Another update!

Out of curiosity how many people actually read these little blurbs by the Author?

"Im talking out loud"

I'm talking through the mind

'I am thinking'

Previously

We share

The TARDIS pointed out again. Harry harrumphed and kept his hurt wrist elevated and held against his chest. Focusing on the task his Time Lord just gave him.

Where the bloody hell is he going to find a horse on a spaceship, named Arthur no less?

Turned out it was relatively easy.

Arthur, was a rather beautiful horse if he had to speak for himself, the cloning done to get to this level of likeness was astounding, and Harry could only dream of getting his hands on the specs.

A sharp pain went up his right arm and to his wrist as Arthur nudged him down the corridor back to the control room where the Time Lord was.

Standing in the middle of the path stood Rose and a woman who looked similar to the Madame de Pompadour of his time, but just a little off. (Like I said in the beginning, History Repeating itself). Roses back was turned towards him, but there was no way that the two did not hear him and Arthur approaching them. No offense to Arthur but he was rather loud.

"You and I both know Rose Tyler, that we will always choose the Doctor even if it means choosing the monsters as well." The eighteenth-century woman said. The metaphorical light bulb went off in Harrys head as the realization that 'The Doctor' was the Time Lords title then, not someone else's occupation designation.

'The Doctor. Huh, fitted the man quite well' Harry thought.

The woman's eyes focused on him over Roses shoulder. He couldn't help the shiver that went up his spine as her eyes quickly scanned him, only for the two blue eyes to lock on too his green. "The Lonely Man, and my Lonely Doctor." The sound of a crowd screaming tore through the air as Rose turned around and quickly grabbed Arthurs reigns from his hand and started running down the corridor. The two people who did not belong stood in place as the clip clop of Arther's metal shoes faded.

"You will help him yes?" Reinette asked him.

You will fix my thief? The TARDIS asked again. And he really couldn't stop himself as he looked at this other Madame de Pompadour, and answered her and the TARDIS's question.

"Yes… always" she nodded, satisfied with his response, and walked through the tapestry on the wall and disappeared just as a shattering clash came from the other room in the ship.

Shocked at his own response Harry stood their looking at the metal wall. Pleased pats where given to him from the nearby TARDIS almost feeling like a gentle purr, as his brain started to go into shock. He was contractually bound to the Time Lords and the TARDIS of the galaxy, and yet his magic now hummed with the new bond to this Specific TARDIS and the promise of Always.

It wasn't possible, it was impossible. And yet, it has happened. He didn't even do it thinking of a oath!

Do not worry Engineer. I will share you! Most likely sensing his turmoil on the present topic of 'its impossible' she gently reminded him that The companions in the control room are panicking.

And with the Gryffindor foolishness of 'act now, think latter', Harry started off to the control room.

Rose on the other hand, was thinking too much. The Doctor left knowing full well that they could not follow and he could not return, knowing that by saving this life he would be taking the slow path. She can hear Mickey asking multiple questions, which is his sure sign of panicking.

"We can just take the TARDIS and get him, right?"

"No" she sighed relinquishing any hope of controlling this situation "I can't fly the TARDIS.". At the mention of said time and space ship: they both looked at the blue police phone box.

"But," A voice piped up behind them "I can". Rose and Mickey watched as the stranger approached them and grab the handle of the door, causing not only a slight breeze but also a quite whirr to come from the TARDIS. Hope blossomed in her chest on the aspect that she will save The Doctor, but as it seemed it was not needed as the Doctor came running out of the forgotten fire place.

"Reinette is coming!" He hollered happily as he hurried past them and opened the TARDIS doors.

"Really?" Rose asked. Harry thought she might have sounded a little put off by the aspect, or perhaps it is the fact that once again she was not able to help the Doctor. "And where will we be going?"

"I Don't know," He responded giddily "I told her to pick a star!" grinning cheekily at the group. The Doctor than ran back to the fire place, Harry assumed to pick up Reinette.

Harry pivoted and entered the TARDIS behind Rose and…'What is he, her boyfriend? Or just a friend?' and glanced at the ship.

cooing a Oh sweetheart, your beautiful! As he ran his hand over the railing that was around the central cockpit. However, your in desperate need of attention and pampering. Looking more closely he could see multiple poorly done repair jobs, one being a replacement to the vertical hydrophane for the left residential area.. I mean look at that! What is it, a flour sieve attached to a pipe?

