Who: John Grimm and the Doctor (13) When: Friday Night Where: Outside Grimm's apartment, then the Ice Rink What: A date? Maybe. Probably. Like 60% sure it's a date. Rating: Medium because John's a smoocher
The Doctor had no actual idea what she was doing. She rarely admitted that, but it was true. The last date she had been on had been with River and it had been a twenty-four year affair, not to mention it had been with her wife. This was entirely different, especially considering she didn't have a TARDIS to carry her off to another adventure after. What she was most worried about, was hurting John. She knew the people who traveled with her or who got to know her often got hurt, despite her best intentions.
She had taken the plunge regardless and asked John on a proper date. Sure, they had lunch once or twice, but that had been as friends and she had been explicit about it. Now she couldn't hide behind that. She told him to meet him right outside his apartment building and she got there early, standing and then pacing as she waited. What if things went poorly? Would it be awkward afterward? Maybe. What if things went well? Things might still be awkward after. What if she suddenly was pulled back to her world? This was the most likely scenario that the Doctor could see happen based on her luck and there'd be nothing she could do about it. Not even apologize.
She breathed out slowly and reminded herself to take things one step at a time. Despite her worries and her jitters, the Doctor found herself excited too. She wanted to see John - missed him, even - and so she paced some more, waiting.