A/N: This is just a short little fic I was prompted to write on tumblr. The prompt was for something sorta fluffy with Amy and Eleven in the park. This is what I ended up with.
Disclaimer: None of the characters are mine! Just the plot belongs to me.
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It's on an absolutely gorgeous April day that Amy finds herself with the Doctor in the middle of a huge, beautiful garden with some Dutch name she can't even pronounce in Lisse, Netherlands. It is, apparently, the largest flower garden in the world and created less than a year ago for flower growers from the Netherlands and the rest of Europe could to display their hybrid flowers.
The amount of colors that Amy can see without even turning her head are astonishing. There are vibrant reds and bright yellows; warm oranges and cool purples popping out and elegantly displayed across the thick green grass. There are hundreds of different flowers, most of which Amy doesn't even know the name of and never seen before. The place is practically glowing it's so bright and colorful.
She's absolutely seen nothing like it, and it's so breathtakingly beautiful that it has her smiling a thousand-watt smile and gasping at the sight without even realizing it.
The Doctor quickly surveys the sight, taking in the beauty before his eyes settle on Amy. His Amy. And he's just beaming with pride when he sees how pleased she is with this little surprise trip.
"I take it you like the view," he says.
"It's amazing," she gasps quietly.
"Back in the 15th Century, Keukenhof was a hunting area and the servants of the castle of Jacoba van Beieren would collect herbs for the kitchen here. That's how it got its name. 'Keuken' means 'kitchen' and 'hof' means 'garden'."
Amy nodded, absorbing the information with mild fascination before furrowing her eyebrows and squinting over at the Doctor curiously. "How do you know all this?"
The Doctor looks over at her, a hint of surprise in his eyes for a moment before he looks back out at the landscape before them and the small groups of people milling about. Men in their sharp suits and the women in their pastel dresses and sun hats. There are even a couple of kids running about, sticking their noses into the flowers and stroking the petals of the roses and chrysanthemums all around them.
"I've come here a time or two before. It's a nice place to relax and get away from things for a little while," he explains, a soft smile on his face.
"Is it every time you come to Kookin—to whatever Hof in the 1950s, or just today?" she wondered.
The Doctor regarded her curiously for a moment before nodding. "Usually, yes. In your time it's a bit too crowded for my liking."
"Mmhmm," Amy nods. "So what's the occasion today? Why'd you decide to take us here? You got something on your mind you're trying to forget?"
The Doctor gives her a sideways glance, trying his best to suppress the ache in his hearts as he spies the tears sliding silently down her cheeks, and shakes his head. "No. I just thought you'd like it," he says, but not with nearly enough cheer or conviction.
Amy frowns at him, but doesn't argue over the matter. Instead, she steps away and bends down over a bed of roses, cupping them gently in her palm as she takes in their sweet scent.
And the Doctor simply watches, wishing that for all the beauty there was to behold here it could do something more for the aching deep within his chest.