#that pramanix and her brother do not really see eye to eye

[thormanick]

that's how it goes right-

[johannstutt413]

(requested by mathmaticalknight; continuing from these posts)

“Hey, Doctor?” Pramanix walked into his office without knocking, as was her usual way. “You’re not too busy right now, are you?”

“Never too busy for you. What’s going on?”

They met on the couch, Anya setting her head on his shoulder. “Ensia asked me, so I’m asking you - would you want to elope with me if-”

“Yes, definitely.” He pulled a box out of his pocket. “When?”

“...Holy shit, alright, that answers that. I was going to tell you my brother would pay for a big wedding, but that you’d probably have to plan it, but that saves us both so much effort it’s not even funny. When did you buy that?”

The Doctor chuckled. “Um...I think I bought this before I lost my memory, but I’ve been carrying it around since you asked to sleep on this couch because- Well, you believe in miracles and prophecy, right?”

“I mean, I talk to a goddess as part of my job,” she smiled. “I have to professionally believe in those.”

“Something between a prophetic vision and love at first sight told me to keep this on me. Super cheesy, right?”

Anya slipped her hand behind his head to play with his hair. “I’m curious who you would have given that to if you weren’t an amnesiac, but I’ll take it as one of the Goddess’ miracles. So, if we’re eloping, when do you wanna go?”

“I’ve got vacation time to burn...” He glanced over at the calendar. “This weekend?”

“That’s a little quick to get a honeymoon together, even for Cliffheart. Besides, if we’ve only been going out for two weeks...Can we make it a month even?”

The Doctor shrugged. “So two weeks from now? Sure. Any idea where?”

“Somewhere cold.” She snuggled closer to him. “I’m tempted to take you back home, but that might be too risky...”

“If you wanna go back to Kjerag, that’s more than fine with me.”

Anya sighed, leaning over heavily enough to knock him on his side with a smirk. “Great. Now that that’s settled, be a dear and let’s take a nap.”

“...I can finish those reports later,” he mumbled, enveloped in warmth and impossibly at ease as his hands settled behind her waist. “Tell me if my hands wander too much.”

“That’s the best part, though~”

-

As they worked with Cliff, Courier, the travel agent and the Legal department, it was clear to both the Doctor and Anya that what they were planning was more complicated than they’d anticipated. At least Encio was on a business trip...Somehow, however, they managed, and so it was that two weeks later, they were unpacking their things in a cabin on a mountain range in Kjerag, carefree as could be, when they heard a familiar voice on the other side of their two-couple suite. Anya’s eyes went wide. “That has to be Encio.”

“But who is he with?” The Doctor set his ear to the wall to hear more clearly. “He wouldn't come here by himself.”

“Maybe he just likes the mountain air-”

They heard another familiar voice - a woman’s. “I think someone moved into the other side, Encio.”

“Really?” Footsteps. “Why do you say that, Red?”

“I can smell them.”

Anya’s eyes went wide. “Doctor-”

“I know.” He stared at the wall. “When did they get together?”

“No, you lovable oaf, they know we’re here!”

The Doctor shrugged. “We have to tell him eventually, right? Why not when he’s doing the same thing we are?”

“But-” She stopped herself. “Alright, alright, if they come here, we tell them.”

“Or.”

Anya’s face fell. “No, no, no, I don’t think you understand how bad that would be.”

“Or,” he continued, “we tell him ourselves, right now, without making him come to us.”

“Why would we do that?!”

The Doctor smiled, setting a hand to her face. “Because I want him to know how much I love you. Why are you worried, darling? Wasn’t all this sneaking about so he wouldn’t make a big deal of it and rush us along? He can’t try to accelerate us any further, can he?”

“...Well, there’s one way,” she replied. “He’ll want us to have an heir as soon as biologically possible.”

“Anya, we’re already headed that way. When was the last time we used prot-”

She stomped her foot. “Alright, you win. Let’s go tell him.”

“I’m not taking you over there in a huff,” he chuckled. “If you’re really not okay with it, we can take a couple of days for ourselves first, so long as we beat him to the punch.”

“...No, I want him to see me bothered. He should know you can deal with me at my worst and deserve me at my best.”

The Doctor scratched behind her ear. “Then shall I lead?”

“I-if you want.” She leaned into the scratching. “But not n-now.”

“In hindsight, this wasn’t the best way to convince you to go now.” Despite saying this, he sat down on the foot of their bed and guided Anya into his lap without stopping the head-scritch. They’d get around to it eventually...first, he had to get this out of her system.