A/N: This is going to be a collecting of drabbles and short one-shots, prompted by each episode of New Who. Enjoy!

New regenerations were always tricky. This time was no different. The long road to discovery was bumpy and tiring. He was a whole new person, a whole new man. The problem was, he didn't quite know who this man was, as of yet. And who better to help him find himself than a Scottish, ginger girl who had known him as this man for her whole life. She knew him better than he knew himself- not that he'd tell her that.

He was a man who knew how to get out of sticky situations.

They were hanging by their arms over a seemingly bottomless pit- in fact, the Doctor wished it was bottomless, but unfortunately a ravenous beast lay at the bottom, ready to snap up a Doctor and his companion for a light snack. The chains around their wrists clanked slightly as they swayed in the draught coming from the closed doors, and he ran through various plans in his head. As most of them needed either a cherry picker or a team of highly trained squirrels, none were actually feasible. He turned to Amy, who surely must be scared. He thought back to his other companions; Donna would have given him an earful, Rose would have been trying to get out, Martha… actually, he wasn't sure what Martha would have done.

'Sorry,' he called to Amy, who swung gently beside him. He glanced at her, fearing tears or something, but was amazed to find her smiling.

'Do you know what this reminds me of?' she asked him, chuckling.

'Errr…' he said, rooting through his brain. 'Not really.'

'You know… in Monty Python and the Holy Grail, when the knights are singing the Spamelot song and there's that prisoner clapping in the dungeons?'

'Oh yeah,' the Doctor said, and watched, bemused, as she laughed. A spark of an idea lit in his mind, as he watched her laugh, and he began to climb up his chain.

'What are you doing?' Amy asked, as he pulled himself up. Hmm, this body doesn't have much upper body strength, he mused as he hauled himself up 'till his pockets were level with Amy's hands.

'Can you reach into my pocket and get my screwdriver?' he called down. 'Preferably before my arms fall off.'

'Just about,' she called back, and he felt her hand rummage around in his pocket. He focussed on the cold metal cutting into his palm, trying not to think about her hand skating across his hip.

'Got it!' she cried triumphantly, pulling it out, and he gently lowered himself back down.

'Try and pass it,' he said, and Amy did try, but it was just impossible. The Doctor saw the danger of the screwdriver dropping into the pit, just like they would be, and stopped her.

'Try and flick the switch.'

'This one?'

'Yes, that one. The only one.'

'Alright, no need to be snarky.' Amy Pond would take as long as she needed, thank you very much, raggedy Doctor or no raggedy Doctor. She flicked the switch and the screwdriver buzzed quietly, the green light shining towards the Doctor's manacles. He grasped the chain as the first cuff popped, and did the same with the other hand. He somehow, without killing himself, swung onto the side. Safe.

'Doctor!' Amy called, reminding him she was still hanging. He quickly fiddled with the controls, and the retractable floor slid once more over the pit. He walked over and she dropped the screwdriver, which he caught. Good reflexes, this one.

He quickly freed her, and caught her as she dropped. Once again, he had her in his arms.

'That was your fault,' she said, giving him a hard stare.

'I didn't mean to land the TARDIS on the holy shrine. And how was I to know they had such imaginative ways of execution?' She just looked at him. 'Ok, so it was my fault. But we should get going,' He let her go, reluctantly. He was the kind of man who liked to be close to someone, he found out.

He didn't mind not being able to sleep.

Before, in his previous body, he had hated nights. His companions had gone to sleep, and he had to wait until the morning. All the excitement and adventure was put on hold, and he was chafing at the bit by the morning. He was anxious to move, never happy in one place, not 'domestic'.

As he lay in the stone cell, he stared through the open ceiling to the stars above. There was the milky way, Amy's home galaxy, that small glitter in the distance. There was the small dark place which should have held the bright sun of his home planet. Gallifrey.

He didn't feel such an aching sense of loss and guilt about his home anymore. He had been a different man when he made the decision, three different men ago now. It's a lot of time, and he'd gotten over it. Of course, he still mourned, but the universe didn't seem like such an empty place anymore. He had earth, which in a sense was as much his home as Gallifrey was. He had all the planets to explore, and he had Amelia Pond. Amy.

It was a peculiar way of building a cell, he pondered, staring at the night sky. No ceilings. They'd be out in a jiffy once Amy woke up. Jiffy. Maybe not a word he should put in his permanent vocabulary. It was just his luck they'd managed to knock her out while capturing her. The escape he had planned was a two-man job, or a one girl-one time lord job, so he had to wait until she woke. It was something along the lines of her being hoisted over the wall by a certain strong, sexy Time Lord, and then running beck to the TARDIS to fetch the grappling hook. The cover of night would last until morning- their planet's revolution around their main sequence star was such that their year was shorter than their day. He'd tried to explain this to Amy, but all she could say was that Christmas would be everyday. Honestly, the wonder of physics pushed aside for a wisecrack about presents.

It was a cold planet- maybe a few degrees less than earth, and the open ceiling made the cell draughty. In her unconscious state, Amy's body had sought out the strongest source of heat in the cell; him. She lay curled up against him, her head on his shoulder, and he enjoyed the moment while it lasted, playing with her (enviously) ginger hair. In her sleep, she looked more like the little girl he'd known, the little Scottish girl who was so brave, and yet so scared of the crack in her wall. When she woke up there would be a fuss, but for now he was content to feel her single heart beat in a strange rhythm with his two. Two new hearts. Ready for new loves. He could feel the old pain for Rose, but he was a new man.

Amy snuffled in her sleep- even her snores sounded slightly Scottish, ore maybe he heard that because he expected to. He smiled, first at her tranquil face. He was a relaxed man, quite happy contemplating mysteries of the universe in that time humans used for sleep, such as paradoxes, the time vortex, and the human girl who lay against him who had completely managed to steal both his hearts. Not that he'd tell her.

A new man. That's what he was. Different cloth, different pattern, different colour. And he was free.

A/N: From the first episode. Please review. On another note, my friend and I are doing a 6 county bike ride for a charity called Ovacome, for Ovarian cancer. My friend's aunt recently died from the cancer, and she wishes to repay the charity for the support they gave her family. If you wish to donate, go to: .com/alice-megan-6-county-tour

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