I don't own Doctor Who. If I did, Matt Smith would A. be shirtless (a lot) more often, and B. get the episodes in America he wants.
I wrote this in ten minutes, trying out my new Brit vocab and looking for character voice. Please, feel free to be as harsh on those as you think you should be. Enjoy!
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Apparently, it was cold outside.
The Doctor had claimed it to be "negative twenty-six degrees Celsius!" and reminded Amy simply to "layer". However silly she felt in a flannel undershirt, down vest, fleece jacket, jumper, and windbreaker, she simply could not beat the Doctor.
It was the pink socks that did it.
She couldn't tell very well, but it seemed like he was wearing more or less what she was.
Except for the colors. Oh, God, the colors.
Her flannel shirt was plain red. His was red plaid. Lumberjack-esque.
Her down vest was black. His was sky blue.
Her fleece vest was dark brown. His was neon yellow.
Her jumper was a sedate pinkish color. His was- and this was almost as bad as the pink socks- maroon with a grinning Christmas tree.
Fortunately, his black windbreaker hid the kaleidoscope of colors.
It didn't hide the pink socks.
She burst out laughing the moment she saw them.
"Where in the universe are those stylish?" Amy demanded between gasps of laughter, pointing at his feet.
The Doctor crossed his arms across his puffy chest and tried to sound annoyed as he told her, "I'll have you know they were a gift from a, er, friend."
He rubbed his ear without realizing it. Gosh, it'd been ages since he'd gotten a Jackie Tyler smack. Maybe that's why his ears had been so large back then. Started out small and got larger with each slap. That didn't quite work, though- he ought to have looked like an elephant by the time he regenerated.
"Obviously not a loved one," she giggled.
"I'm quite fond of these socks!" he complained.
"You've never worn them before," Amy countered.
Of course not. They were silly. They didn't go with a suit at all. They really didn't go with his dignified image, either. "Of course not. They're hot. Made of wool and all that."
"Oh, of course," Amy repeated, still smirking.
Desperate to change the subject, the Doctor almost ran for the door. "Come on, Pond! Let's go!"