Ok, so basically I'm stealing this general idea from TheChibi'sAreStalkingMe but rather than putting all my Doctor Who one-shots into one story, it's just going to be the ones written because of the TARDIS Forum, because there's bound to be a lot over the months and years and stuff. So I thought I'd go back, delete them all individually and put them all together and then keep them altogether! So begin with we have:

Heart Of The TARDIS Daily Challenge: Prompt Word: Socks! Stopping for Socks

The Doctor was crazy. If Amy Pond knew nothing else for certain she knew that. In her time with him she had come to accept this fact. She had taken to rolling her eyes and muttering sarcastically whenever the Doctor announced 'Bowties are cool' which he did regularly. After all everyone had their faults and a serious lacking in fashion sense was just the Doctor's.

'Hurry up, Pond' the Doctor shouted from the TARDIS door, pulling Amy from her thoughts. 'or the shop will be closed'

Amy ran to join him 'If the shop closes you can just fast forward to tomorrow when it opens again' she pointed out. 'Where are we anyway?'

'London'

'London, ok. Why?'

'Socks' The Doctor replied, walking out of the TARDIS, leaving Amy staring after him.

She ran to catch up 'Let me get this straight: You brought us to London when we could be anywhere in time and space for... socks?'

The Doctor nodded 'Socks are cool'

Had Amy had a desk in front of her she would've hit her head against it, since she didn't she just took to staring at the Doctor. She looked down at his feet; because he was wearing trousers and shoes it was impossible to see his socks. 'Socks aren't cool Doctor' she told him. 'Socks are just...socks.'

'Maybe your socks aren't cool, Amy' the Doctor said 'but mine are' he pulled up one of his trouser legs revealing bright orange socks.

'Wow' Amy said, sarcastically. 'You could have a competition with the sun'

'Anyway. I need new socks, more cool interesting socks' the Doctor said. 'and London just happens to have this great little market place that sells brilliant socks. Maybe you'll find some cool socks too.'

'Not likely' Amy said. 'I'm happy with non-cool socks. Socks weren't made to be cool, Doctor, they were made to serve a purpose and they do very well. I don't need cool socks'

'You could get blue ones to match your shoes' The Doctor commented. 'Or tarten ones to celebrate your Scottish-ness'

Amy rolled her eyes are the Doctor rambled on about socks. Just a few minutes later she found herself in an indoor market at a stall with nothing but socks; all colours and patterns. Socks all over. It worried her that the Doctor wasn't the only one who seemed to think socks could be cool. The Doctor seemed to be in his element at the sock stall, he pulled out socks of all different colours, socks that matched and socks that didn't. Socks with ducks on, socks with spaceships, socks with flags, socks with logos, socks with stars, socks with stripes.

Amy just watched him, slightly bored, for about 10 minutes. Then something got her attention; the most Scottish socks she had ever seen. They didn't match but that didn't matter, they both screamed Scotland. One was red tarten with bagpipes and the other was the blue and white Scottish flag with bagpipes. After staring at them for ages she picked them up to show the Doctor.

'You win' Amy said 'socks can be cool'