Hello! This is part one of my thanks to the 2000 readers of last month and my apology for not being more timely with saying thank you to all of you wonderful fanfiction readers out there. It will be multi chapter.
AN: I own nothing! But I'll finish this before the end of the month, and hopefully before Thanksgiving (November 24th).
"Ponds! Ponds, get up! I need you to get up!"
Amy and Rory woke up to the Doctor's yell along with the sound of pots falling and pans flying across the floor. Rory moaned as he sat up. "Why is he in our kitchen?"
"And how do you start a stove?"
Amy only rolled over and sighed into her pillow as Rory scrambled out of bed and fell onto the floor. As he grabbed his robe to fall down the steps he shouted, "Don't touch anything! Not even the floor!"
Amy managed to get up about ten minutes later, and as she walked into the kitchen she was almost knocked over by a twenty five pound turkey.
"What is going on here?"
"It's Thanksgiving!"
"No it's not." She disagreed, "What's Thanksgiving?"
"An American holiday!" He placed it on the table and turned around to face her, "We're having Canton over, he'll love it. An older Canton, I'm flying him out. Poor man's all alone this year, his significant other died, and I felt horrible just sending him a sympathy card, so I invited him here."
"Why didn't you ask? Why don't you ever ask?"
"I messed up the year, we'll be over next year too, isn't that great!" He picked up the turkey again, "I've had it defrosting in the TARDIS for the past week and hello!" He turned around with a grin as another him walked in, "Good to see me. Have I read how to prepare a turkey yet?"
"Yes! I did the defrosting right, now we have to stuff it with stuffing, I have the ingredients in here," he reached into his pocket and pulled out a hammer, "Hold that will you Pond?"
As he continued to search his pockets and hand Amy and Rory anything from a piece of chocolate to nails, Rory asked, "Isn't this going to open up a hole in all of causality or something?"
"No."
"Probably not."
The Doctors looked at each other, "Well, maybe. But we can avoid it."
The second Doctor pulled out a bag of stuffing, celery, an onion, and some breakfast sausage— "Although, that could be the wrong type of sausage. The instructions really weren't clear."
"Now what do we do?" The Doctor asked, looking over at himself.
"Lost the instructions right after I picked up the ingredients."
"Yeah, that's probably because you only knew what to get because you saw what you pulled out of your pockets." Amy crossed her arms. "Why don't you know how to cook a turkey? You're like, a thousand years old."
There was a loud zap in the doorway, "Sweetie, put that turkey down. And why are there two of you?"
"Thought it would make it easier." The two Doctors shrugged at their wife.
"Since when has even one of you made anything easier?" River patted her hair down, and then sighed, "Leave the food here and then go back to the party, we all know you aren't fixing your hair."
The Doctor frowned at her. "You think you know everything."
"I do know everything, sweetie. I will see you just before dessert." She patted his cheek, "Apple pie. Although, for you we'll make some chocolate mousse."
He pretended to frown as he stormed out.
"How do you know what we're having for dessert? You're not from the future too, are you?" Rory sighed as he took the turkey from the Doctor.
"No, but I'm the one who is buying the dessert." River grinned, "Hello Da, Mum. You two can go back to bed, it's only four AM."
"We've been up for fifteen minutes, had two Doctors randomly in our kitchen, and the daughter that we haven't seen for a month popping in telling us she'll buy dessert for a holiday we don't even celebrate. I don't think we could sleep." He carefully placed the turkey down on the table.
Amy kissed Rory on the cheek, "Well, now that River's here to supervise, maybe we can get changed?"
Rory finally realized that his wife was only wearing one of her shorter nighties, "Right, yeah. Why didn't you put on your robe?"
"It's four o'clock in the morning, and all of you have seen me wearing less." She rolled her eyes as she dragged her husband out the kitchen and up the stairs.
"Hold on, how has the Doctor—" Rory's words trailed off as the couple went up the steps.
