Author's Notes: I do not own Doctor Who. Welcome back to the Regard Mrs Smith ficverse and another story named after a song that is not a songfic. This story takes place after Any Other World, but before the recent 2012 series. It might be helpful to have some Any Other World knowledge, but I know not everybody made it to the end of that, so sorry. What you need to know is in the final scene of that story and I'll be reiterating it as we go along. Also, I make no claims at historical accuracy. Thanks and happy reading!

A/N: Updated 11/27: I do not own Doctor Who. So, here's the deal. I went into this story with a plan and decided it sucked and got completely stuck and thought about abandoning it, but then I realized how much I hate when people do that and so this story is what's happening. Imagine Chapter One as you read it was a foreword. Thank you for the reads and reviews and follows. Oh, these are also the notes on chapter 2. Happy reading!

Amy had been married to Rory for a couple of months now. After the wedding, they had been quickly swept back into the TARDIS for the Doctor and Donna's present: honeymoon tour of the universe.

They should have asked exactly what that entailed. So far it seemed that it was some running for their lives, stopping at any planet with a good banana selection and some light babysitting of Zara and Chloe, who were two and one now. Not exactly a typical honeymoon.

They prepared in their room for the next day of the tour.

Rory looked at Amy. "What do you think it'll be today?," he asked with half dread.

"I don't know."

"Not another stop at some space station toy shop where oh, yeah, the toys are alive and pretty cross!"

Amy smiled. "It's their time machine, Rory. Not exactly like we have a right to complain about a free tour of the universe."

"Yes, it's just when someone gives you a wedding gift, you expect to enjoy it."

"I thought you were enjoying it," Amy said with a smile.

"I am," said Rory.

"Besides," said Amy, patting him on the arm, "better than that gravy boat your aunt got us!"

Amy walked out into the corridor. Rory followed her.

"What's wrong with the gravy boat?," he asked.

"Rory, it's shaped like a fish!"

They walked into the TARDIS console room to find the Doctor up to his usual shenanigans at the controls. Chloe was playing an ineffective game of hide and seek with Zara, while Esther travelled between them. Ineffectual in that she kept being spotted as she looked around from one of the coral pillars. Donna was leaning against the jump seat reading a book entitled "The Fun and Easy Guide Interstellar Travel with Small Humanoid Children."

"This says that Farusi Seven has a zoo that takes up a whole continent," said Donna. She looked over at Zara. "How about that, Zara? Would you like a zoo today?"

Zara looked at the Doctor. "Can we go to the zoo, Daddy?"

"No zoos today, Zara."

Donna frowned. "Or the garden world of Chista, with real life fairies."

Zara jumped up and down, then turned to the Doctor clapping her hands.

"Sorry," said the Doctor.

"Okay, spaceman, here's the thing," said Donna, "your destinations have not been very child friendly as of late and you need to start thinking about things for them to do."

"Sorry," said Rory, "hate to point this out, but this is our honeymoon."

"Yeah," said Amy, "we spent yesterday at a giant water slide park spread across three moons."

"I don't know what the complaint is," said the Doctor. "We got you the park hopper pass. And frozen bananas! Besides, today is actually a stop on the honeymoon tour of the universe. Mine and Donna's."

Donna quickly sided up to the Doctor. "Which stop?"

"Sorry?"

She leaned in closer and whispered, "Not that one place."

"What one place?"

"You know, where the things spray the stuff?"

"That's only during the spring and obviously we would leave the children with your mother and no, it's not that one."

"Sorry," said Amy with a smile, "what happened?"

The Doctor and Donna looked at each other, then back at Amy and Rory.

"Never mind," said the Doctor. "Not really important. Anyway, I always meant to take Donna here, just haven't gotten the chance yet."

Rory knitted his brow. "So, this is a stop on your honeymoon tour of the universe?"

"We could start booking package holidays," said Donna.

"Oi, let's just see it before the smart remarks," said the Doctor.

He put on his coat and opened the door of the TARDIS to a brightly lit room. Zara followed him, Donna scooped up Chloe and went. Amy looked gleefully at Rory and the two ran out. Glamorous looking people from the jet age walked by in their finery.

"Okay, I have no idea," said Donna.

"Where are we, Doctor?," asked Amy.

"This is the Sands hotel in 1960, site of the summit. Every night for three weeks, the Rat Pack performed and every day they filmed Ocean's 11."

Rory frowned. "But George Clooney wasn't even born yet."

The Doctor groaned. "Why do I spend so much time with young people?"

"The other Ocean's 11, Rory," said Amy.

