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Half-awake, Amy felt something-or someone-collapse near the end of her bed, jostling her. Cracking open an eye, she gave the Doctor the best glare she could muster, yanking the covers over her head. "Go 'way, I'm tired." Jumping when his body sprawled on top of her, the woman tried to shove him off, but he refused to budge. "Would you move, please? You aren't exactly light-weight, mister."
"Oi, I take offense to that!" the Doctor said, sounding wounded, still laying on his companion. "Besides, you're just as big as me, maybe a bit more thick around the middle." Avoiding the pillow that was aimed for his head, the Time Lord swiftly pinned Amy's hands to the bed, straddling her. "Feisty little minx today, eh? I'll remedy that!" Pouncing, he began tickling her mercilessly, not letting her escape by pressing against her, grinning madly. "Surrender, Pond?"
"N-never!" Amy gasped, fighting in vain to free herself. Laughing breathlessly, she somehow managed to push the Doctor aside, leap to her feet, and run into the corridor, sprinting toward the control room. Going to the side with her back to the TARDIS doors, the woman watched the Time Lord stalk her, doing her best to keep the central hub between them. Misjudging the distance, she yelped as he tackled her, sending them into the jumpseats, dazed. Recovering first, Amy bolted to the door, flinging it wide before he caught her.
"Want to play outside, do you?" the Doctor yelled, standing in the doorway, seeing his companion waving at him. "Fine by me! Here I come, Amy!" Making his way downhill, he soon reached her, ruffling her hair. Abruptly grabbing her around the waist, the Time Lord settled against a tree, bringing her onto his lap, chin on her shoulder. "So, how was that for a wake-up call?"
"Best I ever had, Doctor," Amy replied, turning her head to smile, resting her head on his chest, enjoying the fresh breeze that caressed them both.