Human-y Wuman-y
A/N: So this series, is going to be based around a chart that I saw on tumblr (I'll leave a link at the end) which has a list of emotions and someone saying that they had done something like this basing fics around the emotions, so I, to get back in the swing of writing fanfiction, am stealing that idea because it is sort of brilliant. I'll be using the Doctor and the Ponds for all of them, for no particular reason, they're just my favourite, I imagine this set sometime after Asylum, but before Dinosaurs so, onwards, enjoy!
Disclaimer: I still don't own Doctor Who, it's very sad, but I am trying to work through it.
Ecstasy
1. Rapturous delight.
2. An overpowering emotion or exaltation; a state of sudden, intense feeling.
3. The frenzy of poetic inspiration.
4. Mental transport or rapture from the contemplation of divine things.
Amy clapped her hands together, surveying her handiwork.
"What do you think," she asked, turning to Rory who was standing beside her. Rory wrinkled his nose and gave a faint thumbs up.
"You're ridiculous," Amy informed him.
"How long is it going to smell like this?"
"It's paint. Rory. Maybe a day I don't know, but what do you think of the colour?"
"It's great Amy." In all honesty he couldn't tell the difference between the current colour and the previous colour. Though, he had a feeling that saying this may incur the wrath of Amelia Williams, which was not something he wanted to do. Ever.
"What? You don't like it?" Amy asked
"No–" Rory was cut off by a familiar 'vwooping' noise. The Doctor never was very good at timing things correctly, but this time he had most definitely saved Rory from any further discussion of paint. It wasn't long after when there was a knock at the door.
"Y'know," said Amy, any argument that may have been brewing forgotten "We really should tell him he can just come in."
"Yeah, and what if we're not home, do you really want him here, alone?" Rory asked as they made their way to the door.
"Oh come on, how much damage could he do?"
"He's the Doctor, things escalate quickly with him." Amy pulled open the door, and sure enough, the tall skinny man clad in tweed and a bowtie was standing on their doorstep.
"Doctor!" Amy said engulfing him in a hug, "Long time, no see, where've you been?"
"Well, " he said as she relinquished him, "Went to Alfava Metraxis again, no Angels this time, just Aplans, then I went to eighteenth century Paris, met up with your daughter turns out there was a rather angry Sycorax there, luckily they didn't recongnise me, or they hadn't met me yet, not really sure, and –"
"Oh shut up," Amy said laughing interrupting his rapid fire stream of information, and hitting him softly on the arm.
"How are you Ponds?" The Doctor asked stepping inside, as Amy shut the behind him.
"Good, I've been painting all day, see?" She said pointing to her shirt which was indeed covered in paint.
"So if you're wondering what the toxic fumes are," Rory said
"Don't whine Rory," Amy said, "You don't even notice it after a few minutes."
"I can still notice it, can you notice it?" he asked the Doctor.
"Yes… Yes...?" he said noticing the look Amy was giving him.
"You two get hung up over the weirdest things. I swear I only keep you two around because I'm nostalgic."
"That's… so sweet Amy," Rory said.
"Well you know," she said shrugging and sitting down on the couch. Rory sat down beside her. The Doctor, however, hopped over the back of the couch and flopped down on the other side of Amy.
"Hey," Amy said sternly pointing a finger at him, "Don't do that, you'll hurt yourself."
"Amy Pond," he tapped her nose, "I am a Time Lord, I wouldn't injure myself on a silly human couch."
"Really," Amy said disbelievingly, "Funny, because I heard that you almost broke your leg trying to jump up the stairs."
The Doctor looked at her with disgust.
Amy snorted, "River told me."
"Yes, well," said the Doctor straightening his bowtie, "Yes, well, I wouldn't believe everything she tells you." Amy tired to keep her laughter to a minimum for his sake.
"Whatever you say." She said leaning backwards and closing her eyes.
"It smells so awful in here," Rory said putting his face in his hands, as if somehow that would drown the smell.
"Well you can go on walk," Amy said in her best I-shall-not-suffer-fools-gladly voice.
"Or," said the Doctor, "You could anywhere, time machine right outside. What do you say Ponds? Past, future, or we could go to a different planet…?"
"We should…" Amy said, "We should…" She paused again, "Boys," she said suddenly sounding excited placing a hand on each of their knees, "Let's go on a picnic!"
"What?" The Doctor and Rory said at the same time, turning around to face the ginger, who had an endearing and yet simultaneously frightening look of ecstasy on her face.
"Please," Amy said, grabbing the Doctor's hand, "please, it will be so much fun and then afterwards we can do whatever you want I promise." She used her other hand to clasp Rory's "And we won't have to be in the house, so you won't have to smell the paint."
"I offer you all of time and space and you want to go on a picnic," the Doctor said, rolling his eyes.
"Yeah," Amy said, "I'll go get the food, and be out in ten minutes." She got up and made her way to the kitchen leaving the Doctor and Rory in her wake.
"Did I agree to this?" The Doctor asked turning to Rory.
"Nope, but Amy's decided that this is what she wants to do and it'd take a lot more than you or I to stop her."
"Picnic," the Doctor mumbled folding his arms. The two men waited in silence for Amy to return. A few minutes later she reappeared carrying a basket filled with food.
"Come on," she said so excitedly that even the Doctor, who had no interest in doing anything as mundane and well, human as going on a picnic, was infected by her sheer joy.
"This is fun," she told the Doctor and Rory as they walked outside.
"Fun," the Doctor agreed slinging his arm around her and Rory's neck, as the threesome walked down the street.
"Here," Amy said as they reached a completely deserted park. The Doctor removed his arms from Amy and Rory. Taking advantage of this fact, Amy shoved a blanket in his arms and ordered him to set it up."
"Yes Ma'am," The Doctor said saluting her. Amy handed the basket to Rory.
"You can be in charge of food."
"What are you in charge of?" Rory asked.
"Being in charge ," Amy informed him. Neither of them could really argue with this, so they continued with the tasks she had assigned to them, and in next to no time, they were ready.
"Are you having fun yet?" Amy asked her boys as they took a seat on the blanket the Doctor had laid out.
"Yes," Rory said leaning over to kiss her on the cheek.
"Yes," the Doctor said laying down on the blanket. "You look pleased with yourself Pond," commented.
"I'm just happy."
"Why?"
"Because," Amy said "You're here," she tapped Rory's shoulder, "And you're here," she said brushing the Doctor's hair out of his face.
"I thought you only kept us around out of nostalgia," Rory said grinning at his wife.
"Well, nostalgia, and you make me happy."
"The way you're grinning, seems like happy is not near a strong enough word for it."
"True, being with my boys makes me positively… ecstatic."
A/N: So my beautiful readers, let me know what you think in the reviews, because reviews are the Doctor and the Ponds together and happy. I know this is totally random and fluffy and plot-less but the prompt was 'ecstasy' so how's a girl supposed to resist? I promise the next one will have a little more substance. And here's the link to the tumblr post, so if any of you lovely people have thoughts for what I could do in future stories let me know post/52829253542/lumalovesally-writeworld-robert-p lutchik
All my love,
Emma xx