Hello, everyone! It is I, Katierosefun of the marvelous world known as Fan Fiction. This is my very first Doctor Who fic, so please don't be too harsh on me. *winces* I fell in love with Doctor Who, (after a friend of mine got me obsessed with the show,) and this idea popped up on a late December night while I was chatting with a couple of my friends here on my iPod, praying that the battery wouldn't die on me.

I especially love Eleven—I hate how he gets so much hate out of all of the Doctors…I personally fell in love with him the second he cried, "I'm a GIRL?!" And fish fingers and custard. That entire scene had me laughing.

Then again, to be fair, I hadn't watched Ten or Nine yet…but I know that I'll love Eleven the best. No offense to Ten or Nine lovers. I'll bet that they're just as brilliant.

Anyways, my rambling here is done—please review/fave if you enjoyed! Thank you!

The Doctor should have known that Amelia Pond wasn't someone who enjoyed tardiness.

Hey, look at that—some of the word 'tardiness' had the beginning of the TARDIS.

TARDI-ness.

Odd.

Now, where was he? Ah, yes.

Amelia Pond wasn't someone who enjoyed TARDI-ness. After all, she was the girl who waited for nearly twelve years just to see the Doctor after that night of fish sticks and custard.

And she had waited yet another two years for the Doctor to come back on a trip to who-knows-where-and-when.

So, of course, it was probably unwise of the Doctor to fall asleep and not bother to wake Amelia up for the next adventure that they would partake in.

"Doctor?" The Doctor was somewhat aware of the sound of Amelia's boots shuffling across the floor of the TARDIS.

"Doctor, wake up." He felt a hand shaking him lightly and didn't bother giving a reply. He simply turned on his side and continued with his blissful sleep.

"Ugh!" Amelia's voice was sharp and loud—nothing was out of the ordinary.

The Doctor vaguely heard his Scottish companion marching around the TARDIS and by some miracle, she stopped.

"Ooh, what's this?" Amelia was heard asking out loud. "Ha, it's a toy! Ugly looking toy…but it's a toy, alright! This'll do the trick!"

There were a couple of rustles and grunts and at last, the Doctor heard a small 'ding'.

"Wakey, wakey, Doctor!" Amelia said in a sing-song voice. "Or else the monsters under the bed will get you!"

"Amy, please leave me alone." The Doctor's voice slowly spiraled to a slur as his head nestled itself back into the pillow.

"Naughty Time Lords shouldn't stay up all night with the TARDIS…and for that, you'll get a punishment!" Amelia continued in the same sweet, perky voice.

The Doctor didn't even bother trying to decode whatever the girl was trying to say. All he wanted was some sleep—

"Exterminate!"

"Whoa!" The Doctor yelled out loud and jumped off the bed. He already had his sonic screwdriver activated and pointing, only to find a rather amused looking Amelia Pond.

"I can't believe you actually had a Dalek toy!" Amelia giggled, holding up the small model of the monster. "I thought you hated these guys!"

"I do! Who knows where I got this thing—strange things always appear in the TARDIS!" The Doctor snapped, grabbing the toy.

Amelia shook her head, continuing to laugh at the thought of her Doctor playing with the toys of the enemies that he had fought for so long.

"You have a Dalek alarm clock!" Amelia yelled after the Doctor as he threw the toy over his shoulder. "An actual Dalek alarm clock!"

"Come along Pond, and please, for Gallifrey's sake, do not mention this again."