Hello, hello and welcome! I haven't really written anything in a while so I thought I'd give this a go. Seeing as I am completely and one hundred percent obsessed with Doctor Who right now, it only seems appropriate that this fan-fic should be about it. I do not own any of the stories, ideas, or cast, though it would be cool if I did. I hope you'll enjoy c:


Amelia Pond was a married woman. The idea was still so strange that she had to remind herself every so often. However, strange as it was, it was true. To prove this, she reached out next to her and felt the warmth of Rory's bare chest as he slept. He looked so peaceful lying there, his chest rising and falling slowly. Amy couldn't help but smile to herself.

All mine, she thought. Forever and ever.

Carefully, so as not to disturb her slumbering husband, Amy rolled out of bed and dressed. As much as she still desired to be in the loving arms of Rory, there was a much more pressing issue at hand: she was starving.

Slipping out of the room, the red-headed girl stayed on her toes until she was a safe distance from the room. Only then, she determined, was it safe enough to thunder down the halls of the TARDIS to the kitchen...or so she thought.

Turning the corner, she ran straight into the Doctor. The pair of the jumped and yelped before each slamming a hand over the other's mouth. They must've stood like that for at least ten seconds before the Doctor broke the silence.

"Morning, Pond," he mumbled behind her hand. She promptly removed it.

"Mornin'," she replied with a grin. "Bit early for you isn't it?"

"Never too early for me." he said with a hint of superiority. "Not with so much out there to see!"

Amy rolled her eyes as she continued to make her way towards the kitchen. The Doctor trailed behind her.

"Ahh, so now we get to the nature of your consciousness," he mused. "Humans. When aren't you hungry?"

"Oh, shut up, you," she said, grabbing a box of Cap'n Crunch from the cupboard. "You get hungry, too."

The Doctor made a face at her choice. "Yes," he allowed. "but never for such a boring food choice."

"Hey, I love the Cap'n!" she scoffed, feigning offense. "Sorry I'm not in the mood for fish custard."

Now it was the Doctor's turn to look offended. "How could you not be in the mood for fish custard?" He said fish custard in the way that most Americans say cheeseburger. It was rather pathetic, actually. "Really, Amelia, if you were to just give it a try-"

"Two things," she interrupted. "One, don't call me Amelia. Two, I am not going to 'give it a try'. That's down right disgustin'." She shot him a look and sat down opposite him at the table.

The Doctor sighed and rested his chin in his hands. "Hopeless," he murmured. "Absolutely hopeless."

Just then, Rory stumbled in, rubbing his eyes and looking rather groggy.

"Mornin'," he mumbled, heading towards the coffee pot.

The Doctor, still pouting over Amy's rejection of fish custard, said, "Eh," and left the kitchen.

Amy, on the other hand, leaped up from her seat and into her husband's arms.

Rory chuckled. "Well, hi there," he said, planting a kiss on the top of her head.

"Hi," she said burrowing her face into his chest.

"How'd you sleep?" he wondered, pulling back a little so he could look at her.

"Wonderful," she purred. "And you?"

"I'll give you a hint," Rory said, leaning forward.

Just before their lips touched, they heard an anxious shout from the console room.

"Amy! Rory! Come quick!"

"Always when I'm eating!" Amy muttered, grabbing Rory's hand and pulling him to the console room. "What is it, Doctor?" she demanded.

"Oh, no need to take that tone with me, Pond," the Doctor chastised. "I'm just excited, that's all. We've landed!"

"Nope, too early in the morning for this." Rory said, shaking his head. "I need my coffee." And he wandered off back towards the kitchen.

"Picked a winner, you did," the Doctor said nonchalantly.

"Shuddup," Amy said immediately; she was rather protective over her man.

"Oh, you know I'm only joking," he said with a roll of his eyes.

"Oh, sure I do. So...we're at a new planet, yeah? Not stuck at dumb, old Earth?"

The Doctor seemed to have just remembered that they had landed. "Yes!" he exclaimed, oozing excitement. "We," he said, dashing over to her. "are on Tir o Iâ: the Land of Ice."

"Ahh," she said in mock-excitement. "Tiro-whatchamajig. Fascinating."

"Oh, but it is! You're going to love it. The people here are simply fantastic. Wonderful architects, too."

"Just what I love, architecture," she muttered. "Anyways. So, the, er, creatures living here. They friendly?"

"Well, of course they are," he said, giving her a dumb look. "Why wouldn't they be?"

Amy returned his look in annoyance. "I meant friendly to humans. Everything's friendly to you. They're all, 'Oh, look, it's the Doctor. Isn't he wonderful and amazing and fantastic?'"

"Pretty much," he agreed, then added once he sensed Amy's annoyance: "Oh, come on. Would I really take you to a place that you'd be in danger?"

"Yes. And you have plenty of times," Amy said with a grin.

"Danger?" Rory cut in, finally reappearing. "Must we always be in danger?"

Amy shot the Doctor a winning look. "Nope, no danger here. Just a bunch of lovely architects."

"Penseiri," the Doctor said.

"Pen-what?" said Rory.

"The architects? Their race is the Penseiri."

"Well, that'll sure come in handy!" Amy said, clapping her hands together. "Let's go met 'em.

"Let's," the Doctor agreed, grabbing both Rory and Amy by the arm and hauling them over to the TARDIS entrance. "Ready?" They both nodded; Amy was beginning to feel excited. The Doctor reached out and opened the door. "Welcome to Tir o Iâ."


Hope you like the story so far. Sorry that's it's so short; the next one will be a little more meaty. Btw, Tir o Iâ literally means "Land of Ice" in Welsh. Penseiri is Welsh for architects. Aren't I just so clever? Anyways, stay tuned because I'll be updating soon. Reviews are always loved c: