back in time?

The TARDIS wheezed to life as you saw the glass structure in the column move up and down repeatedly. The ground started to shake and you held on to the railings, trying your best to maintain your balance. The Doctor flicked a switch, turning around to wink at you before focusing back on the screen of his mini television. A few seconds later, the glass structure slowed to a stop, and the sound of the cloister bell ensured you that the time machine had landed. You blinked slowly. Twice. Where had he taken you now?

The Doctor pushed the television away and flashed a smile at you. He cocked his head towards the wooden doors of the TARDIS. Pity, no wonder he couldn't sonic it shut.

"C'mon then, open the doors."

You eyed him suspiciously, gingerly making your way down the stairs and towards the doors. As you inched closer, you stole a quick glance at the Timelord, who was still smiling ever so brightly.

"Don't worry, I won't have you killed the day before your exams."

Rolling your eyes yet again, your hand reached out for the lock. Sliding it to unlock the doors, you inhaled deeply, mentally preparing yourself. The Doctor and surprises do not get along well with each other.

This was it. You gave the door a gentle nudge.

A black canvas dotted with white and yellow sparks greeted you with joy as the sparks flickered alternatively, seeming to follow a rhythm. At the corner of your eye, a white dash zoomed past, sending an icy chill down your spine, but it was a good, comforting kind of chill. To your right, rings of floating rocks circled a planet whose orange and yellow colours swirled in unison, much like those on Van Gogh's paintings. You pushed the door to open wider, absorbing the view in front of you.

"So, you like it?"

The Doctor's voice broke you away from your mesmerized trance. You turned to face him, eyes filled with curiosity.

"We're just floating in space?"

"Yep," He replied, popping the 'p'.

"Why?"

He sat down on the TARDIS floor, dangling his legs at the edge of the box. You followed suit, except with your legs kept in the machine and crossed.

"Well, this place helps me focus. Throw away my distractions and thoughts and just relax while the Ponds are asleep. Less noisy, I suppose. I thought it might work for you."

He swung his legs playfully like a child on a swing, the cheerful look on his face seeming hard to erase and hard to come by.

A surge of warmth rushed through you, but you didn't know why. You couldn't think of anything to say, and you didn't know why. Noticing this, the Doctor took the notes out of your hand.

"Now, let's see what you need to cover," He read through what was in his hands, "Climate change! Now that's easy."

"Doctor," you interrupted him. He looked at you, and you looked into his eyes. They seemed calm and more relaxed, nothing like you've seen before. You hesitated, but continued.

"Thank you."

He smiled, "Happy to help, (Y/N)."

He rolled up his sleeve and took a quick look at his wristwatch, "You've got three hours or so, time to focus!"

Here you thought that maybe you could ask him to drop you off earlier in the day.