Looking around the museum I wondered what Vincent Van Gogh was like. What the greatest man in art history thought about. Then the Doctor took me over to Van Gogh's painting The Church at Auvers. The Doctor saw something interesting. A strange creature in the window. Quickly rushing over to the museum director, the Doctor asked, "When did Van Gogh paint this". After he got the date, he dragged me to the TARDIS. Quickly whirring it into action, the Doctor took us to the day that Vincent painted the chapel.

We arrived in the night, to an almost deserted street. We went to the cafe and heard an argument from inside. Out he walked... Vincent Van Gogh, the greatest painter in art history. We sat down to drink a bottle of wine. Soon after, there was a scream coming from outside... A woman claiming her daughter was dead.

Everyone rushed outside to look. Vincent, being the madman of he village was blamed. After this we headed back to Vincent's house. Vincent drew a picture of the creature he saw which the doctor soon named as the Krafayis. The next day, we headed up the the Church. It took almost all day and night for Vincent to draw the church.

Just as he was about to draw the right window, Vincent saw the creature. The Doctor ran in after it, and after hearing a loud yell, so did me and Vincent. After fighting the Krafayis, we left and went back to Vincent's house again. Vincent asked me to marry him. Surprisingly, after only two days of knowing him, I had fallen. We got along so well. I had to accept. I whispered a tears yes. The Doctor spluttered, "But Amy... You barely know him. Besides you haven't even been born yet."

I replied, "I don't care, I love him. I want to marry him, have ginger kids... The ultimate ginge. I'll be happy. I ask one thing though. Can we take him to the museum please?"

The doctor looked reluctant, then said, "Okay. Vincent, come along..."

"Doctor... Shouldn't we wait till morning, so we can be a little more rested?"

"Ah, Amy. Of course you are right. I shall sleep I. The TARDIS and you and Vincent can... Stay here of course."

Both Vincent and I blushed deeply. But we both nodded in acceptance. After the Doctor left, Vincent and I just looked into each other's eyes, and slowly leaning forward, we kissed. It had fireworks and I felt so safe in his arms. I loved this man so much. Slowly we made our way to his bed. Clothes were being slowly removed, until Vincent stopped me, "Amy, shouldn't we wait till we're married?"

I stopped and said, "No. Now."

I won't tell you what happened that night, but let's just say that when the Doctor woke us, we were far from decent. So, we got dressed and headed to the TARDIS. After we got in, we returned to the museum and headed straight to the section with all of Vincent's work.

The doctor quickly located the museum director and asked him, "Between you and me in 100 words, where do you think Van Gogh rates in the history of art?"

To which the director replied, "Bog question... Umm... To me, Van Gogh is the finest painter in the world. Certainly the most popular, great painter of all time; the most beloved. His command of colour, the most magnificent. He transformed the the pain of his tormented life into ecstatic beauty. Pain is easy to portray, but to use your passion and pain to portray the ecstasy, joy and magnificence of our world. No one had ever done it before. Perhaps no one ever will again. To my mind, that strange, wild man who roamed the fields of Provence was not only the world's greatest artist, but also one of the greatest men who ever lived."

I was watching Vincent through this speech and found him, not only emotional, but surprised. The Doctor quickly rushed over to him, and asked if he was okay. Vincent went over to the director and hugged him, thanked him and kissed each cheek. The director looked confused only to walk away as we did. We returned to Provence, where Vincent and I left the Doctor and returned to Vincent's house.

- 10 years later -

"Children, it's time to wake up!" I shouted. We had moved a few towns away and found a nice little cottage.

"Good morning, love," I heard my husband of 10 years say. He kissed my chastely but passionately.

A collection of "eww"s were heard from the doorway. Both Vincent and I grinned and turned toward our 6 children. The sight of my children made my heart ache. 10 year old Xander was holding Merinda, who was only a few months old, while 6 year old Rose was holding 2 year old Poppy by the hand. Our twins, Lorelei and George, only 8 years old were standing by the their siblings, watching Vincent and I.

Both Vincent and I began to get our children ready for their day. Our boys were being prepared for a day at the farm with their father to watch him paint, while the girls were on their way to their friends cottage. I, however was going to spend the day cleaning our little cottage and taking care of our sunflower garden. Once everyone was ready, I kissed them all goodbye, and began to sit and do the sewing.

Many a day, I will sit in my sewing chair, thinking how glad I was that I had stayed behind with Vincent. He was the love of my life; the only one who I will ever love. I shudder when I think what my life would have been had I gone with the Doctor. Maybe I would have travelled he stars with him, but it would have been nothing compared to what I have now with Vincent.

Vincent is still painting, with more luck in this little town than in Provence. He has sold all his paintings and we are living such a good life, with our children being extremely lucky and is extremely wealthy. As for the Krafayis, we haven't seen hide nor hair of him since 10 years ago. We still get visits from the Doctor every few months, each time with a different companion. I often wonder why he has a new one each time, but he has stayed remembered us. After all, Vincent and Amy Van Gogh are very memorable.