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The Doctor sat in her chair and scowled. Like a child. She knew it was ridiculous, and petty and sort of selfish to be jealous of Yaz getting along with someone else so swimmingly. But seeing Yaz’s undivided attention on anyone but herself was quickly becoming something the Doctor didn’t like. She didn’t even like herself for it and how possessive she sounded in her own head. 

She knew she’d been pushing her whole fam away, closing herself off. So really it wasn’t a surprise to see. She also knew it meant she could sit in her chair like a total grump and not be brought up on because they were getting used to her mood swings.

Which in hindsight –– that was bad too. 

So when Yaz looked up to find the Doctor scowling directly at her, her expression was understandably confused. Though she looked past it and took Gabriela’s phone from her hand and stuck the screen out for the Doctor to see.

“Doctor look at this! Gabiela saw these super rare birds in the rainforest once. They’re amazing, right? Look at the colours!”

The Doctor took a quick glance, and gave a loose shrug. She could show Yaz far better birds than that.

“Yeah, nice.” 

It was curt, and she was aware of that –– so was Yaz by the looks of her frown, but she continued anyway, “We could maybe go see them sometime?” she offered with a hopeful smile. The Doctor loved that smile, it suited Yaz. 

“I can show you better birds than that, Yaz.” she huffed, looking away. 

Yaz’s hand dropped to her lap as she rolled her eyes. “In one of those moods again then,” she murmured under breath in resignation, passing the phone back to Gabriela with an apologetic glance.

The Doctor picked up what Yaz said, the other woman often seemed to forget about how sharp her hearing was. It only soured the Doctor’s mood further. All she did was push Yaz further away, clearly into the arms of someone else. Not that Yaz was in her arms in the first place, though the Doctor wouldn’t mind…

She shook her head and stood from the chair, setting off on a brisk pace down the beach. She was pretty sure she heard Graham call out after her but she ignored it.

It was a couple minutes later when a hand wrapped around her arm. So lost in her own thoughts, the Doctor didn’t hear whoever creeped up behind her.

“Doctor?!”

Oh. It was Yaz. The Doctor took a breath, preparing herself for what likely to be a pretty crap conversation. 

She let Yaz tug her so she swiveled on the spot to face her, coming straight in the view of a frustrated scowl. 

“What was that all about?” Yaz questioned, gesturing the group that looked like the size of ants in the distance.

How far had she walked?

“What was what all about?” she denied, shoving her hands in her pockets in an anxious tick. 

“You know exactly what. Not being funny, Doctor, but you were being rude. For no reason.” 

The Doctor hated being in Yaz’s bad books, and usually, she’d wilt under the stern gaze of the young officer. The boys used to tease her for bending to Yaz’s every request. But her current mood was as bitter as burnt coffee so she snapped back before she could stop herself.

“You were the one in your own little world with Gabriela and ignoring everyone else!”

“I was having a conversation Doctor. It was nice to have one with somebody that doesn’t bite your head off every five seconds.” Yaz’s arms folded across her chest defensively. 

It was obvious who she was talking about, and the Doctor would be lying if she said it didn’t hurt. But it wasn't exactly as if Yaz was wrong. 

“A very close conversation,” she mumbled to the ground, “Getting quite cosy weren’t you?” the Doctor glanced up for a moment before directing her glare back to the sand she’d just kicked up with the tip of her boot. 

“What?” Yaz frowned, arm dropping back to her sides, “Quite cosy? What are you––” Yaz paused, eyes widening, and suddenly the Doctor’s hearts were thundering in her chest.

Turned out a grouchy mood meant things let slip a lot easier. 

“Doctor?”

The Doctor didn’t look up –– didn’t dare.

“Are you jealous?”

“No.” she replied instantly, and her eyes clamped shut as she realised she’d replied far too quickly for it to be believable. 

“Oh my God,” Yaz huffed, “You are, aren’t you?”

“I’m not!” the Doctor looked up then to the complete look of astonishment on Yaz’s face. “I said I’m not, Yaz.”

Yaz breathed out an airy laugh that lacked any amusement, “Why are you so jealous?”

“Yaz,” the Doctor groaned, “I told you, I’m not––”

“I mean I don’t see why. You haven’t exactly…” Yaz trailed off, shaking her head as she looked out at the fast approaching sunset.

“Haven’t exactly what?”

“Nothing. Nevermind,” Yaz sighed, moving to turn around, “See you back at the TARDIS, Doctor.”

Yaz started to walk back down the beach, hands stuffed in the pockets of her jacket as her gaze followed her feet.

The Doctor knew she should’ve reached out to her in that moment. Pushed her for an answer. But she was afraid. Her head was still a mess. Still yet to sit and process Ruth, Gat, Jack’s warning. The mystery of praxeus had been a brief reprieve from her own mind. Now that was sorted, she had a thousand thoughts to muddle through, her feelings for Yaz one of the strongest and most terrifying ones.