Ginger
by Firechild
Rated: G
Summary: The Doctor's mask breaks for a small moment. Just a quick drabble I had in my head. Early 11.

Every once in a while Amy would catch the Doctor staring off into space whenever she'd ask him a question. But then he had many looks. This however was one she could never quite figure out.

"Ginger, definitely ginger," said the Doctor outloud. It startled Amy out of her own reverie about her childhood friend.

"I'm sorry, what?" said Amy as she stepped up towards the main console of the TARDIS.

The Doctor smiled and looked up to her hair.

"The most important person in the universe was ginger, and I aspire to be like her." He quickly glided away, twisting knobs and flipping switches, starting their journey back through time, or maybe towards some new exotic planet.

Amy smiled and laughed as he flamboyantly ran around to the other side of the console, doing whatever he did to make the TARDIS do what he wanted.

"Must have been really important then yeah? If you want to be like her."

Eleven grinned widely. "Oh Amy. She was quite brillant. Even the stars sung her name."

Amy laughed. "What is it with you and women? Always on about some girl or another."

The Doctor laughed. "Not just any girls. Only the unimportant ones. The ones who go unnoticed. The ones who don't mind a stranger dropping out of the sky in a burning box and eat fish fingers & custard in their kitchens."

He sighed softly. "Or those who's trust you had to break to save them."

He turned to Amy and shook his head. "But the past is past. Come along Pond, let's go see the Moon of Posh!" He pulled down the main lever of the dashboard, which made the TARDIS lurch forward. They were off on some new adventure.