Amy Pond was bored, really bored. The their last adventure had been days ago and at first relaxing had seemed like a nice idea but now it everything was just so...boring. To keep herself entertained she started playing darts, but it wasn't that much fun playing alone.
"Rory?" she called out slowly, her Scottish accent ringing through the console room.
"Yeah?" he asked from his place on the stairs where he had been reading.
"Come play darts with me!" Amy whined. He smiled.
"Alright, but only one round" he said as he marked his place in his book and put it down to join his wife.
"Only one round? You have to play more than that, or are you scared you're going to lose if we play more?" she asked challenging him.
"Oh no, you've got it wrong, it's you who'll lose after the first round" he said matter-o-factly. The ginger raised her eyebrows at him.
"You're on!" Then she threw the first dart and another, and another. The last one landing only an inch or two away from the bulls-eye. She grinned proudly at herself.
"Beat that stupid!" she said while pulling her darts out and handing them to him. He shook out his throwing arm, planted his feet directly in front of the dartboard and threw one right after another. All three flew at the board so fast that if Amy had blinked, she would have missed them. Turning her head she saw to her horror that all of them had landed in the bulls-eye. Her jaw dropped as she looked back at her husband. Rory just shrugged, obviously pleased with himself.
"How...What?" she was both amazed, and sulky that she had lost. Rory meanwhile had gone back to his book and started to read again.
"No fair, you must have cheated." she accused, crossing her arms and looking back at the dartboard just to make sure she wasn't hallucinating.
"2,000 years as a Roman Centurion, you never stood a chance." he informed her. The doctor chuckled from where he was fiddling with some levers.