A/N: So this came to mind the night after watching Matt Smith's arrival on Doctor Who. Good on him! 3 The first 10 minutes, I'll admit, already had me laughing and have grown a liking to him. But he will never replace Ten - cause he shall always be my Doctor! I'll keep this short and let you get on with the story. Bare in mind this is my first published work but don't let that stop you from giving me constructive criticism. Its not my best work, I know that, but I did it all off the top of my head with no beta and am proud of it. I like that its rough. :3 Thanks!

As the Doctor adjusted to his new body, sliding his fingers across the new TARDIS console and fiddling through his hair with his other hand, Amy leaned herself against the ship's railing. The inside was beautiful, red lights flashing everywhere with a clean, new look on the TARDIS walls and flooring.

The Doctor screwed up his face in surprise as he took several steps back from the TARDIS console. "Oh, there was something I was supposed to do." He scratched through his hair now and again then looked at Amy questioningly. "You don't remember do you?"

"What?" Amy woke up from her daze suddenly. "You never told me anything."

The Doctor sighed. "Maybe it wasn't so important." He decided to leave it and go back to calibrating the TARDIS coordinates. "Looks like we're going to… Tokyo."

"Tokyo? Never been to Tokyo before." Amy said thoughtfully. "And the year?" She snickered with a one sided smile.

"8060." The Doctor said, suddenly jumping in anticipation. "Oh I love this year! Celebration of the year of the… Koboro, I think. Ships in the skies, fireworks banging everywhere and the food is just mol… mol." The Doctor stopped all of a sudden, flicking his tongue. Amy stared at him.

"Molto bene." The Doctor struggled to say, instantly shaking his head in disgust, but also disappointment. "Oh no, that sounds horrible! What's this regeneration gone and done to me." He began squishing and stretching his face with his hands making a different groan for each pull and tug.

"Regeneration?" Amy asked completely blown away by the Doctor's sudden reaction.

"Explain later." He replied quickly. "Oh I remember!" He suddenly sprinted over to the doors of the TARDIS, but instead of opening them he pushed a button to the right of the doors. A large wall mirror with golden framing slid into existence by the doors.

The Doctor stared at his reflection in the clear mirror. "Who's that then?"

"That's you." Amy answered confused, walking over to him seeing herself behind him in the reflection.

"No! No, can't be." He began stretching his cheeks again. Amy's eyes widened as the Doctor slid his hands lower down his torso. "I feel shorter. Am I short? I'm not short am I? Please tell me I'm not short – you don't have a measuring tape do you?"

Amy looked at him as if he'd just dribbled on his shirt.

"What?" He replied, turning around to face her.

"Dressing gown!"

"Oh yes, right." He sighed. "Could you get the yellow one from my coat pocket – over on the hat stand? Oh I love that coat." His small smile disappeared, replaced by a frown. "Oh hold on, never mind! Got one in here – what's a measuring tape doing in here then?" He asked himself wonderingly pulling a ratty, old measuring tape from his jacket pocket. He slide one end under his foot and stretched the other end a little over his height.

Amy ran over to assist. "Not that tall." She smiled sympathetically, grabbing the tape from his grip and lowering it to his head.

"How tall then?" He asked, excited as a child with a lollipop.

"5'8."

The Doctor stepped back in what looked like terror. "I'm 3 inches shorter!" He was hoping for a loud shout, as his previous regeneration had come to a liking, but only managed a high pitched squeal.

Amy giggled at his reaction. "You sound like a bloody girl." She ended up having to bend over in pain of the hilarity.

"Oi you, shush." The Doctor gave her a glare before readjusting himself in front of the mirror. "At least my hairs stayed – could be worse." He began to slide his hands through his hair again. "Mm new hair. Lovely!"

"You done playin' touchy feely?" Amy said wittily in slight shock.

"Darn, no more sideburns," He continued to ignore her remarks, just background noise. "Lost 3 inches." He sighed again.

"I bet you did." Amy raised her eyebrows suggestively.

"Oi I said shush," He spun around to her, finger to his lips. "Actually," He began. "You haven't asked –"

"It's bigger on the inside?"

The Doctor looked at her surprisingly. "Er, yeah."

"Eh. After years of being home alone with a crack in the wall of your own bedroom, a sixth room you never knew about and a childhood friend everyone doubted you existence of… you learn not to ask questions." She shrugged it off.

"Oh yeah… right." The Doctor said speechlessly.

The TARDIS began to shake vigorously, throwing both the Doctor and Amy to the floor.

"What was that?" Amy asked half in shock.

"No questions aye?"

The TARDIS shook again, this time it nearly turning upside down.

"Well?" Amy stared at him standing above her. He offered her a hand up.

"Looks like," He began, looking around him, right to left. "We're crashing."

Amy accepted his hand up. "We better do something about that then."

"We better." He said calmly pulling her along to the TARDIS console.

"What's that word you said earlier?" Amy leant into the console, taking as good a grip as she could get.

"Geronimo?"

"That's the word."

Their grins reached end to end, looking into each others eyes before they shouted, "Geronimo!"