"Admit it, Doctor," Amy tried not to be alarmed by the loss of blood. "You only came here because it was the one place a Fez would actually be cool."
"No, I didn't. Well, yes I did. But the rose was lovely… wasn't it?"
"Until it bit me. Why won't it stop bleeding?"
"Ah, yes… about that… Trust me, you're in no danger." the Doctor smiled reassuringly.
Amy frowned. "When you ask me to trust you, it's usually because you're lying."
"Can you think of a better time for me to ask you to trust me?" he grinned boyishly. "How was I supposed to know it was a Sapient Rose?"
"A Sapient Rose? You mean it can think?"
"There's Sapient Pear, of course. Makes lovely furniture. Very loyal. Follows you round like a dog…"
"Doctor…! Bleeding…!"
"Yes. Blood. Well, unless we return the flower to its mother plant… somewhere here apparently… you'll turn into a… into a rose bush."
"A rose bush?"
"Yes. It's a 'planty wanty' sort of thing. Knew a Rose once. Lovely girl. My clone married her in an alternative… long story. No time for that now." The Doctor looked flustered. "Just keep squeezing that finger. We don't want the thorn getting any further in."
"Or it's 'Briar Amy', right."
"That's the spirit. Although 'Rosa Amelia' has a certain…" Amy frowned again. "Yes, right. Saving Amy. On it." The Doctor returned to studying the chart. "We'll need a camel. Camels are cool."
"You're enjoying this, aren't you?"
Author Notes
This is my first, and only, fanfic story, written as an exercise in writing authentic dialogue for existing characters, so feedback would be appreciated.A 250 word flash fiction story written for #flashfridayfic to a picture prompt. it uses 'in median res', focusing on the 11th Doctor and Amy prior to Rory joining them, and involves Amy wearing period costume, as this is implied in the picture prompt. It should be considered a scene at best, but hopefully evocative of the early Matt Smith period.