Hey guys :p Am supposed to be doing maths homework-two whole exercises DX kill me now! But decided it would be MUCH more fun to write a story for you guys (and me, of course, but you guys are far more important :p).

I don't own Doctor Who or anything related to it-all property of the BBC (lucky so and sos! :[)

Sooo here goes...

(PS. all reviews appreciated)

The Doctor groaned and rolled over, he winced as his head seemed to explode and pain washed through his body. 'I just KNEW tequila shots weren't a good idea' he muttered. He had just clambered out of bed and started searching for his clothes (which had strangely managed to scatter themselves in a most unattractive manner all over the floor) when he noticed something rather worrying. There was a flame red bra nestled on top of his shirt. The Doctor stared at it for a few minutes and then spun around as a voice came from the bed. A voice with a scottish accent. 'My HEAD, did no one THINK to stop me from drinking that last bit of vodka?' It was unmistakably Amy.

Eh oh, this can't be good...although surely there's a perfectly good explanation as to why Amy Pond (who is indeed married) is lying in my bed while several articles of her clothing are lying next to mine on the floor...a reason that I am unable to think of, actually. Well, I always loved surprises...

He coughed and managed to fnd his old dressing gown, which he proceeded to pull on. Realizing he was there, Amy sat up and pulled the duvet around her. 'You're not Rory!' She told him. 'Er, no. Last time I checked I was the Doctor...' he stood there watching her cautiously, not entirely sure what to do with himself. 'Yes, but Rory, oh God my HUSBAND Rory, is supposed to be in my bed...NOT YOU!' she glared at him. 'Um, my bed actually, and I do see why this is a bit of a problem...but I really don't know what you expect me to do.' he was trying to be rational now, although every cell in his body was demanding water. 'You can get the hell out of here for starters, and maybe, MAYBE, when I've had a shower, got dressed, had some coffee and some aspirin I will consider talking rationally about this.' the Doctor took this as his cue to leave and half ran out of the room.

The Doctor was sat in the control room, trying to stabilise something or other when Rory wandered in. The Doctor looked up and saw the troubled expression on Rory's face. He didn't say anything, but instead carried on tinkering with the TARDIS controls. After a few minutes and several meaningful sighs on Rory's part had passed, Rory spoke, 'Doctor, I was wondering if we could...talk about...something. Man to...er...man, I mean.' The Doctor could feel Rory watching him nervously, anxious for an answer. He looked up, 'Depends on the topic, Rory.' He smiled and gave Rory an expectant look. 'Yes, well, see, the thing is. Me and Amy are married and all...' He stopped, 'Yes Rory, I gather you are married, but I also gather that ISN'T what you wanted to talk about, as good as you are at stating the obvious, so come on, what is it?' Rory nodded nervously and carried on, 'Well, you've been around a bit, married more than once I reckon, and you know what married coupls are meant to do, what it's meant to be like...what's meant to happen...' he trailed off and looked down at his feet, blushing.

Oh dear, panic stations, red alert, I do believe he wants to talk about sex, I mean normally that's not a problem, but I think it's quite probable that the last sex I had was last night...with HIS wife, ok, so that's not actually confirmed as a FACT but it seems very likely. So this conversation isn't going to be at all awkward...

'Yes Rory, see, there's lots of thing married people DO, care to narrow it down a bit?' Rory opened his mouth to speak when in walked Amy. The Doctor dived back to the safety of his controls and Rory smiled at her weakly.