Rarity was sitting in the swivel chair, listening to the chaotic stallion ramble on, and on. Something about his eccentric nature made her curious. Made her want to know him better. Get closer to him. She didn't quite understand why, either. Aside from the fact he was charming, and had looks, not much else to him to attract her. Right?
"So! The TARDIS is currently tracking the whereabouts of the weeping angel. No sign of it so far. Disappointing really. I love disposing of dangerous creatures" Time Turned said, sitting in the seat beside Rarity.
"So, Doctor, where are you from? You haven't said much about yourself as I have myself" Rarity inquired, eyeing him closely.
"Very, very, very far away. So far it's painful to even think about it. That and...the fact it's gone" He replied, staring into the distance.
"What is? Your home land?"
"Me entire planet. My entire race. Every bit of it, extinct. I'm the last of my kind. And will be until I die, permanently."
"What do you mean, 'permanently?'" Rarity asked.
"Oh! Sounds like she's picked up something!" Turner exclaimed, running to check the scanner. Therefore dodging Rarity's question.
Rarity sighed, standing up. She slowly walked up to his side, peering over his shoulder. As they both did so, they threw on a pair of reading glasses at the same time. Only difference was his were black and hers were red. They both looked at each other and smiled.
"Oh, lovely!" They exclaimed, grinning gleefully.
Turner landed the TARDIS, trotting out the door. Rarity follows in suit, standing beside him. She looked at the weird object the Doctor was holding. "What's that, darling?"
"It's a portable tracker. That way we can still track the angels. And hopefully the stallion who gave you that statue" He replied, looking up.
They both stood at the edge of the Ever Free Forest. Known to be one of the most mysterious, eerie, and outright disturbing places in Equestria. Everything about it said...unnatural. But, this was no time to be scared.
"Well, alonsy!" Rarity exclaimed, trotting inside.
"Hey! You can't say that. It's my line! Bet you don't even know what it means" The Doctor growled, glaring at her as he followed her.
"It's French. For, 'Lets go'" Rarity replied, holding her head high.
"Know it all" He snorted, making Rarity giggle.
They were just so different! And yet, so damn alike. They'd get used to each other in time. Hopefully.