Title: Making History
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Tenth Doctor/Ross Jenkins
Fandom: Doctor Who
Rating: PG-13
Table: 4, 50ficlets
Prompt: 4, History
Disclaimer: This is entirely a product of my own imagination, and I make no profit from it. I do not own the Tenth Doctor or Ross Jenkins, just borrowing them for a while. Please do not sue.


Ross shook his head as he entered the Tardis behind the Doctor, closing the door and making sure that it was firmly shut. "I never thought I'd get to see things like this," he murmured, going up the steps to join his lover by the ship's console.

"Ah, but that's because you never thought that you would be traveling through time and space with a Time Lord!" the Doctor told him with a laugh. He reached down to press a button; seconds later, both of them felt the slight displacement of time and space.

"Who could ever think that something like that is going to happen to them?" Ross answered, leaning against the console and watching his lover as the Doctor studied the readouts. "It's not as though traveling with a Time Lord is an everyday occurrence."

The Doctor laughed again, looking up at him with sparkling eyes. "Of course not. And you know, it's not just anyone who I'll ask to travel with me. It takes a special sort of person to be a companion. I don't often meet anyone who's suited for the job."

"This is less like a job than anything I've ever done," Ross told him, laughing. "And if I were to look at it as being a job, then it's the best one ever. I get to go to all these places that I'd never have dreamed existed -- and I get to see a lot of history."

"I didn't know you were a history buff!" the Doctor exclaimed, looking surprised. "Is there any particular time period you'd like to see? I can take you anywhere you'd like to go, sweetheart. Just say the word, and I'll have us there in a jiffy."

Personally, Ross doubted that the Time Lord could do that. They had been trying to go to one place and ended up in another a few times now since he'd been with the Doctor, and though he'd enjoyed seeing the times that they'd gone to, it had been a little disconcerting.

Expecting to end up in one place and see a part of history, and actually being in a completely different time with different expectations, could be a bit strange. But even when they'd ended up in the wrong time and place, things had been interesting, to say the least.

Of course, the Doctor did get them to the right place more often than not. Ross couldn't help but think that sometimes it was the Tardis herself who steered them wrong; she might not have wanted them to go where they intended to be.

Or it could possibly have been some sort of malfunction with the ship, he told himself before he dismissed the thought. No, the Tardis was a living being; she wasn't just a ship made of wood and wires. She wasn't going to simply malfunction -- was she?

"So, where do you want to go?" the Doctor asked, breaking into his thoughts. The Time Lord looked as if he could hardly wait to hear Ross' answer; he was almost bouncing up and down in his eagerness to be off to the next adventure.

"I didn't have any particular place in mind!" Ross protested with a laugh. "There are so many places in the history of the world that would be interesting to see. Ancient Rome and Greece, Paris in the Revolution, England in the time of Shakespeare ...."

"You want to go to dangerous times, don't you?" the Doctor asked, raising an eyebrow. "I don't think the Revolution would be the best time for us to go to Paris, love. That's not something I'd want to get caught up in. I'd prefer to keep my head."

Ross considered the Doctor's words, then nodded. "All right, I can agree with you about that. But there are so many other historic times on Earth that I'd like to see. Any one of them would be fine with me. Is there any place you haven't been able to see yet?"

The Doctor shook his head, smiling at his young lover. "I think I've been to every place and time of much historical interest," he said softly, his gaze seeming to turn inward for a moment. "But I've seen most of them alone. It's different with a companion."

"Not just a companion," Ross told him softly, moving closer to the Doctor and taking his hand. He raised that thin hand to his lips, kissing the Doctor's fingertips. "With someone who loves you and wants to see all these amazing places and times in your company."

"You could never be just a companion to me," the Doctor told him, his voice soft and husky. "And no matter where we go or what time we're in, I'll always be proud to have you by my side -- not just as my companion, but as the man I love."

Ross slid his arms around the Doctor's waist and pulled the Time Lord close against him, leaning forward to capture the other man's lips with his own. He didn't care what time in history they might be going to -- and at the moment, he was ready for them to make a little history of their own.