One-shot, 11, Amy and Rory. Set somewhere shortly after Amy's Choice.

Once in a regeneration, the Doctor, the healer and the helper known throughout the galaxies, would sit down his companions, and have a day off from traveling, where the TARDIS would softly drift around in outer space.

Amy and Rory were dragged to a small table, he had put in the control room, sitting them down on the chairs. "Doctor, what are you doing?" "Don't we usually have dinner in the kitchen?" Rory asked. The Doctor was grinning, like a child with a plan, and to be honest, that is sometimes what he was, and indeed today as well.

"Just a little fun" he said. "Weren't we supposed to visit the Middle ages today?" The Doctor looked up at Rory. "No, dull. Maybe tomorrow. I have better plans today." Amy and Rory looked over at each other. "And what's that?" Amy asked, arching an eyebrow. "Just sit down and play along" the Doctor said.

He went for a couple of minutes, and meanwhile, Amy and Rory had exchanged looks and guesses at the Doctor's crazy plans. "Let's just hope it's not Monopoly like last week" they both shrugged, thinking back on the Monopoly incident, and how the Doctor had played with an almost manic fury, cheating in his quest to win.

The Doctor returned with a bag in his hands, and the couple smiled at each other, none of them sure what was going to happen. "Alright, let's get cracking!" He looked at their faces, awaiting excitement, but both of them only half smiled, not really sure. "Oh, come on - a little enthusiasm!" they both smiled wide, and Amy even raised her thumbs in a not very convincing - to anyone else but the Doctor - way.

The Doctor knew it was not a sincere sign, but he took it as a sign of enthusiasm anyway, figuring his plans would make them change their minds. He fished a plate of cookies out of the bag, and put it on the table. "Cookies! You got us worried for nothing" Amy said, relieved. Rory looked as relieved as Amy's tone of voice. The Doctor smiled. "And crayons!" he exclaimed, putting a box with the promising text 200 quality crayons.

Amy sighed. Of course, it could not be just cookies. She giggled, and Rory just looked at her. "We're drawing?" he asked the Doctor.

"Yes! It's a very good way to therapy, someone used to say that all the time, who was that? Freud? No, someone else. Beard" he said. The couple just stared at each other again. Amy broke their contact, and looked up on the excited Doctor. "Fine, we'll do it" and Rory interfered "but mostly because there are cookies" he said, and the Doctor smiled.

He sat down on the third chair, and gave them each a small pile of papers, and they started drawing - or, the Doctor was very creative and did both drawings of the TARDIS, some in Gallifreyan and many different ones of the planets and times he had visited, and Amy recognized Venice, one of their newer locations. He was exceptionally detailed, and brought both Amy and Rory's stickman drawings to shame by miles. "How did you learn to draw?" "Well, everyone can draw - make shapes with a pencil" he said, focusing on detailing the background with roofs and spires in Venice. "But like that?" she asked. "I was bored one day, and I have a time machine, so I sent a letter ahead to Michelangelo, and booked a lesson. Or, more like.. two." He got a look from Amy. "Five. But by then, he called me his favourite student!" they laughed, and despite Amy and Rory's skepticism, their day with drawings ended up being one of the best lazy days in the TARDIS, and The Doctor would from that day, once in a while, sit them down and make them draw, while telling them stories, and they would listen like children, being told a story by their favourite uncle.