Author Note: Hey all. My first ever Doctor who fanfic, but considering my obsession with the show, probably not the last! This is intended to be the first out of 3 parts. It's based just after 'The Doctor's Wife' episode 4 of the current season, so spoilers for that and possibly any earlier episodes.

Disclaimer: I don't own Doctor who or profit from it in any way, I however wouldn't mind owning Matt Smith for an afternoon ;-)

"Doctor, do you have a room?"

It wasn't strange that he didn't answer Rory, the Doctor rarely answers personal questions. Even so Amy did have to wonder at Rory's mutter of, "Typical!" as they walked away from the silent TimeLord. Amy grabbed hold of his hand and pulled Rory forward down the corridors of the TARDIS, her earlier fear and pain hidden below her current child-like excitement. "Come on, slowpoke!" Despite her eagerness to run off and find their new room, she wouldn't release his hand, she didn't want to lose him again.

Amy flung open each door she reached as she had turned onto a corridor she just knew was the right one. She was imagining how this new room would or could look! The last one was fantastic but she was certain the doctor, or she supposed it was the TARDIS really, would outdo it this time.

"Rory? Come on, what's up?"

"Just thinking, I guess." He did seem lost in his own thoughts.

"About what 'House' did?"

He looked up, straight into Amy's eyes, she shifted uncomfortably and he sighed.

"Yeah I'm thinking about that, what had he made you see when I found you crying, you were distraught."

She seemed to consider answering him for a moment and then she kissed him softly and sincerely, and said again, but more gently this time, "Come on."

Amy was thinking to herself that the last thing she wanted to do right now was to have a deep conversation about her deepest fears, what she wanted to do was to find their room so that she could sleep. She opened another door to find a perfect replica of her room from home when she was 8 years old, she paused for a moment before closing the door again, 'No' she thought to herself, 'that was what I was running from.'

As she opened the next door she sighed, it was the honeymoon suite, she chuckled under her breath slightly, turned and blocked Rory's view of the room. "Do you remember when I said to you that this was a time-machine and so it could be the night before our wedding for as long as we wanted?"

He nodded mutely, looking anxious, trying to figure out where this was going.

"Well, I was wrong." Amy paused to let her husband recover from the rarity of such a statement, "But there is another night that we can live over and over for a long time." Another quick pause, and then, "Oh and the Doctor figured out why we didn't want bunk beds." She stepped aside and let him enter.

Later, Amy awoke and realised she was alone, Rory had left a scribbled note saying he couldn't sleep and had gone to chat to the doctor. The two of them seemed to have gotten closer lately, she wondered vaguely what had caused it, but so much happened so quickly in the TARDIS that it was hard to keep track, even when it happened to you! Whatever it was she was glad. There had always been a base rivalry between them, they didn't seem to understand that she loved them both very much, just in completely different ways. Amy wondered what they talked about when she wasn't around, and in wondering this she thought back to Rory's earlier question; does the Doctor have a room? If he does what must it look like?

Maybe it's like his childhood bedroom, he never talks about home, today was probably the closest he has ever gotten, he was so excited at the thought of other timelords... Maybe his room just looks like his home planet, Galifrey. I wonder what it looked like... Amy drifted back off to sleep dreaming of potential alien worlds that could have spawned her raggedy doctor.