1 – In which the Doctor and the Ponds heat up a little...

5th November, 1605:

"Amy, RUN!"
"I don't know if you noticed, Doctor, but it's kinda hard to run when there's smoke in yer face!"
The Doctor pulled up short, Amy slamming into his back. He slowly turned to face her.
"Did you say 'smoke'?"
"Well, yeah. What did you think this was – a sauna?"
"It's getting worse."
Rory coughed and spluttered as the smoke grew thicker in the corridor. The Doctor hauled the Ponds towards the exit, just as an inferno sparked into life. Behind them, the walls glowed orange; ahead, a dull ochre. The heat beyond the door was unbearable – there was no way they would be able to pass without being injured.
This was it. The Last of the Time Lords and his two companions, destined to die in the cellar of the House of Lords. A fitting end, perhaps, if history weren't being so violently tampered with.
The Doctor closed his eyes...

"Sweetie, you can open your eyes now."
"River! What the hell are you doing?"
"Saving you. Again." She tapped something out on the keyboard. "And now I've just reset the 5th November... can't have James I dying, can we?"
"I had it all under control!" The Doctor danced around the TARDIS console, pausing only momentarily to glare at River through his fringe. She smirked at him and turned to Amy.
"Mummy dearest, I do hope he hasn't caused any lasting damage."
Amy laughed and gestured towards Rory, who was curled in a ball by the railings. Having lived through the London Blitz as a plastic centurion, Rory had had more than enough experience with fire.
"I think Mr Roman here's more damaged than I am, River."
"And that coming from someone who lived in the Pandorica for 2000 years."
"Yep. Rory, you do realise you can't melt now?"
Rory peeked out from under his arm, straightening up when he realised they weren't underground any more.
"Yeah... I know."
"Good. Come on, let's get some dinner. I can't promise I won't burn it though."
She chuckled at her own joke, the Doctor joining in too late to have heard it.
"River, keep an eye on him."
"Of course."
"See you, Doctor."
"See you, Ponds."

Amelia Pond and Rory Williams headed out into the dark night air, gasping in admiration as neighbours' fireworks exploded over their heads. For once, they finally grasped the enormity of what the holiday celebrated: the failure of the Gunpowder Treason Plot, and more.
This was a celebration of their survival.

AN: Hope you enjoyed this first chapter - the next one will up in a week or so :) Please don't be afraid to review, I need all the feedback I can get :)
~SlytherinQueen18