Title: Tweed Jackets and Short Skirts: An Eleven/Amy Collection.
Charaters/Pairings: 11th Doctor, Amy (various levels of shippiness)
Canon Placement: Post-End of Time
Disclaimer/Notes: Sadly, I don't own the Doctor, Amy, The TARDIS or anything else relating to Doctor Who
Summary: A collection of drabbles staring Eleven and Amy Pond. The first four stories were written for the drabble tag on the LJ comm: Eleven_Amy
Ginger
It wasn't fair. She was ginger. Why did she get to be ginger? Not only ginger, but blatantly so.
She flaunted it on purpose, he was sure. He'd just be standing there, minding his own business (well, maybe some other people's business as well) and suddenly there she'd be, in all her gingerness, glaring at him, her hands on her hips, her eyes blazing. He swore that half the reason her tellings-off were so effective was the hair.
Eleven lifetimes and he'd never gotten to be ginger, she'd got it in one go.