Hello, readers! I just came up with an idea for a new story and couldn't get it out of my head - so I just had to post it. I am actually writing another series at the moment, so updates to this won't be as frequent, it depends which story I feel like writing a chapter for. I didn't really plan to have two stories on the go at the same time - it's just when I get an idea, it won't go away and I just have to write it down before I go crazy. Anyways, in this chapter the Doctor is in his younger days (Academy years) and this is an AU, so things will go differently. Amy Pond is also younger, and the reason why this is 11/Amy is because 11 will come in the next chapter... you'll have to wait and see...

The Prydonian Chapter were currently on a field trip to Earth to apparently do some research on 'primitive planets' for a project. Theta was always a bit rebellious. Eventually the 250-year-old (Roughly 16/17?) Time Lord had got a little bored of being dragged around behind a huge crowd, observing Earth's major landmarks and constantly having to take notes. So out of boredom he'd decided to split away from the group and do a bit of exploring for himself.

The problem was, he didn't know the planet very well, and had no idea where he was. He knew by the smell of the place that the year was 2006 AD, and he was somewhere north of the planet. But he had no idea where. Surely there had to be something interesting to do on this planet.

When he got to a road, he began searching for a sign or something that would give him a clue about where he was. Although even if he did find a sign, he hadn't memorised every street name or town on Earth yet, so it wouldn't really help him much. It was getting dark, and more difficult to see. Part of him thought that he should've stayed with his group, because if he got lost, he wouldn't have a TARDIS to get back in. He'd be stuck on Earth. And he didn't like the sound of that.

Finally he noticed a sign, but had to walk closer in order to read it in the dark. It read: Leadworth.

As he thought, useless. He didn't have the faintest idea where Leadworth was!

Few people were around at this time of night, so as Theta walked down the street, all he could hear was the occasional car whizzing by and the thumping music coming out of a nearby building. But now he was away from his group, he had no idea what he was actually going to do.

Steal a car? Have a drink? Or just sit and do nothing?

Theta found that his curiosity took over and ended up opting for the pub, which was the one with the music pounding out of it. He noticed that there was a disco going on in the corner, drunk people stumbling about and people fagging at the bar. Fumbling in his pocket he knew he had a few notes in Earth currency, or English currency, because that was apparently the place he was in. He pulled out a crisp ten pound note and twirled it between his thumb and forefinger. Was he going to buy a drink, get some food, or what?

"Excuse me," he said, slightly embarrassed, as he walked up to the bar. Several drunks looked down at him, snickering. Soon a bartender came over to him, carrying a massive beer gut. Placing a giant hand on the bar, the man said,

"What d'ya want, kid?"

"Do you serve Casanasia?" as soon as he said it, he cursed under his breath with embarrassment, he was on Earth, they didn't serve Casanasia!

"'Scuse me?" the bartender said, slightly irritated. "Can you say that again?"

Deciding to be a bit daring, Theta chose beer. "Er, beer please?"

Going into an Earth pub and ordering an alcoholic drink, this was definitely going to get him in trouble. They'd probably noticed that he'd gone now, although he was sure they wouldn't be surprised. He was always wandering off, getting bored. Some people think it was down to the Untempered Schism, causing him to want to run away all the time. Get bored of being in the same place for too long.

After a few minutes the bartender came back, holding a pint of beer. Placing it on the bar, he said, "That'll be a tenner, son."

Theta thought that since the note he was holding had a number ten on it, that that was what he meant. Once he handed it to the bartender, he nodded, and passed Theta the beer. The glass was cold against his warm fingers. Sipping some of the beer experimentally, he swallowed it quickly, deciding he quite liked the taste.

In the distance he saw the people dancing at the disco, and decided he'd quite like to try it out. Walking towards the dance floor, Theta suddenly felt horribly self-conscious. What if he messed up or ended up passing out from being extremely drunk? He was already starting to feel a little tipsy, and he'd only had a quarter of the glass.

The intense heat of the disco lights caused beads of sweat to trickle down his forehead. Theta leaned against the wall, sipping the beer and eyeing up any fit girl that came into his sight. One that particularly caught his eye was a young woman, with fiery red hair, who looked about his age. But younger of course, because she was human. Complicated.

She was giggling hysterically about something, which he had no clue about. He couldn't take his eyes off her long, smooth legs, only hidden my a short skirt. His eyes widened when he reached her breasts, then her perfect face. Her lips looked like rose petals, her eyes like pools of chocolate.

Theta blushed furiously when he noticed the woman looking in his direction, she'd obviously caught him staring. Her perfect lips curled into a slight pout, which he thought looked quite cute. But he had to tear his eyes away from her, she was human, and probably had a boyfriend.

It was only when he caught her striding towards him that he realised that he was probably wrong. She was wearing an incredibly tight black jacket, her eyelids fluttering as she walked towards him, her long lashes covering her eyes. She looked gorgeous, he thought.

Then she reached him, and stood in front of him, a hand on her hip. "Hello there," she smiled, stepping closer. Theta felt his blush spread all over his cheeks. He was bright red.

Looking up from the glass of beer he finally dared himself to look into her eyes. Their eyes locked for a moment, then she stood even closer to him. He didn't like where this was leading. Or did he?

"Hi," he said. "You want a drink?"

He really was rubbish at flirting. You want a drink. Surely there must've been something better to say!

She raised an eyebrow, "Sure."

"I'll buy you one," he said. The woman followed him over to the bar, where he asked her what she wanted and she told him a beer. He handed it to her and she sipped it, thanking him.

