A/N: Dear Reader, I am only a recent Doctor Who viewer. How recent? I watched most of the series with Donna Noble as the companion and the latest one with the 11th Doctor. Therefore, my knowledge of the Who universe is shockingly limited. However, my head tends to get filled with these rather silly stories (maybe there is a crack in my bedroom wall?) and they need to get out. This is the result. I hope you like it.

Oh and - Doctor Who blah blah blah isn't mine but my mind is (most of the time anyway).

Dream a Little Dream of Me

Stars shining bright above you…

By now, Amy, and Rory as well, had become used to the Doctor's hyperactive fiddling with the controls of the TARDIS.

However, Rory suspected that the reason why so many seemingly random motions were involved in operating the TARDIS was more because the Doctor didn't really know what all the buttons, levers and controls did. Most of the time, getting everything right seemed just a matter of pure dumb luck.

Then again, Rory thought, the Doctor seemed to have an infinite supply of that. Or maybe, perhaps maybe, there was a method to his manic behaviour and Rory was just too ape brained to see it. Whatever it was, he'd become used to the Doctor's rambling and ranting ways. And his occasional gleeful shouting.

The Doctor sometimes reminded him of his grandfather. As Amy told him, the Doctor was ancient by human standards of time so the comparison wasn't that bad. Plus Rory had loved his grandfather. And he was quite fond of the Doctor.

Yet, the fact that the Doctor looked a lot younger than Rory was still a bit of a mind boggle. And that he passed as a reasonably attractive human male still worried him a bit.

Truth be told, he was more worried about Amy than the Doctor, as the latter seemed to be rather unaware of how attractive he was, though he displayed some vanity sometimes. Amy, however, was a different story.

"Rory, can you pull the red knob over there?" the Doctor instructed him. The last of the Gallifreyans was typing some coordinates into the TARDIS with one hand while the other was busy pushing buttons.

Rory did as instructed. He was sure that if he'd had the time to look at the TARDIS's operating manual – which Amy told him had been burned supernova style – he'd be able to understand all the controls. The Doctor had been relying on Rory's help more and more often 'driving' the TARDIS, that the man had a vague idea what some of the controls did.

He still wasn't too sure about the physics of the whole time and space travel thing. He wished he'd paid more attention to the books and articles he'd read after the whole Prisoner Zero event. He knew that the TARDIS's inside was a whole different dimension, though fully understanding the concept gave him a mild headache, so he avoided over thinking it. The Doctor had advised the same.

All he was sure of was that whenever the TARDIS landed and they stepped out of the doors, there was always something and somewhen different outside. And he couldn't say that he didn't find a little thrill in that.

Rory looked over to where Amy, his now wife, was calmly waiting for bright pink nail polish to dry.

Amy, his wife. Every time he thought of this, he felt a warmth spread inside of him and a goofy smile across his face. She looked up and smiled at him, which only made his smile goofier.

"Lady and gentle Rory, any second now we'll be touching down on the planet Leron – the bluest, iciest, most magically beautiful diamond winter planet resort in this region of space and time. I think you're going to like it very much."

The Doctor looked at them both, beaming his big child-like smile. About an hour ago, Amy expressed a desire for winter – particularly snow. Now, Rory had never been a big fan of snow. Snow usually meant cold and he hated being cold. But seeing the excitement – and insistence – on his wife's face at the prospect of winter and the Doctor's enthusiastic waxing on the planet Leron, he'd caved and now was almost as , if even more, excited as the other two to explore this whole new world.

"And with time travel being such a convenience – some of the time, anyway – I've managed to make a back reservation for today," the Doctor continued proudly, turning around to put on a big winter coat.

Amy had been digging around in the massive wardrobe to find appropriate winter clothes. When she'd come back with jumpers, coats, mittens, thermal underwear, wooly hats and a multi-colored woolen scarf, the Doctor had immediately grabbed the item of clothing and exclaimed "There you are, I've been looking for you! I knew I had a spare somewhere…" He'd been operating the TARDIS wearing that thing around his neck for the past hour, even though he had expressed earlier that he didn't really need winter clothes on account of his anatomy.

One of these days, Rory was going to ask the Doctor more about his anatomy. Purely out of medical and scientific interest, of course.

The TARDIS made that strange breathing noise, which told Rory that they were there. He suspected that the TARDIS shouldn't be making the noise, but the Doctor seemed to be childishly fond of it, so he never really asked.

They all finished dressing, the read out on the TARDIS's monitor saying it would be below freezing outside. They looked a little ridiculous – everything seemed a bit mismatched – but Rory thought that Amy was pulling off the bright red tights, the orange coat, the almost neon green cap and mittens.

The Doctor ran excitedly towards the doors, turned and grinned at Rory and Amy.

"Ponds, welcome to Leron!"

"Huh."

The Doctor's rather confused face made Rory certain that the voice he'd just heard didn't belong to anyone who'd been on the TARDIS a second before.

He and Amy turned to look at the source of the sound and were very surprised to see a fourth person in the TARDIS, looking just as confused as they felt.

"You…" the Doctor said, and Rory and Amy turned towards him.

He looked rather shocked. The Doctor took a step towards them – towards the stranger.

"How can you be here?"

tbc