the sun and the moon and the stars (for Jane)

[sortofaman]

Night time, in an island October, and the Doctor was up on the roof of the compound, gazing up at the sky

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[sciencefact]

Most of her life Jane has spent with her eye turned toward the heavens. Frustrating though that is on the island, she's still habitual about it when the sky gets dark, and this is why she even noticed the pair of skinny legs hooked over the edge of the Compound roof. She squints, thinking maybe it's the Doctor up there, although it's difficult to tell exactly.

"Hello there!" she calls, hands on her hips and head tipped back.

[sortofaman]

The Doctor startled, for half a second, before catching himself on the edge of the roof ledge. There wasn't any real danger he would have fallen, but the fact of the too-human reaction was something it took time to get used to. Years of time.

He peered down through the darkness, spotting the face in the dappled light of the moon and the few bulbs that glowed outside the compound. "Oh, Jane, isn't it?" he asked, and smiled. "Good evening."

[sciencefact]

"Looking at the stars or just avoiding people?" Jane hesitates a moment and then shakes her head with a wrinkle of her nose. "Not that the two couldn't be combined, but if you'd rather I leave you alone, I can. There is a load of towels in the laundry room with my name on it."

[sortofaman]

"Well, it's good to know where your towels are, but I'm not avoiding people," the Doctor reassured her. "I'm so not avoiding people; you'd know if I was avoiding people, because I'd be grumpy or hideously full of angst."

It was, frankly, incredibly true. He kicked his legs against the side of the building.

"Did you want to come up, or would you rather enjoy your fresh towels? Can't exactly blame you on the latter, I'm not soft and cuddly and warm like towels, though I am as useful as one."