"What's your name?" she asked, as they wandered back to the dance floor and leant against the wall.

"Theta," Theta answered, feeling slightly embarrassed that his name wasn't exactly normal on this planet. "Theta Sigma."

She smiled. "That's a lovely name. I'm Amy. Amy Pond."

"I like that name," Theta smiled, sipping some more beer. He'd almost finished the entire glass, and his vision was starting to blur. "Dance with me, Amy."

Amy giggled and took his hand, both placing their glasses on a nearby table for the time being. With his hand he pulled her close to him, then took her other hand and started swaying to the music. But he was extremely conscious about how close they were, and that she soon might notice something that he didn't exactly want her to notice.

"Theta, you're an excellent dancer," Amy grinned. He realised that maybe she'd had a few too many drinks as well, because her speech was slightly slurred.

"So are you," Theta said, racking his brain for pick-up lines. Unfortunately none would come to him.

"Well," Amy said, pressing herself slightly closer to him. "You may be an excellent dancer, but I'd like to see how good you are at something else."

His hearts began to pound in his chest. "And what might that be?"

Amy Pond leant towards him and connected their lips. They stopped dancing, as Theta's hand raised to be tangled in her soft, red hair. He couldn't believe his luck. Here he was, kissing this fit girl, and she was kissing him and holding her small hand over one of his hearts.

Their lips moved together, their tongues tangled and their hands all over each other. People making out in this bar was commonplace, so they didn't get many odd looks.

One of Theta's arms slid around her waist and rested on the small of her back, pulling her closer to him. He felt her smile against his lips as she felt something press against the bottom of her stomach.

Breaking away, Amy gazed into Theta's eyes. "Theta, you're an excellent kisser."

He smirked. "So are you, Amy Pond."

Her hand slid from up his back and into his tangled blonde hair. "So, do you fancy doing some dancing?"

"Dancing? Sure."

"No, not that kind of dancing," he looked worried at her naughty smirk. "I mean dancing dancing."

He gulped awkwardly. What trouble was he getting himself into this time?

"Dancing dancing," he nodded. "In a pub?"

"No, Theta," she hissed, pulling him closer to her. "Not in the pub, at my house."

Theta bit his lip. "Amy, you are gorgeous."

Instantly he reconnected their lips, thrusting his tongue between her lips and pulling her flush against him. Amy was startled by this, but eventually regained her senses and met his tongue. He began to lead her outside the pub, and as soon as they stepped out the door, the cold air sent goosebumps crawling across his skin. He pinned her against the wall, one hand in her hair and the other on her hip.

After a few minutes of intense snogging, both needed to pull away for air. Amy smiled and looked back into his eyes.

"You really are a great kisser."

And with that she grabbed his hand and lead him down the street, and as he walked he could hear his hearts pounding in his ears. If he got found out he'd be in big trouble. Sneaking off in the middle of a trip and getting off with a girl? Theta supposed he'd have to be extremely careful, one wrong move and he could end up meeting his group leader face-to-face. And that wouldn't be a pleasant experience.

The streets were mostly deserted, so there weren't many people to push past. His fingers entwined with hers, and he realised how soft her skin was, just like her lips.

Amy pushed open a gate, running under a small bush shaped in an arch and unlocking the door with her keys. She literally raced inside, and up the stairs. The pounding of their footsteps echoed throughout the big, empty house.

Amy was on her own, she said her Aunt was out until morning and she didn't have parents. As soon as they reached the bedroom, they exploded into passion. Amy pinned Theta against the wall, kissing him with desperation and tearing his shirt over his head. His hands did the same to her, discarding her jacket and flinging her shirt a mile across the room. Once both were fully de-clothed, Theta pushed Amy onto the bed, landing on top of her.

They made love until both were too knackered to move, and fell asleep in each others' arms, Theta not realising that he had a group to go back to.

The sun rose over the horizon, sending beams of light through the thin curtains of Amy's bedroom window. Theta awoke, stiff-jointed, with a wide grin on his face. He remembered last night, how exciting it was...

Then he came back to reality, with an almighty thud. His group, they were probably looking for him everywhere! Undoubtedly they were searching for him on their scanner, and would be here any minute. What if they came in and saw he had no clothes on and was in bed with a girl?

He sat bolt upright in the bed, panting heavily. Amy was still asleep. But if he ran away, guilt would overcome him. She'd wonder where he was, and she'd be upset, after all, he can't just leave her after what happened last night! But he had no choice. He had to.

Hurriedly gathering up his clothes and putting them back on, Theta took a moment to admire the beautiful girl which lay on the bed in front of him. The way her fiery red hair spread out on the pillow, her lips in a slight pout, and her amazing smooth skin. He leant down and placed a quick kiss on her lips, racing out of the room and down the stairs, overcome with guilt. He felt sorry for Amy. How he was just going to leave her.

As soon as he came to the corner of the street, he was met with a crowd of people blocking his way. The person in front was surely enough, his group leader.

"Theta!" he snapped. "There you are! We've been looking everywhere for you!"

Panting, Theta explained, "I got lost."

"You look knackered. Come on then, at least we know you're alive and well."

Sighing in relief, Theta joined his friends at the back of the group. He was so glad that he didn't get in trouble.

"So, Thete," his friend, Drax, smirked. "Where did you really go?"

"Places," Theta answered simply, as they strode off back to their TARDIS.

I'll try and do the next chapter ASAP, but no promises as I have another story to write for as well. Can I get some reviews?