Author's Note: Just a short little something that came to mind while I was daydreaming about a sunny day; in total in Ireland we have had around four 'hot' days this summer! I'm getting tired of wearing my coat in July...

Disclaimer: I don't own, or am not affiliated in any way with Doctor Who.

Hell Hath No Fury

Amy was bored. She had just spent the day doing nothing more exciting than watching the Doctor perform repairs on the TARDIS, handing him various tools and making him numerous cups of tea; and she was determined to get revenge on him for it. Why? Because, he had promised her the day before a sunny beach on a distant planet where she could get enjoy much-needed rest and relaxation and get a tan, but of course he had decided that the TARDIS needed yet more repairs instead and they had to be done on that day. Seriously! Sometimes she wondered if the TARDIS really needed repairs when he said she did, or if he just fancied it a pastime. Whatever the case may be, she had been looking forward to a quick holiday. With the Doctor, no such luck.

And so it was that the Doctor spent the majority of the day with his head stuck under the TARDIS controls, humming softly to himself and more or less ignoring her apart from when he wanted something. Typical.

Finally he was done and he was forced to straighten up and face the moment he had been dreading all day. He had to look Amy Pond in the eye. He raised his head slowly and putting on his best 'I'm sorry' expression met her eyes. He was right. She did not look happy, not in the least.

Her green sundress was creased and crumpled and a pair of pink sunglasses were perched precariously on top of her fiery red hair. She had her hands on her hips and one flip-flop clad foot tapped a fast rhythm on the TARDIS grating. She frowned and the Doctor swallowed the lump in his throat, fingering his bowtie nervously.

Amy could be fierce at the best of times. It was one of the reasons that the Doctor liked her. But Amy annoyed was truly terrifying.

He began to open his mouth to speak hesitantly but she interrupted him.

"Doctor," she said in a deceptively low voice. "Are you done?"

He coughed nervously and clenched his hands together in front of him. " "Yes, I am!" he replied cheerily. "So, how's about we go to bed and get a good night's sleep so we can be ready for a brand new adventure tomorrow, eh? Because I'm so tired." He stepped around her carefully and began to make his way down from the control platform when he was blocked again by a whole pile of very indignant Amy Pond.

"Not so fast, mister! I have been nice about today, handing you tools, making you tea. But now I am hungry, and I'm not going to eat another one of those horrid frozen sandwiches from the TARDIS fridge. I want a proper cooked meal."

The Doctor drew a deep breath. "Amy know I can't coo-"

"Shut up. Dinner. Now." Amy replied and fixed him with a look that told him that he had absolutely no choice in the matter and poked him in the direction of the kitchen.

She picked up a magazine and sighed with pleasure as she sat on the couch. She smiled as she heard the Doctor muttering to himself as he walked down the TARDIS corridor towards the kitchen and added as an afterthought-

"And fish custard isn't an option!"

Hell hath no fury like Amy Pond denied a beach.

Ha ha evil Amy! Review please?