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Situated in the corner of the tardis, a radio was balancing precautiously on the console, 'Shake it out' blaring out of it's speakers.
A ginger and a man in tweed were dancing, as people did, both falling over each other's feet in a bid to keep in time, ending in a shambled routine of mistakes.
"How many times Pond. Left foot, right."
"Oi! You're the one who's telling me wrong!"

Another spin, and she manages to keep upright, the grin still on her face.
"So then Amelia. Where is that husband of yours?" The man questioned, feet shuffling over the surface in his clumsy mismatched way.

"He's at work doctor." Amy sighed, having to constantly remind him. Of course, she knew he was old, but for a 'space gandalf' as he affectionately dubbed himself, he could certainly dance.

Just not very well.

"Oh yeah. You mentioned something about that."
A clatter of limbs and bums graced the tardis console, as Amy fell, pulling the doctor with her.

"That was your fault." He sighed, extending a hand to help her up.

"You were moving too fast."
"excuses, excuses."

She loved their playful banter, and the times where they managed to be alone.
She loved her husband with all her heart. Sacrificing everything and anything for him, but it was nice, sometimes, for just the two to be together, enjoying the company.

"Tell you what Pond, if you're up for a bit of grooving, get dressed, we're going somewhere." The doctors words rebounded off the walls, as he pushed in the general direction of the door.

"who says 'grooving' anymore?!" She yelled to him, as she was being bundled out of the room.
He supposed, he himself, should really make an effort.
You can't go to the biggest ball in space and not make one, really.

It must have been an hour or so, before Amy emerged. He threw on a black bowtie, a white suit. Not too much. He had a reputation to uphold, didn't he?

"Right Amelia, come on then." He finally looked up at her, and though, he hated being cliché, she really did look astoundingly beautiful. No lie.

Her side layers were pinned to the back of her head, leaving only the longer sections of the fire that was her hair. A black dress clung to her (reminder to self: Doctor, never used the word clung again) The tail, if it could be dubbed as that, trailing behind her.
It took a considerable effort to close his mouth, as he returned to the console.
"Not even a blush. My, my. You're improving." The ginger winked in his direction, before frowning. "So where are we going anyway? You never told me.." She paused, her thoughts running away with her when she noticed his face.

"That is a blush! Look at you!" She nudged him playfully in the ribs, gripping hold of the tardis until it materialized.
"This better be good." She threw a grin back in his direction, jogging up to the door, the doctor of course, right behind her.

"Do you like it Amelia?" He questioned from over shoulder.
There were no words from the woman, as she quietly crept out, as if scared the ground would crumble out from under her.

The only way to explain the situation, was the fact that there were species of all sorts and kinds. Silurians to autons. Both, she didn't have too fond memories with.

She carried on her stance, almost moving at a crawling place, before spinning back to the doctor with such a contrast it nearly knocked him over.

"What is this?"

"This, Amelia Pond, is nothing more than the biggest dance in space!"

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