The Doctor walked inside, following his companions. It had been so long, yet nothing had changed… Amy was still waiting. Happy tears. That was new. That was so human. The Ponds had disappeared into the house. He stuck his head into a couple of rooms before going to the dining room – he was interested. Always curious, The Doctor, though he hoped that in the Ponds' house there was nothing too dangerous behind any of the door he opened that he curiosity wouldn't end badly (like it did fairly often, he had to admit). He wondered into what was a kind of study.
There were pictures of Amy and Rory on the walls, family members, River. It certainly wasn't your normal family photo with the daughter looking older than the parents but they made do. They tried to think of themselves as a family nonetheless, The Doctor would never understand how much he also belonged in that photo, but he didn't think of things like that. He was just glad that little Amelia Pond and her Centurion were safe. Moving on, he found a photo with Mels too. Wow, that was awkward.
On the desk sat two bottles of 'Petrichor' – the perfume he had seen advertised in the shopping centre. He was so proud. Picking one up he sprayed a bit into the air and stepped through it a couple of times. It smelled pretty good.
He then made his way towards the dining room where he could ear Amy laughing away and stepping in he saw something that he never expected. No fair! He wasn't even looking for trouble this time!
A/N: this is going to be just a short little story about one of my headcanons after the christmas episode. yes, i know that christmas was quite a while ago now but please, forgive me, i just got home from two months in france. updates will be quick :) also, if you like/are interested/are bored, i highly enjoy reviews! i love that there are some people out there who enjoy my writing
Dakota xx