A/N First Doctor Who story. Stemmed from some things I thought the Doctor does, like kick off his shoes, then complain about having to untie them the next day.
The first thing Amy notices about traveling with The Doctor is that he complains. A lot.
After a long day, he kicks his shoes off, pushing them off with his toes without bothering to untie them. The next day he complains about having to untie them, and then put them on. Amy suggests he untie them when he takes them off, and he just shakes his head at her, as though she's hopelessly confused.
He complains when his shoelaces come untied while they're running from some sort of alien, and he trips on them. Somehow, he always ends up sprawling forward and landing on his face. When they're sitting in the jail cell, waiting for him to come up with an escape plan, Amy suggests he try double knotting his shoes. He gives her the look, the one that says, 'Are you kidding?' and tells her, "That would be childish, Amy." She decides not to mention the fez, or the week he spent hours playing with wooden trains.
When they finally do escape from whatever situation they're in, The Doctor shrugs off his jacket and drops it on the floor, or he hangs it on a lever in the control room. Sometimes he makes it to the library, and it ends up draped over a plush chair in the autobiographies section. Occasionally, he'll wander into the kitchen to grab a banana, or stalk of celery, or fish sticks and custard (but never an apple. Apples are rubbish) The next morning, he spends half an hour wandering the rooms of the TARDIS, looking for his jacket, yelling "Amy, have you seen my jacket?" over and over, and complaining when she finally finds it in the one place he's sure it isn't.
Amy doesn't get how he does it. She's never been one of those super neat people, but clothes are something else. She needs her shoes to be lined up in her closet. She goes absolutely insane if her shirts and shorts and skirts aren't neatly folded in her dresser, and she often comes close to tears if her jackets aren't hung neatly in her closet. When she asks The Doctor why it's impossible for him to hang up his tweed, and put away his shoes, or even keep the TARDIS in any form of organized, he replies that people how do those things are always so knit-picky!
On those special days though— the ones where they don't end up saving the world and running from daleks and cybermen—the days they tumble through the doors of the TARDIS, hands roaming and lips attached, Amy's glad that The Doctor isn't one of those knit-picky people who unties their shoes and hangs their jackets in closets.