Author’s Note: This is just my own flavor of wishful thinking, pieced together with a few headcanons and ideas. Thanks once again to @longjackets and @veradune for their feedback and their patience.
Summary: Because some pieces can’t be kept apart forever. Post- Hell Bent reunion fic. Part three of…well probably four now.
Rating: M
Warnings: Smut (plot with porn), psychic sex, trans-dimensional booty call payoff, further What a Tweest ™ moments.
Word Count: 2993
AO3 Link: Here
“You’ve redecorated!” he says, boots thumping across the wooden parquet as she tugs him inside.
“Ooh, no, wait, let me guess! You don’t-”
“I like it,” he says, slowing, taking it in. “It suits you.”
The console room looks markedly different, and the wooden floor is only part of it. A second level, reachable by four sets of cast iron spiral stairs, is lined with bookshelves, interrupted only by the great, arching windows that reach upward to the glass dome overhead. Starlight glitters beyond the glass. The console itself is remarkably unchanged, four twisting beams hold the time rotors aloft, burnished gold and embellished in Gallifreyan.