I just watched 'The Hungry Earth'. I was inspired by the Doctor's line, and I wrote this little story. I guess I'm back to the short Doctor Who oneshots.
Every Other Day –
The Doctor rolled his shoulder forward, trying to adjust his suspender's strap. They always seemed to be falling off nowadays. If they weren't falling off, then that elusive ginger was pulling them down. Why did she always want him to be undressed? He smiled to himself. It was a rhetorical question, he knew why she wanted him undressed, and it was the same reason he wanted her undressed.
It had started innocently enough. The TARDIS had over-heated, and his tweed jacket had been discarded on the lonely chair. Soon after, his bowtie was loosened, and his sleeves rolled up. He was trying to fix the TARDIS's central air conditioning system, wiping the sweat that was collecting on his forehead. Amy walked behind him, and placed her arms around his waist. It was second nature. He didn't try to disengage his body from her arms. Eventually, he turned around to face her. He placed his chin on her forehead, and drew her into his body. He was distracted, holding her. He didn't notice her slowly reaching up to slide his suspenders down. Other garments of clothing were lost, and they spent the day together wrapped in each other's embrace.
The problem with Amy Pond was that she wore layers. The Doctor was simple. He wore a coat, a shirt, and pants that were held up with suspenders (however, he didn't think Amy minded the suspenders. In fact, he believes she likes them). But Amelia Pond, she dresses like a department store mannequin everyday! She has the tights and the shorts, the vest, matching shirt, and leather jacket. She wears the cute boots, or the oversized sweatshirt. Honestly! This woman wore at least 4 layers everyday! It was a chore, undressing Amy Pond, but it was worth it.
The Doctor smiled again. Amelia Pond. He needed to find her. The tribe of Silurians captured her, and he had traveled to the center of the Earth to save her. Well, if he was being honest, actually he had been captured too. The Silurians had locked his TARDIS into their beam, and jettisoned him underground.
He tried to explain their situation to Nasreen.
"It sounds like you do this kind of thing every day." He paused, and turned to face her, dragging his heels in the dirt.
"No. Not every day. Every other day." Walking away, the Doctor smiled to himself yet again, remembering what he does every other other day.
Please tell me what you think! Is it too vague? Tell me in a review! Thanks!