"Me, get killed?" Robin said, smiling softly and holding onto the Doctor with all she had. "Apparently<em>that</em>is as close to impossible as the two of us will ever get." Grinning a little wider, she breathed in the smell of him, her Doctor, and it was the best thing she'd ever smelled. After a moment she pulled back, holding him at arms' length and giving him a once-over.<br/><br/>"I caught that comment about my back, you pervert," she said to him, before walking around him in a slow circle, hips swaying. "What've you got on me, around a thousand years? If I didn't know any better, I might think<em>someone</em>is having a midlife crisis." Giggling, she looked back at the tenth and eleventh Doctors. "But from the way those two are looking, apparently you're right." Then she took him back into a hug, looking over his shoulder at the other two again. "Jealous, boys?" But when she returned her attention to her Doctor, her smile became more sincere.<br/><br/>"Thank you," she said earnestly. "I mean I knew you'd never let me down, but thank you. In the middle of all these Doctors in this room, you're the one I know came back for me." Her eyes sparkled with tears but Robin refused to let them fall. Softly, she took his hand. "Thank you." Suddenly, the doors of the Doctor's TARDIS opened and a head of curly red hair poked out.<br/><br/>"Umm," Allen said, scratching his head. "Can we come out now?"