Okay, this is just something I wrote really quickly and am putting up in celebration of 1.) Thanksgiving and 2.) 1000 visitors to my stories! WHOO! So excited. No relation to either of those two facts, and just a quick one shot, because I'm working on another story (my Discworld/Doctor Who cross over) and this really was just a celebratory thing…
DISCLAIMER: I do not own The Doctor, Amy, Rory, or anything else Doctor Who related. Although I do have a sonic screwdriver.
"I've lost people, oh so many people. Amy Pond, I don't want you to be one of them." The Doctor said, taking her hands in his.
She pulled a hand away and cupped his cheek, "Oh my Doctor, my, poor, poor Doctor. I'm not leaving you."
"Amy, Rory's gone."
"Doctor, I know."
"I don't want you to die of starvation!" He cried, standing up suddenly.
Amy sighed, "I don't think that'll happen. You won't let it happened."
He started pacing, glancing out the window. He turned to face her suddenly, "Amy Pond, I don't know what to do!"
She stood up next to him, "I'm sure you'll think of something."
"I can't leave you alone in this state, and you clearly can't leave!"
Amy sighed loudly and sat down on the couch, exasperated, "Doctor!"
"What?" he asked, drawn from his thoughts.
"Can you stop acting like I'm going to die?"
He looked confused, "What?"
"Doctor, it's just a craving! Rory will be back soon, anyway!"
He sat down next to her, sheepishly, "Right. I know that. But, what if you suddenly want something different?" He said, mildly pleased he found a flaw in her logic.
"Doctor," She sighed again, "Rory has a phone. You have a phone. We can call him, if that happens. Besides," She continued, suddenly angry, "We wouldn't have this problem if someone hadn't eaten all of them in the TARDIS!"
The Doctor suddenly resembled a puppy who had just been kicked, "But I like Fish Custard!"
Like I said, very short. Please Review! Yay! 1000 visitors! Thank you to all who have read this and my other stories! Yay! \_/) Cup of tea for everyone! Please review!