Since inside the TARDIS now, communication was more clear. Harry would describe it as if you had been listening to the radio not completely in tune then suddenly you stand in the right spot and its clearer, without all of the interference.

Because of this the emotion of absolute begrudge, and the image of a lady huffing and crossing her arms in front of her chest caused Harry to softly chuckle to himself. Hearing the door close behind him brought him back to reality, focusing on Rose as she asked the Doctor a question.

"Why her?"

Turning from his spot at the railing, Harry took in the Doctors…rejected was not the right word to explain it, but-

Lonely came the helpful voice of the TARDIS. And then Harry understood then that Reinette was not going to be joining them, and once again observed the Time Lord.

Yes. He agreed The Doctor at this moment really does look very lonely. Harry was starting to see why the ship had put such an emphasis on the word.

"We'll probably never know" the Doctor shrugged "The massive damage that happened to the mother board; they probably where just confused" Tugging on his ear, he walked to the main screen. "Well now that the droids are all gone we can close the last time window."

Harry watched as the man started typing in the orders and debating if he should tell the group why the droids went after her. But looking at how Rose was fidgeting and clearly unsure how to broch the topic going on in her head, decided to just shut up and let the situation handle itself.

"You all right?" came the attentive question and the Doctor looked up at her. It pained Harry looking at the pair because he could tell the taller man was trying to smile but failing.

Even the companion knows he is not ok.

"I'm always alright" Internally cringing at that answer, he thought back to his time after the war. Hadn't he said the same thing to his friends why back then, when he was truly in desperate need of help? Looking through the fringe of his hair, he observed silently as Rose let Mickey take her away and the Doctor waited for them to leave to take out a letter.

Harry could feel the TARDIS continue to interface herself with his person and allowed her through some of the barriers he had naturally kept up out of the void and in a TARDIS. 'Constant vigilance' and all that jazz. It seemed however that the ship had no qualms in forming a connection through herself to her Time Lord.

As the bone deep sadness washed over him, harry quickly muted that part of his brain and hissed angrily at the ship. You have no right to betray your Time Lord like that! He looked again at the brunette leaning on the control panel still reading his letter. Clearly he didn't sense the little intrusion.

But how will you fix him without knowing if he is lonely or not? As I said we will all share. Frustrated at the naivety of this TARDIS and the situation she was trying to pull him into.

It is different sharing the mind with a…you, than it is with another human being. Especially when they don't know about it! He started to panic when he felt her try and open the door between him and the Doctor again. No! if he is hurting, he probably doesn't want a complete stranger to know his every thought and feeling. Think of your Lord and how he would react.

He would not appreciate it eventually was the reply. Harry gently sighed when he felt her presence ease up from his head after the few seconds it took her to come to that decision.

Unknown to Harry, the sigh brought the Time Lords attention to him. Harry froze up seeing the brown eyes gazing back at him, and watched as the sorrow was shoved in some dark corner of the mans mind.

"Oh, um.." he stuttered, scrambling for a topic of conversation while trying to pretend that he totally didn't know that the man was currently depressed "Did you know that the ship we are currently landed on was given SS Madame de Pompadour as its designation?" a single brown eyebrow was raised as the man glanced on the screen that displayed the fireplace and proceeded to shut down the last time window. "And that, um… Its initial voyage was a historical screening of the happenings of king Louse?" The Doctor glanced back at Harry again and just stared.

Lets just say that Harry was never really good at introductions, and working with people, or connecting, or dealing with staring, or generally not good at trying to make a Time Lord less broody. Once again finding the need to comfort the man as the silence continued Harry found himself saying the cheesiest thing he could think of. "So when you think about it, she really did get to go see the stars."

A soft laugh escaped the Time Lords mouth as he looked around him and at the TARDIS. Harry stood awkwardly in his corner of the platform as the man once again turned to the control counsel and started putting data into her system, and held himself back from informing the Time Lord that the breaks where currently still on and will cause a wheezing sound.

They continued on in such manner when in the middle of his thought on how to best repair the cloaking tech, Harry was interrupted by a soft "Thank you" being spoken at him. Well not directly at him considering that the Time Lord was still looking at the screen, but seeing as they were the only ones in the room it was safe to assume that it was for him.

It was also safe to assume that the soft "Anytime" that left Harry's mouth was for the Time Lord.

Thanks for reading! I want to point out that I don't have a Beta so am terribly sorry if grammar is complete shit...

Also wanted to thank all those who commented and favored/alerted my story.

Welp, I got to muster up some pizzaz to start writing the next chapter :) Ta for now!