A/N Okay, here's another story I came up with, so I hope you all like it.

Disclaimer: I own nothing, BBC owns it all.

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"Doctor, do you ever sleep?" Amy asked, exasperated.

The Doctor looked up at her oddly. They had just gotten out of a particularly dangerous adventure and the Doctor was fiddling around with the levers and buttons on the console while Amy sat in one of the chairs near him, who was getting even more tired just watching him.

"Why do you ask?" he inquired.

Amy sighed, "I never see you go to sleep. Whenever I go to bed, you're still here fiddling around with the TARDIS. The only time I have ever seen you sleep is when you've been knocked unconscious."

"That's not true!" The Doctor retorted.

"Fine, name one time you have slept. Willingly." Amy demanded.

"In this regeneration?"

Amy rolled her eyes, resisting the urge to slap a hand to her forehead in irritation. "Yes."

He frowned and his brow furrowed. Amy got up and stood across from the Doctor and tapped her foot impatiently while humming the jeopardy theme to try and hurry him along. She may have seemed as if she was enjoying this a little, but she really was worried about her best friend. She really had never seen him sleep, and when he did, he always seemed to have a haunted look to him afterwards.

When she'd ask him what was wrong, he'd always brush it off and distract her by changing the subject. By the time she'd remember to ask him again, the cycle would just repeat itself. Lately the Doctor had become more clumsy than usual (that was saying something) and he'd trail off more often and just zone out until she snapped him out of it.

Lately, it had gotten increasingly harder to bring him back to Earth (or whatever planet they were on) and soon, Amy was worried that she wouldn't be able to get him back when they were in the middle of an adventure and running for their lives.

What if she couldn't get them both back to the TARDIS in time? She knew that if this happened, she wouldn't leave him behind, but what would happen to them?

She shivered, not really wanting to think about the thought. To think something like that happening while he faced the Daleks… If the Doctor wouldn't take care of himself, then she would just have to make him. She couldn't let it get that far.

Amy was brought out of her musings when the Doctor sighed, "That's not the point, Pond. Besides, for me sleeping is more of… an option. I don't have to sleep as much you. And I'll tell you, you humans sleep as if it's going out of fashion-"

"Doctor!" Amy interrupted, "You look exhausted! Don't you dare tell me that you don't have to sleep because I know for a fact that you do. In the past three minutes alone, you must've yawned at least ten times!" As she said this to him, she'd walked over to him and poked him hard in the chest to try and get her point across.

The Doctor looked at her and for a second she thought that she'd finally gotten through to him. However, that didn't last long and he quickly turned away from her.

"I'm fine, Amelia, but you however look like you should go to bed. I know how you humans need your sleep."

Inside her mind Amy screamed in frustration. When she finally thought she was getting somewhere! She let out a huff and started up the stairs toward her room.

Amy was about half way up the stairs when the Doctor called out, "Good night, Pond!"

She sighed and replied, "Good night, Doctor."

When she got to the top of the stairs, she looked down to where the Doctor was stood fiddling around with bits of the TARDIS. She could tell by his posture that he was so much more tired than he was letting on. Amy swore she was going to get him to go to sleep tomorrow night.

When she finally trudged up to her room, even though the bed called to her, she stayed up and started formulating plan.

An hour and a half later, Amy had a plan. She grinned, albeit a little evilly because tomorrow, she was going to consult the TARDIS.

A/N Hope you liked the first chapter. Please review, I need feedback to see how I can improve my work. Thanks! =)