I'm sort of wondering if you guys are tired of me yet. Well, here it is. This is supposed to be set after beast below, because I really don't think he gave her a lot of time to do anything in between. Hope it isn't too vague. I like it, anyway. So, what this is, is I'm going in between every episode and jus showing the things I think they missed. Please review for suggestions! Oh, this is mostly romance between 11 and amy, so if you're not into that, you may not like this. Also, expect a lot of angst, because I feel like they're really…tragic together. Enjoy!
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When he had waved his hand at her, she thought it best to leave him alone to work. She was beginning to realize that sometimes he just needed work to bring him back down to his normal level… whatever that normal was. She was thankful for the time alone, however, as she had yet time to explore the depths of her new home. The first door she came to was a light blue wood door, with a pink knob. She stared at it for a moment before opening it slowly and taking a careful step in.
She tripped over a stuffed elephant.
She eventually found the light switch, and gasped when the large room was lit.
She would have to eventually ask him why in the world he had a room just for stuffed animals.
(She does, and he just brushes if off with the answer of, "It's the TARDIS' room, not mine.")
And so she explores, until she wonders if the doctor has actually realized she's gone. A door at the end of the hall catches her eyes then. A door that wasn't actually there before. Smiling, she simply walks in, long past the hesitation.
Her breath hitches.
It's dark, the only light being the flickering fireplace at the end of the room. The room is filled with books, like a giant library. There's a small bed, but it too is covered in paperwork. Everything is just…old.
She knows then it's his room.
Some things stand out. There's a woman's shirt neatly folded on the desk, and she feels a pang of jealously. His broken screwdriver is laid carefully on the mantle of the fireplace, and she smiles. There are other things, things she can't place. Not his.
She sees the apple, and she picks it up slowly. She stares at it for a few seconds before grasping it roughly.
She shouldn't be in here. She feels as if she's trespassed.
She begins to back up slowly, to leave, to never enter this room again, when something flickers on the ceiling.
She looks up.
Suddenly, the ceiling explodes with color. She feels as if she's in an observatory, as she can see every star the in the universe. Moons, planets, galaxies, all laid out for her, like a map. It almost mocks her.
Can you find your way home?
She suddenly feels overwhelmed, and she shakes her head to answer the question it seems to ask her.
How can she come back from this?
In the control room, he stares at the monitor, concern hidden in his eyes. He had been working on it when the screen flickered to life. He had tapped it a few times to make sure he wasn't seeing things.
His blasted machine is showing him what he really doesn't want to see.
She's in his room.
He starts moving towards the stairs, about to yell for her, to get her out, when he realizes.
The TARDIS only shows his room to him… the door only appears for him.
Well, him and…
He squints at the screen, then glances up at the ceiling. His eyes flicker back and forth for a few seconds before he jumps up.
"Oh no! You are not playing match maker." He pauses, "Again."
His machine laughs at him.
He glares at the walls, "Why?" He mumbles.
He doesn't really need an answer.
He glances at the screen again before rubbing the back of his neck.
What in the world has he gotten himself into this time?