So I recently got into Doctor Who (it's been approximately 1 month) and I've watched every single episode of the 2005 series (now I'm watching the old series) and I absolutely LOVE it. I've been reading a couple of fanfics, watching tons of fan vids (I made one myself) and I thought I should give a go with the fanfic writing.

Anyway, is it me, or is Owl City made for these two? (yeah it's probably just me). As my first Doctor Who story, I'm giving you a collection of Amy and Eleven one-shots/drabbles to all of Owl City's songs. I will most likely update this whenever I feel inspired.

Disclaimer: I do not own Doctor Who (or else I would be living in the UK…bummer…) or Owl City (he owns himself).

Air Traffic

Relax your back and let the noise sing you to sleep in my arms.

"I don't see why we're on an airplane when we have the TARDIS…"

"Afraid of planes, Pond?" the Doctor grinned puckishly nudging his companion with his elbow. Amy just scowled, folding her arms across her chest, slumping against her seat. She stared out the window; they weren't off the ground yet, much to Amy's relief. For some unfathomable reason, Amelia Pond was afraid of airplanes. Sure, she could dangle in space, or face of numerous deadly aliens each day, but planes? No, Amy couldn't stand planes. It was the lift off and landing that she didn't like. "You really are afraid of airplanes, aren't you?" Amy glanced up and stared into the Doctor's concerned eyes. Why must he look at her like that, with those stupid (yet incredibly adorable) lost puppy eyes?

Amy blinked, crossing her arms tighter across her chest. "No. Why would I be?" she denied, absentmindedly fiddling with her sweater. "I've floated in space before. How can an airplane frighten me?" Once again, Amy turned away to stare out the window, trying hard to ignore the Doctor, as his eyes bore into her. "What?" she snapped, turning to face him. She was twitching under his rather distracting gaze.

The Doctor held up his hand as if in mock surrender. "Nothing," he said simply.

"Doctor!" Amy whined childishly as the Doctor laughed.

The intercom dinged. "Passengers, please strap in your seat-belts, we will be leaving momentarily." Amy felt the sweat drip from her brow. She clutched her right arm tightly on the armrest to help calm her nerves.

"Amy." She looked up. He didn't say anything; he just gave her that look, the one that made her stomach flip, and the butterflies flutter rapidly. He held out his left hand. Amy looked down at it questionably before looking at his face. The Doctor gave her a reassuring smile before carefully prying her hand off the armrest, only to hold it instead. "Relax. It's going to be fine."

Amy nodded as the Doctor squeezed her hand gently. With her eyes closed the whole time, Amy clutched onto his hand as the plane took off into the air.

The Doctor's chuckle is what caught her attention. She opened one eye to stare at him. "What's so funny?"

He just smiled at her. "You don't have to keep your eyes shut the whole time…" Amy pouted before detaching her hand away from the Doctor's; it wasn't as if she needed to hold it. However, just as she was about to let go, the Doctor held a firm grip on it. "You could rest for a bit. We aren't getting there for awhile."

She smiled and held onto his hand. Leaning to rest her head on the Doctor's shoulder, Amy sighed with contentment shutting her eyes.

The silver beams are twirling and swirling throughout your dreams like air traffic streams.

Thanks for reading :) I haven't written in a while, (two months, holy moley!) so tell me what you think.

~Amanda