Guess who's back? *Gasp* It's the little girl! If you don't know what I'm talking about, then go and read the first in this series, Lost in Translation. I'll wait for you.
If you don't, this might not make sense.
By the way, this is set like twenty minutes after the last chapter in Lost in Translation. Just to let you know.
Anyway, Allons-y!
The Ponds
"Come on! You have to eat something!" Rory said, exasperated. He was getting extremely aggravated at the Doctor's refusal to eat anything. He would either take a bit or a sip of whatever Rory was offering him before spitting it out and muttering something in Gallifreyan.
Amy sighed. They had gone through nearly everything available in their kitchen and cupboards and they still had nothing to satisfy the Time Lord.
"Do we have any custard?" She asked Rory as she scoured the freezer for some fish fingers. Amy knew they were in there, she just wasn't sure where... Ah. There they were, just behind the half empty tub of ice cream.
"I don't think so, why?" Rory asked, giving up on trying to find suitable food.
"Go to the store and get some custard." Amy instructed.
Rory checked his phone. "It's closed; it's nearly midnight." He said with a defeated sigh.
"Great. Where are we going to get custard?" Amy asked, rubbing her tired eyes.
"There's probably some in the TARDIS." River piped up. Just like Rory, River was getting tired of the Doctor.
"I'll go and get it." Rory said and he slipped on a pair of shoes.
Amy heard the closing of their back door as she opened the package of the fish fingers.
Rory returned a few minutes later, a full carton of custard in his hand. "Here it is." He said, handing it to River.
River put the custard into a serving bowl while Amy placed the finished fingers onto a plate. She took the bowl and plate and set it in front of the Doctor, who was grumpily sitting at the table, staring off into empty space.
"Eat." Amy commanded, even though she knew he couldn't understand her. The Doctor looked at the food, then at Amy, a weak smile growing on his face.
He said something in Gallifreyan and slowly picked up a fish finger, covered it in custard and started to eat slowly.
"I'm going to take a shower." Rory announced to Amy with a slight yawn. "Then I'm going to bed."
"I'll be up soon." Amy promised, keeping an eye on the Doctor, who was about halfway through his second fish finger. Rory left and Amy turned her full attention back to the Doctor.
"I'm going to bed." Amy said while mimicking sleeping. She could tell the Doctor was trying not to laugh. "Eat, then you need to go to bed." She said, mimicking that as well and the Doctor started giggling.
Amy rolled her eyes and got up. She pushed in her chair and walked over to him. "Good night, Raggedy Man." She whispered as she gently kissed him on the forehead.
He said something back, probably good night and Amy made her way upstairs to bed.
The Doctor
As soon as Amy left, the Doctor stood up and threw the fish fingers and custard away. It's not that he wasn't hungry, he was, just that it felt like his stomach couldn't take anymore with releasing, which was next to nothing, what was in it currently.
The Doctor moaned when his stomach lurched. He dropped the dishes into the sink, not really even bothering to think about cleaning them, and he went to the living room.
Where a double bed sized blow up matress was waiting. He smiled, glad to be rid of the uncomfortable couch.
The Doctor had settled himself and was about to fall asleep when a gentle hand was placed on his cheek. He opened an eye and saw that River, hair wet, was crouching beside him.
"Hello." He said. She replied, something rather long and probably like he should be asleep or something and the Doctor just rolled his eyes and pulled her down until she was laying next to him.
It took a bit of moving around, but soon they got situated and River was in the Doctor's arms.
Both fell asleep quickly.
And then the nightmare started.