Hi guys, here's a new fic :) Written with random prompts. Thank you DoctorMerliena-FezzesAreCool for being my lovely beta. Thanks sweetie! Enjoy the fic :3

[sedatephobia]
They sit in the console room. They're leaning against each other, a single blanket shared between the two, because it's no good to sip hot cocoa alone, and because it's cold, and because they're always running from something, and today they just want to stay- and probably the best reason they could give was it was hard to watch someone die, even if you're the Doctor and seen it countless times, even if you've only just met the person, even if it's not your fault (but feels like it is).
They can't seem to weave words together this time, though- they're both afraid of silence and loneliness, and at the same time they're enjoying the company they've given to each other.
So they just continue to sip their cocoa, and he's thinking of what he's lost, and she's thinking of what she's gained.

[specks]
She searches his eyes for anything- anything that she could pick up as an I love you or an I care, but instead she gets an intense wave of emotion, and she can't take it so she doesn't look for signs and instead memorizes each fleck of color in his eyes, and she can't look away until he gets up and tells her to go to bed, because it's been a long day, and because he's tired of looking into her soul, and he thinks he's fallen in love with her eyes.
He feels as if he had gotten lost in a maze named Amy Pond, and couldn't find his way out.
She stands up and streches, and hugs him goodnight.
He realizes there's absolutely no way out.

[exceptions]
"It's not fair, you know. It's not fair what happened to them."
"Is anything fair anymore?"
"You're fair. You would've saved them if you could."
"I couldn't."
"I know."
And then she hugged him tight.

[cinema]
She brings him to her favorite movie theater, it's just near Leadworth, but not too close or else she wouldn't want to bring him there at all.
He buys her popcorn, and since it's 1997, they watch the film Titanic.
She cries as the ship sinks, places her head on his shoulder and asks for a fresh Kleenex.

[tweed jacket]
They arrive on the planet Elenègis. "It's cold," she complains.
"It's cold every day of the year." He skips ahead, ready for adventure and fun and mystery, and he stops abruptly because he doesn't hear footsteps behind him. He looks back.
"Well, I don't like it," she huffs, her breath forming clouds of fog in the air.
"Now, now, Pond, don't get all grumpy about it!"
And so he takes off his tweed jacket, and puts it around her arms.
It smells like him.
He looks at her for a long moment, and she swears he's going to kiss her.
But he doesn't.

[we're all stories in the end]
She finds the library, and is utterly disappointed at the lack of interesting books in it- the biographies and autobiographies, seemingly untouched for centuries, are too dull to her. She's lived a more exciting life than the people in those stories, and she's surprised they'd even want to write about their lives or write about someone else's life if they were boring. Her life was exciting. She lived in a time machine with a crazy, nine-hundred-and-seven year old alien, and yet nobody wanted to write a story about her.
But she kept on looking, running her hands along the spines of the books, some old and some new, and she kept going until she found something different, something exciting. She pulled out the book, and as she did, she gasped at its weight.
And then she looked inside, and she tried to memorize every page in the beautiful collection of memories.
She came back every day for a week.

[reminisce]
"Where did you find that?"
"The library," she says simply.
And he explains every single entry to her, and she's smiling as he recounts everything that's ever happened to him, laughing and crying as she realizes just how much he's been through.

[ablepsia]
She looks out at the vast ocean before her- she wanted to jump in with him, and she wanted to count the number of fish, and he would tell her their names and origins and history, and she would tell him to shut up and enjoy the moment. And he would laugh. That stupid, adorable laugh. And she would melt and he would be oblivious to everything, just like he always was and always would be.

[wishes]
They lay a picnic blanket on the sandy coast, and he thinks. He's always thinking, always hoping- and as they lay next to each other and their fingers entwine, he wonders if she's seen it too, if she feels it too- he's feeling it now and so he hopes she can read minds, he hopes she can read hearts.
He swears he saw a shooting star.

So, yeah :P
Hoped you liked it, please review! I might add some more chapters, depending on the interest for this fic.
xx Bianca