The Doctor crossed the room with a smile, "Hello River. How have you been?"
"Just got your invitation. When does Canton get here?"
"Any time we want." He grinned, crossing his arms and leaning against the table.
"Doctor." She scolded him lightly, "Pick him up when he's supposed to arrive, and bring Dad. You can, of course, take the TARDIS."
"Don't be silly. We'll take his car."
"No, you won't. I want to avoid what happens next year."
"What happens next year?" He grinned, awaiting the teaser that her smile promised.
"You drive his car." She winked, pulling him in for a kiss.
After the kiss, he smiled softly at her, "I do know how to drive."
"You're centuries out of practice."
"Best not tell Rory." He teased.
"We don't tell him everything we get up to. And there's years of stuff you haven't told them." He winked in response to her statement, making her chuckle, "Now sweetie, you know how Dad feels about that sort of thinking, especially in his house."
"I bought it for him," The Doctor mumbled.
"I always did wonder about that. They never had the money for this when they got married." River grinned.
"It was a wedding present. Aren't you supposed to buy a house for a wedding present?" He tweaked his bowtie, "Or was that another planet?"
"Another century, maybe. You are so out of date sometimes."
"Well, it's a good thing that they don't know we're married."
"They do too, sweetie."
"They think I'm dead."
"No they don't."
"River Song, I told you not to tell anyone!"
"She's our best friend, and she's my mother." River crossed her arms, "And you have never been properly able to tell me what to do."
"Still."
"Besides, she was so sad. The girl who waited, waiting forever for a younger Doctor to appear from the stars? I couldn't do that to her."
"But that means they'll get us a wedding present. I hope it's not a house. A house is so boring."
"We could have our own Thanksgiving dinner though, sweetie."
"Like I said, boring!"
Amy giggled from the doorway, "I just threw on a skirt and a jumper, figure I'll get changed into something appropriate for a holiday dinner when the boys go to get Canton." She crossed the room to lean against the oven. "And of course Rory and I got you and River a wedding present. But it's not a house. You two don't stay any place or time long enough to get a house."
"Then what did you get us? Is it a blender? Always wanted a blender."
"No, it's not a blender." Amy snorted, "You ask for the weirdest things."
"A china set?"
"Stop guessing sweetie." River rolled her eyes. "Dad probably has to get it out or something?"
Amy smiled, "We packed it up nicely for you two, after you told us that he was alive. I mean, we'd talked about it before the wedding because we just knew it was going to happen, but then you," She glared at the Doctor, "had to go and sneak around us. But we packed it up for the next time we saw you two together once we knew you were still breathing."
Rory carried a box in, holding it carefully. "Here it is. We should have got a card, but none of them seemed to fit."
"It's lovely dad." River smiled.
"What is it? It's not fair, the Ponds knowing more than me." The Doctor held up the box, preparing to shake it.
"Don't do that!" River laughed, "We can open it now, can't we?"
"Course you can." Rory smiled, almost indulgently.
River and the Doctor carefully tore the wrapping open and then he soniced the tape off of the box. "Show off," River laughed.
When they finally pulled out the paper and pulled out the gift, River hugged her mother. "It's beautiful. It always is. No matter when I see it. Thank you so much."
The Doctor held up the large frame and asked, "You painted this?"
"Yeah," Amy smiled, "Rory did the frame himself, too."
"It's amazing. Didn't know you remembered this."
"It was my daughter's wedding, Doctor. I don't think I would forget it." Amy laughed.
He held it up so that he could further examine it. It was a portrait of a bowtie-less him and River, at their wedding, kissing. An extreme golden light surrounded them and—"There's a faint Van Gogh feel to this, Amy. Have you been studying him?"
"Took a few art classes in my spare time, yeah." She smiled, "Now, go put that in the TARDIS, you two can hang it later."
"Yes mum." He grinned.
"Doctor?" Amy sighed.
"Yes, mum?" If it was possible, he managed to grin even wider.
"Stop it."
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