-Updated! Trying to adjust to the new story lines and characterization!

I've decided before writing a full on Doctor Who fic to test the waters with short fic, maybe a few chappies. Let me know how it goes.

Red hair flew in her face before she angrily brushed it out of her way. She folded her arms and huffed. It was the middle of a wintry night and she hadn't brought a sweater. Rory laid sound asleep in their bedroom and their adopted baby Pandora, rested in her crib, staying asleep for what she hoped was for the night.

"He is so going to get it," she muttered to herself. A blue police box faded into view behind her. She turned around at the light humming sound, seeming almost soothing to her, yet irritating at the same time.

Amy Pond wasted no time as she banged on the blue door to the TARDIS entrance. The door opened.

"Well come on Donna...oh this is no good," the patron inside said.

Amy's eyes widened at the site. He looked nothing like he did after the Utah space incident.

The Tenth Doctor quickly closed the door, before the persistent Amy pounded on the door once more.

The Doctor groaned while reopening the door again. "Oh what is it?"

Amy looked slightly startled. "Is the doctor in?" She felt ridiculous asking, as if the police box was a hotel for wandering men wearing converse sneakers and suspenders.

"Uh..." the doctor replied hesitantly. "Sorry, wrong police box." He attempted to close the door again before Amy stepped forward, putting half of her body in the doorway, preventing it's closure.

"There can't be too many flying police boxes in the UK. Now you're going to tell me where is my Doctor?"

The Tenth Doctor looked surprised. "You're Scottish!"

"So are you!" she stuttered, sidetracked. "But that's not the point."

"Oh no of course it isn't." He paused. "Mind telling me what is?"

Amy crossed her arms again. "A raggedy Doctor in a flying blue police box came to me when I was seven. He left me for twelve years then come back, then left again for two years but came back before my wedding. Then on and off again we traveled, we waited, traveled, and waited...but he promised," she concluded giving the man a stern look. "He'd promised he'd come back," Amy ended defiantly. "He promised."

The Tenth Doctor pulled out his sonic screwdriver and quickly scanned Amy, flashing the blue light in her eyes.

"Hey, what are you doing pointing that thing at me?"

"Well, you seem to be telling the truth and pose no underlying threat," he defended putting his hands up in surrender. "I'm sorry, I had to take precaution. Gingers are particularly scary. Trust me, I know."

Amy hit his shoulder.

"Ow, see?" The Doctor rubbed the sore spot.

"So are you going to tell me," she asked, "or are we just going to bicker out here in the middle of the night, in the freezing cold, in between the TARDIS?"

"If we were halfway around the world, it'd be noon over there, and I'm sure it wouldn't be as cold, however we could still be in the same hemisphere, meaning we're in the same seasonal pattern, inferring that it would likewise be cold there as well. If we were in say, Australia, it would be significantly warmer and you'd be referred to as bluey. But if we were in Tnannet, the planet is so close to their galaxy's sun, you'd be referred to as a utilain, but you'd probably be burned to a crisp in the atmosphere, but gosh darn it, if the people weren't so friendly...And how do you know about the TARDIS? "

"Are you the Doctor?"

"I..." the Doctor was stunned silent. "I..what?"

"Are you the Doctor? Same weirdness, same aura of mystery, same...box. If you weren't the Doctor, or didn't know who the Doctor was, you would've left a long time ago."

"People are more accepting nowadays."

Getting frustrated, she stepped forward towards him, growling. "I just want some answers..."

Sighing reluctantly, the Doctor stepped out of the TARDIS, forcing Amy to take a step back, and closed the blue door leading to the entrance. They made slight eye contact as a silence filled the space between them.

The Tenth Doctor shoved his hands in his pockets. "I will neither confirm nor deny anything about the Doctor."

She stomped her foot to the ground and grunted in anger. "Why is he doing this again?"

He felt compelled to stay. Donna could wait a little while longer. For now, he needed to be with this fiery Scottish woman who so captivated his attention. He couldn't explain the attraction, be needed to be there.

"Tell me," was all the Tenth Doctor said.

"Tell you what?" Amy replied, shrugging.

"Anything, everything. I have all the time in the world."