"Come on, Doctor," Sarah implored. She was standing in the TARDIS console room in a fetching 1940's style dress. "It's VE Day – and we've defeated the Rutan who was trying to kidnap those American soldiers. We should celebrate!"

The Doctor crossed his arms in negation. "Time Lords don't dance," he said stiffly.

"Oh, 'Time Lords don't dance'," she mimicked, her voice lightly mocking. "You're the one who always tells me how stuffy and dull your people are."

She reached out and flicked a switch on the console. Music poured into the space. Glenn Miller's 'In the Mood,' the Doctor's brain categorized automatically.

Sarah held out a hand to him. "Please?"

The Doctor hesitated. He'd had many traveling companions on his journeys through time and space, but there was something about Sarah Jane that warmed him to his core. She was the fiercest human he had ever met, and her loyalty and devotion humbled him. He knew he held her at arm's length, lest their mutual deep affection veer in a direction he wasn't yet ready to go.

He turned away, ignoring the flash of disappointment in her eyes. Two long strides took him to the coat rack in the corner of the console room, where he shed his scarf and coat.

He spun on his heel and stepped towards his young human, curling his hand gently over hers. He watched with satisfaction as the sad look on her face transmuted into a glow of delight – a ray of sunshine after a passing storm.

"Show me," he said, unable to resist a grin.

Sarah grinned back happily. "It's like this –" she began to demonstrate the steps. "There. So simple even a Time Lord can do it."

He growled at her, and began to follow her lead.

Twenty minutes later, the Doctor had decided that dancing was a lot like flying.

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