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The connection disconnected.
He looked at the men beside him.
"Did i go too far?"
Edward stood in deep thought for a moment then made his mind up.
Lifting the sonic screwdriver straight up in the air, he twisted the lower panel releasing a hidden button.
He quickly activated the device.
In an instant, the Tardis had teleported, not materialized, but teleported in front of them.
This was a simple feat as the Sonic Screwdriver could only call the Tardis if they were pretty much within the same location as each other, hence the lack of materialization through the time vortex.
He turned to the young god.
"Give me two minutes, i'll be right back."
Edward unlocked the doors to his ancient transportation machine and entered the gracious console room.
Now came the apology part.
This would be difficult.

Yandela jolted as the TARDIS shook, grasping the counter to keep her feet beneath her. "Oh, what NOW!?"

The moment he entered the Tardis, the first thing that caught his eye was the trail of smoke coming from the burnt intercom speaker.
Without wasting too much time, he made his was through the inner doors and into a short transcendental room which served as a shortcut to the 20th floor.
He made his way into the kitchen. .
"Hi there."

"I don't want to talk to you," she growls, backing away. Magic energy crackles aroun her warningly.

Leaning against the door frame with his arms folded he glanced at the woman.
"This room is locked out from the rest of the Tardis. We could sit here for ten thousand years and to the outside world a minute would just have barely passed."
The Time Lord closed the doors behind him.
"Do you really need me to apologize for something that i was clearly not serious about?"

"It doesn't matter if you were serious or not!" Yandela shouts. "You were making a joke at my expense, my humiliation, and everyone else joined in! I could care less about a stupid apology!"

She turns away, fists clenching. "I just want you to stop. I don't care if you keep flirting or keep on with the advances or whatever. Just don't resort to making me the punchline of your jokes."

Edward's face displayed the look of a defeated man.
"Fine, i accept that it was wrong, and we shouldn't have said those things but it still doesn't change the fact that it was simply male banter."
He rose up from his leaning position and stood upright.
"So, you're saying that all those times Mars, Scolopendra, that little kid and even you insulted me and made ridiculous jokes, I was supposed to let all that slide?, it's been clear since day one that i was never really a part of the 'team', i don't fit in well with any of you.
And now the one moment i am able to actually relax and joke with the rest of the guys, you blame me?, and take it out on me?.
No.
That that brings me up to my next point. Us.
I want to know what your true feelings are Yandela, there's no point me continuing this whole ordeal if you don't see me in that way.
I completely understand, but i need you to be frank with me and tell me how you really feel."

"Please," Yandela growled. "I have no intention of letting Mars off either. And I may have made one or two jabs at you, but I never outright humiliated by talking about what kind of freaking underwear you might be wearing! Which, by the way? My civilization is pretty primitive compared to all... This." She gestures around. "Not that you don't think all are compared to your, but patterned underwear isn't even a thing where I'm from! Dye has better places to be."

Yandela turns away. "As for... Um... Everything else... I... I just don't take things as fast as you do, I guess. It's... It freaks me out. I've never had time for anything like this before... And I... Just..."

She huffs, frustrated.

Edward was taken aback by her response.
"Wait wait, hold on one second.
So you're saying that i have a chance here?
Despite allll the things i've done?, the way i've acted, you actually think i have a chance?"

"Your're ignoring everything else I said!" Yandela snaps, desperate to avoid this conversation.

He smiled and walked up to face her directly.
Placing his hands on her shoulders he gazed into her eyes.
"Yandela.
I don't give a crap about what kind or colour your underwear is.
I couldn't care any less whether you are from a primitive civilization or not.
The sooner you get that into that magical head of yours the better.
I only care about you.
If you keep this up, i'm afraid i might have to repeat what i said to you in the Tardis console room a week ago.
Remember?, when you turned invisible and ran out of the Tardis?"

"It wasn't that long ago," Yandela breathes, her breath hitching dangerously in her throat. "I-I... Um... Isn't... Mars and... Whatshisface... W-waiting on us?"

She felt trapped, unable to escape. The sincerity pouring from the Time Lord made it difficult to breathe, and she couldn't really think straight.

He continued to gaze into her eyes.
"Mmhmm. I remember it well" He laughed.
"I died. For your sake."
He freed her from the clear isolation she was in by removing his hands from her shoulders.
"Words cannot describe how painful that whole ordeal was.
But i guess i can't complain, it's not everyday that you get to die and come back."
He looked towards the exit.
"Besides, i would do it a million times over if it mean't you would be free from that pathetic slaver."
As if on cue, the shame he felt in that situation returned.
It was so heavy that he hid his face from her.
"I apologize for not being able to help. I admit i was helpless.
I've read dozens of books on magical users but never actually experienced it myself until i met you and that slaver.
I just didn't know what to do."

"M-magic isn't easily recorded," he mumbles, grasping into the new train of conversation like a lifeline. She slowly stepped up beside Edward and, bolstering her courage, kissed his cheek.

"Um. Thanks. By the way."

GODDAMN IT YANDY YOU'RE SO AWKWARD.

Edward was placed into a sort of dream-like state. She had actually kissed him.
He had never embraced another woman other than her, let alone feel a kiss.
The Time Lord had absolutely no clue what to do next.
Quickly, he rummaged through his memories of the Twlight books.
Err, what did Edward Cullen do after he kissed Bella?,
Yes, that's right, he kissed her in a tree top and proceeded to unbutton his shirt to display his sparkly body.
I can't do that.
"Um, y-you're welcome."
He walked towards the exit.
She had kissed him, if he stayed here any longer he'd probably ruin it by saying something stupid.
"Err, you know, i need to um, create, a, um, something,.."

"Y-you do that," Yadela muttered, pointedly avoiding moving in any way that might be misconstrued as her trying to redirect Edward's attention to her. "Go create your thing."

Mars sauntered into the Tardis, he'd waited long enough. Any making out they may or may or have done should be finished by now, and if they were doing... something else, then they needed to wrap it up. He wasn't going to stand there all day. Not that he believed Edward could last all day, but that was a different issue entirely. "Hey Yan, sweetie, did you finish cooking my dinner yet!" He called loudly upon entering. He was only half joking. Mars was hungry as hell after running up all those stairs.

-Before Mars-
Edward was about to leave the kitchen and escape back into the darkness of failure when he stopped reluctantly and turned to face Yandela.
Slowly he walked towards her.
"This is most definitely going to appear strange but I honestly need to do this otherwise it will haunt me forever."

What would Edward Cullen do?

"Yandela.....I'm a vampire.."

He gave her a moment to let the ball drop before responding.
He laughed.
"I'm only joking, I just wanted to do this..."
And there, he did it.
Edward had kissed Yandela directly on her lips.
No help, no aid, no Mars, not even a single V.I in sight.
He slowly broke off the affair.
"Now I can go create that....thing..."

"..."

Yandela stared at Edward, then swung a fist into his shoulder.

"I just told you that I don know what to do in this situation and that I don't know what I'm doing and that I'm really freaked out by the whole thing and you go and do something like that!?"

The Mars' call echoed through the TARDIS.

"...'scuse me while I kill him."

Every. Damn. Time.
He ALWAYS has to interrupt us.
"Mhmm, why don't we just throw him into space?, i can easily put the Tardis in orbit. At least that way he'd be gone for a while."