A/N I know, this is my second story with Amy asking the Doctor about Rose (albeit subtly in here). But 11/Rose is my OTP. Deal with it. Criticism is always welcome, but please, no flames. Keep in mind that reviews keep me alive and happy. You wouldn't want me to die from a lack of reviews and then get no more fanfiction! *winks*
"Doctor," said Amy one day when they were lounging in the console room, "I've noticed something."
"You notice lots of things. What is it this time?" he replied.
"The wallpaper."
"What about it, Pond?"
"In the kitchen, it's wolves. In the library, it's roses. In your room, it's both."
The Doctor sat up indignantly from where he was tinkering with something on the jump seat. "When have you been in my room?"
"When I came on the TARDIS. I was wandering around. Why?"
"Why what?"
"Why is the wallpaper always wolves and roses? Because I've noticed it other places too."
"Does there have to be a reason?"
Amy looked at him.
"Fine. Okay, maybe I just really like wolves and roses!" Because they remind me of her, he thought.
After a small staring contest, Amy relented. "Okay. I'll believe that for now. But not in the long term, okay, Doctor?"
"Yeah, all right, Pond," he replied, his eyes getting that far off look she recognized from she had asked him about his past.
"Okay, um, bye then," said Amy. She waited a few seconds for a reply, and then left once she realized he hadn't heard her.
The Doctor sagged in his chair. Soon enough, he thought, she'd find the door with Bad Wolf written on it. It'll be locked, and she'll try to persuade the TARDIS to open it. She won't, of course. And then she'll find the mugs half-hidden in the back of the cupboard that say His and Hers. She'll wonder, and ask me again. I might even tell her the truth one day.
As he lost himself in remembering, the Doctor smiled.