Hey there people! Welcome to my first Doctor Who fanfiction! This is based on the 11th Doctor and Amy Pond, and their trip into 1963 Paris. ENJOY!

The Doctor strode around the TARDIS expectantly, waiting for his companion to appear out of the expansive wardrobe which she had lost herself in. Looking for clothes to wear in Paris, Amy Pond was certainly taking a long time about deciding on her outfit.

"Amy?" The Doctor tried, rapping on the wardrobe door sharply. "Are you nearly done?"

"Doctor, will you back off a little? I've only been in here five minutes!" his fiery companion called from within the room.

"Amy, you've been in there for half an hour now! I've been keeping count!"

The door swung open and Amy appeared, glaring at him. She had red hair with brown eyes, and she was looking at him like he had just run over her dog. She was wearing a short white skirt with a red tank top, keeping in mind the warm weather she would endure in France.

"What do you think of this? I quite like it, it's open, but I don't know if it's suitable..."

"I think you look fine," the Doctor said agitatedly, shifting around as he looked at her. "Can you stop fussing over your look now so that we can actually get outside? I'm bored!"

"You're always bored if you've been stood still for over five seconds," Amy complained, slipping on a topless pair of sandals which she had excavated from a large box of footwear hidden at the back of the wardrobe. "Plus, I can't bear to think that you're actually going to keep your full outfit on? I mean come on, trousers and a tweed jacket in Paris? You'll boil! Oh, and I assume you'll be keeping the bow tie of course."

"Bowties are cool," The Doctor told her, adjusting the red bowtie he was wearing around his neck.

"No, they're not," Amy laughed, rolling her eyes. "You are so 1960's."

"1963, now that was a brilliant year!" The Doctor exclaimed, examining his watch thoughtfully. "I remember when I met Martin Luther King Jr when he was giving his speech on the steps of the Lincoln memorial... Well, I was only there because a rogue Silurian had threatened to assassinate him... I had to stop that happening, of course."

"He got assassinated though," Amy sighed, shaking her head. "Just not at the time you were there."

"Don't put me off!"

"Sorry. It's just that you kind of failed if your aim was to stop him from being killed."

"It wasn't. Well, not initially. My initial aim was to stop the Silurian."

"Well that's okay then. You didn't fail." Amy said, smiling at him.

"Yup."

"So... shall we go to 1963? You said it was brilliant..."

"I thought we were going to Paris!"

"1963 Paris. It'll be warmer."

"That's fine by me," the Doctor said excitedly, fiddling with all sorts of weird contraptions on the TARDIS console. "Let's go!"

Amy took that as her cue to hold on, as the time machine began shaking and shivering as it began moving through the time vortex once again. She smiled across at the Doctor as the machine shuddered, and he grinned manically back as he piloted his ship.

"We're landing in about six seconds!" he shouted to her, nodding.

"OKAY!" She shouted back, a little louder than intended. With one final jolt, the TARDIS spun into reality, materialising in 1963 Paris.

"Welcome to the land of love in the past," The Doctor said cheerily, already rushing down the stairwell towards the doors.

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