He watched as she leaned nonchalantly against his blue, wooden box, a smile playing on her crimson lips as she listened, and he unwittingly ran his fingers through his dishevelled hair, “It’s just that I had it in my head that our meeting would be patriotic…the Ood prophecy was always in my mind when I thought of what, sorry, who you would be, and that white, military coat of yours,” he reached forward and tapped one of her smart, silver buttons, “will suffice, and you’re leaning against the bluest thing here…”
Her smile grew wider as she felt the Tardis, warm against her back.
“But red, we have nothing red, nothing to achieve the patriotic trio, red, white and blue!” he paused and sighed, “nothing red.”
Her grin broadened, “Ask me, Doctor…ask me my name.”
His shoulders rose questioningly as did his eyebrows and she placed a finger delicately on his lips, “I’m Scarlett.”
The Last Krystallos 
I don't usually read before I've written mine but I couldn't resist the Doctor!!! I love this so much. What a clever idea on the prompt! And you should so be their script writer!!!
Very intriguing and mysterious. I think I've missed some of the references here though.
I don't watch Dr Who so much these days, but you certainly placed this very well in that scenario. Very convincing voices.
Excellent and very sensual..xx
This was simply delicious!
I appreciate your comments, I wrote this one for my rather Doctor Who admiring daughter! She would love to be his new companion!
Perfection. That last line, excellent 🙂