I'm back! My friend recently discovered Who, which made me rediscover Who. Oh, how I love Who.

"I don't know the square root of one-hundred and ninety-seven, why are you asking me?" Amy hated kids. Especially little ones. Another question exited the runt's mouth, and Amy did all she could do to stop her screaming her head off at the boy.

"I don't know why the sky is blue."

"Well, you're not very smart…are you?" That's it! The little man was going to get clobbered.

"Look KID! Just because I don't know the answer to all of your outlandish questions does NOT meant that I-"

"Amy, Amy, Amy, calm down." The Doctor quickly grabbed her arm before she smacked the child. He was supposed to take care of him. He was the future Prime Minister. He did lead the world to, well, world peace…for a time…that is, until the vasiers took over, but (of course) that's a different story. "There is no need to get hostile." He leaned into her ear. "He is only a child!" The Doctor turned back towards the future world leader, Adam was his name. "Adam." He got the child's attention. "The square root of 197 is 14.0356688476182. The blue color of the sky is due to the particles scattering, and blueshifting."

Adam was amazed. Amy was flabbergasted. Both were silent.

The Doctor sucked in a breath. "Please, don't do that." He took out his sonic screwdriver, and started scanning the area. Amy hopped over to him.

"How did you know all of that?" The Doctor shrugged his shoulders.

"I've been around a long time." Amy opened her mouth. "That was not an invitation to use me as the human encyclopedia." Amy shut her mouth, and smiled. "You shouldn't let them get to you so much, though."

"Who?"

"Children." Amy shrugged. "They're not as scary as you may think. Especially if they are yours." Amy stared down at her stomach. She shook her head.

"I don't want children."

"Does Rory know this?"

"I've told him, but I don't think…that is…I think he thinks that he can change my mind."

"Foolish! No one can change Amy Pond's mind." The Doctor coughed. "Excuse me. Amy Williams." Amy smiled, reluctantly.

"There's always that."

"Always what?"

"You can't find a name that doesn't flow with Williams." The Doctor smiled. "Not even you, human encyclopedia."

It's short, but hopefully you liked it. I have a challenge for you: find me a name that doesn't go with Williams, and I will write whatever kind of fic you want me to.