Donna frowned and looked at him suspiciously. "Why do you know when George Clooney was born, anyway?"

"Oh, my God!," said Rory. "Pub quiz!"

They were all distracted as a group of men in black suits entered. A hush came over the lobby as the men escorted in a man that looked very familiar. He smiled and waved through the shield of his entourage.

"That's Kennedy!," Amy hissed.

"I know," said the Doctor, a smile forming.

Rory turned to the Doctor. "And you brought us here why?"

"I wanted to show Donna," the Doctor said plaintively.

"That's John Kennedy and Frank Sinatra on our honeymoon!," said Rory. "Why don't you just take us to meet Casanova next?"

"He took me once," said Donna. "I could have had him."

"You always bring that up," said the Doctor.

"Yeah, let me ask you, spaceman. Las Vegas. Womanizing singers and politicians in a casino. What part of this is child friendly?," asked Donna, switching Chloe from one hip to the other.

"Uh..." The Doctor frowned. He looked down at Zara as she twisted his hand. "I'm sure there's a pool or something. A banana? I bet we can find a banana. Let's check in."

The Doctor walked over to the desk and flashed the psychic paper for the clerk. "The Doctor and Donna Smith-Noble. I believe I have a reservation for two suites."

The clerk frowned and looked at the book. "Would that be Trevor Smith-Noble?"

Donna looked at the Doctor in shock.

"Trevor Smith-Noble?," asked Rory.

The Doctor was quick to get past this. "Uh, no. The Doctor and Donna Smith-Noble. I'm certain you have it somewhere there."

The clerk nodded. "Oh, yes. Odd, I thought Senator Kennedy was in that suite. Somebody's in trouble." He rang for the bellhop. "Your luggage, sir?"

"Oh, my wardrobe is over there," said the Doctor motioning at the TARDIS as the bellhop arrived.

The bellhop looked at the TARDIS incredulously.

"I have two sets of keys," said the clerk. "One for you Doctor and the other for?"

"Oh. Mr. and Mrs. Pond," said the Doctor.

"Williams," Rory corrected.

"Blimey, you're being picky about this," said the Doctor. "Do I panic when someone calls me Mister Noble?"

"That's because nobody knows what you're really called," said Rory.

Amy leaned over to the clerk. "Sorry, could you tell me if Trevor Smith-Noble has checked in already?"

"It's probably just a coincidence, Amy," said the Doctor.

"Mr. Smith-Noble already checked in. You know, he and his wife were English like you folks," said the clerk.

"I'm Scottish," said Amy.

"I'm not English," said the Doctor.

"Wife?," Donna said sharply.

"Tart!," shouted Zara.

Donna exchanged glances with the Doctor as they turned around to see River Song and Trevor.

"Oh, look who it is," said River.

"Hi, everyone," said Trevor.

"What's going on?," asked Amy.

"Yeah, where's Mels?," asked Rory.

"She's fine," River said quickly, glancing at Zara.

"Tart!," said Zara, pointing at River.

"Uh, right, what are you doing here?," asked the Doctor.

"Investigating," said Trevor.

"Oh, is that what the kids call it?," said Donna.

Rory leaned over to Amy. "I'm getting really confused."

"Look over there," said River. She motioned at an elegant looking woman in the casino. She was chatting with Senator Kennedy.

"Who's she?," asked Amy.

"That's Judy Campbell," said River. "Mistress to Frank Sinatra, Senator then President Kennedy and Chicago gangster Sam Giancana."

"Ew," said Donna.

"But?," asked the Doctor.

"Only that's not Judy Campbell," said Trevor. "She's spending the winter in Miami Beach."

"Then who's that?," asked Donna.

"That is a very good question," said the Doctor.

"Sorry," said Donna, looking at River and Trevor. "Just excuse us for a moment."

Donna pulled the Doctor away.

"What?," he whispered.

"That's our son and what? River Song is his wife now? We're just supposed to have an adventure in Las Vegas with them? Why was she flirting with you, then?"

"How should I know?"

"All we know about the woman is that she was in jail and she killed someone," said Donna. "A man."

"Donna, it's in the future. Our future. We can't jeopardize the time lines and you know why."

Donna frowned. She didn't like time being the boss of her.

"Come on," the Doctor said gently. "We have to sort out who Sinatra, Kennedy and a gangster are really being seduced by."

They went back to the group.

"Ready?," asked Trevor.

"Definitely," said the Doctor. "Allons-y."

"Are you okay, Mummy?," asked Zara.

"Yeah, I'm fine, sweetheart," said Donna, forcing a smile on her face.

"Well," said Trevor, "let's get started."