"Doctor!" Elise shouted from the red chair in the library, snuggled up in a blue blanket that the TARDIS had materialized for her, her first night. The chair was seated next to the coach there, the chair had appeared there in the first two weeks of being there. She loved it. Maybe the TARDIS knew.

He came in smiling, hanging off the door from his hand. "Yes,"

"Tea, can you get me tea?"

"Did they not have tea in america? Are you tea-logged yet?" He asked, walking in and looking over her shoulder. "What are you reading?"

"Sherlock holmes," Elise smiled up at him, placing a Harry Potter bookmark in the page. "I'll get the tea, i'll get you some too. Watch a movie with me,"

"Domestic," He scrunched up his nose, flipping over the couch and plopping down.

"Yeah well, you're traveling with a human."

"Other humans have travelled with me and they haven't domesticated me." He shook off his shoes and laid across the fabric.

"I'm not other humans," She smiled, walking out the door. "Pick a movie!"

He shuffled through them all, debating on whether to watch a documentary or an actual film she'd enjoy. Eventually he found a TV series, and smiled at his choice. BBC Sherlock.

"Look what I got Elise!" He held up the disc case to show her, her footsteps echoing outside the hall. "Haven't seen it, someone bought it for me."

"Oh yeah? Who?" She handed him a cup and pulled up the white porcelain to his lips before sitting down in the red chair again. "Do you just cart around humans for fun?"

"Her name was Donna, bought it in some shop in the future. Not too much though, only 2015. She was rude, and ginger."

"When I first met you, you wanted to be ginger. And you're still rude, rude and ginger. Wanted to become Donna?"

He laughed sadly and looked down at the light colored tea. Elise noticed and went to pat his arm.

"I've known you, what, a month, and I'll already tell you something. I'm not leaving,"

The Doctor smiled up at her. "Good, you make good tea."

She raised up her cup to him and smiled.

"Cheers Elise," They clinked their cups and drank. The Doctor was sitting up now and was leaning back in the couch. He saw how she fell asleep here often, the couch was comfy and so was the chair when she let him sit on it. She had quickly made this her room on the TARDIS as soon as she found it, a pile of books lying in the corner she already went through she wasn't tall enough to put back up on the shelf. He smiled at her and patted the spot next to her. She got up and sat down next to him, her legs coming up to lay there between them.

She yawned and looked at him. "What time is it for me?"

"About twelve, it's late. Want to sleep?"

"Yeah, I'll sleep here tonight. Don't wanna move," She grabbed a pillow off the floor where she had tossed it and placed it under her head. She curled up into a ball and placed her cuppa on a table nearby. "We can watch it tomorrow, don't think you're getting out of it."

"Wouldn't dream of it," He stood up, grabbed her now empty cup and walked down the hall of the TARDIS to the kitchen.

A/N: You don't need to read this next part, this story is intended to be romanticized. It's like Elise is in place of River in such of love and stuff. So this next part is just fluffy, I like. I hope you do too. Thanks for reading and make sure to favorite, review and follow :))))

Along the way he noticed a multitude of Elise's things lying on the floor and on railings. The TARDIS put them away usually, or just the ones that got in the way of their living. She had taken books off the counter and moved them to the library or their rooms. She loved Elise, and at times he debated if she loved her more than him.

"Oh Elise," the Doctor picked up a small her camera lying on the kitchen table and flipped through some pictures. Most of them were of scenery, all of them breathtaking, but every few pictures there was one of one of them. Sometimes it was just her, other it was him when he wasn't looking. And sometimes, very sometimes, it was both of them- smiling together. He didn't know why he felt this immediate attraction to her, how he just felt comfortable with the way she laughed and the way she lounged about on the TARDIS. He liked being with her, he liked the way she made him feel. She made him happy, something he hadn't truly felt in well- since Rose. Since he left that blonde on a god forsaken beach on a parallel Earth with his other self. So he smiled to himself and just kept it at that, forcing his quickly growing feelings down his throat as he walked back to the library and placed the camera at the side table with the Sherlock Holmes book and went back to the console to tinker away until she woke up, ready for the next adventure.