This is a sequel to 'Remembrance'. If you haven't read it, you can find it on my profile. If you have read it... Read on :)
Amy stepped out of the TARDIS and took in the scenery around her. They had landed in a sand based parking lot, on a ledge overlooking the ocean, the most beautiful ocean she had ever seen, a twinkling, sea-green ocean. On either side of her, palm trees were swaying in the warm breeze. Compared to the cold, unforgiving WWII base she had only recently been in, Space Florida felt like heaven.
She heard the Doctor exit and lock the TARDIS behind her, carrying their suitcases.
"Beautiful, isn't it?" He asked. "Exactly what the Doctor ordered." He chuckled at his own joke. He stepped up somewhat nervously behind her, almost patting her gently on the shoulder, but backing his hand away at the last minute. The tension that had been created between them since Amy's memory had been restored was still there, even if she appeared to be slightly happier. Or was he imagining it? "Let's check in," he told her. "We can explore later."
She reluctantly turned away from the view and they trudged through the sand together to the hotel. It was tall, Amy guessed at least twenty stories, and a buttercup yellow, mellow against the midday sun: or suns, she noticed, as she spotted the two stars high in the sky. They quickly reached the reception, and the Doctor brushed off his trousers before walking to the main desk and ringing on the bell obnoxiously cheerfully. An attendant jumped up from behind the desk, her smile as sunny as outside. She had a badge pinned to her flimsy bikini top naming her 'Tiffany'.
"Hi there!" She cried. "Can I help you guys?" Amy raised her eyebrows at Tiffany's attire, instantly disliking her as she pointed her attention, and her ample bosom beneath the flimsy material, to the Doctor.
"Yes, we would like two rooms please!" He said. "Your very finest rooms."
"Certainly, Sir!" She said. "Adjoining?"
"Yeah, why not?" He said. "It'll be like a sleepover." He told her with a smile.
"Great." She said. Amy wondered if she meant it.
While the Doctor sorted out the fiscal side of the holiday, another similarly dressed woman approached them, wearing a green flimsy bikini top and a matching skirt, with a name badge declaring her 'Bonnie'.
"Welcome to Vili Hotel!" She said enthusiastically, placing a lei around Amy's neck, and then round the Doctors. "We hope you enjoy your stay here." She smiled widely.
"Thanks." Amy muttered.
"The flowers symbolise romance and passion!" Bonnie explained. Amy raised her eyebrows and the Doctor quickly looked round.
"Um... Have you got one in 'Friendship'?" He asked her, and she just shook her head sweetly. "Hmmm." He moaned, and gave back the wreath, and Amy lethargically followed suit. Just someone speaking about romance begun to send Amy down again, she found herself reminded of Rory's death again, her best friend, her fiancé, it hit her almost as hard as the first time. She fought back tears.
The Doctor noticed, and having finished the transaction he quickly steered her to the lifts. Another woman tried to offer them floral wreaths again, but the Doctor firmly turned them down, not caring about hurting their feelings. He could see Amy closing down again, her body emotionally shutting down, just as she had begun to perk up again. He tried to get her talking in the startlingly quick journey.
"Nice here, isn't it?" He asked. She nodded dully.
"I'm going to have to show you the automatic sand. I forgot to out there." He tried again, but Amy stayed silent.
"Wait till I take you to the sand dunes, they're amazing! They massage your feet as you walk! Brilliant planet, this is."
Amy said nothing, barely hearing what the Doctor had been saying. They were now at their rooms, and the Doctor opened hers and walked in with the cases, placing Amy's on the floor.
"I'll just drop my stuff," he said, indicating at his considerably smaller case. "And then we can go explore. That'll be fun, won't it?"
"Actually," Said Amy. "I might just stay in here for a bit."
"What?" The Doctor cried indignantly. "There's so much to see, and you want to stay in here?"She nodded, and blinked back tears that she knew were beginning to approach. The Doctor saw. "Do you want me to stay with you?"
She shook her head. "No," She said, her Scottish accent thick with the tears that were about to hit. "You go out and have fun. I'll be fine." She turned her back on him and picked up the suit case to make her point.
The Doctor hesitated for a few seconds; he was torn. Clearly Amy didn't want him there right now, but he didn't want her to be alone. But maybe she should be alone?
Plus, there was the fact that the Doctor was never any good with crying women.
He silently left the room, cursing his cowardice, and stood outside the door, listening to her muffled sobs.
