Title: Hair Care
Characters: Amy, Eleven.
Authors: Laura545, JLW, Kirrithian, Taylor Grace, SonicTeamCE, Voldy's Worst Nightmare, LyricsArePoetry
Author's Note: All these drabbles are written by members of the TARDIS forum (which is awesome for challenges and discussions - interested? Follow the link on the author profile) and these are all part of the Five Word game we're playing where each poster can only post five words of the story for 50 forum posts.
The Doctor had to admit this was a bad idea but he couldn't stop now. He had to keep going, otherwise he was certainly doomed. Definitely, certainly, very, very doomed. Doom, doom, doom, doom, doomed. Altogether very doomed. So, he checked his bowtie before running away still holding Amy's hair-straighteners. She spent far too long doing her hair when there were far more important things to be do! For example, they were supposed to be going to kick some alien butts but no. Amy had to run out for more shampoo. And that's how the Doctor had come to decide that enough was enough. He hoped this plan would mean Amy got used to not having endless, pointless hair routines. He opened the door to the room he called his own and slammed the door shut and searched his room for a place to hide Amy's items that he'd skilfully stolen.
"Oi!" Amy's Scottish accent made him jump. He froze before turning slowly to face the annoyed Scot. He smiled sheepishly.
"Yes, Pond?" he asked carefully.
"What d'you think you're doing?"
The Doctor hid the straighteners. "Nothing," he replied, smiling sweetly.
Amy raised an eyebrow suspiciously. The Doctor kept smiling innocently.
"What's that behind your back?"
He showed one empty hand.
"And the other hand, Doctor."
He swapped hands, one still hanging onto his prize, but Amy wasn't stupid enough to believe the old trick so putting her hands on her hips she asked him again, "Give me back my straighteners."