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The Good Stuff
"Come on, Doctor!'
"Amy…"
"Doctor, just do it! Come on! Hit the switch! Let's go!"
The Doctor pressed his lips together nervously, his dark bangs flopping over his eyes as they darted around the TARDIS console room looking for a way out. He didn't see one.
"Doctor!" Amy stood at the TARDIS doors, her face beaming, one hand on each handle. "Hit it!"
Eyes still filled with wariness, the Doctor began to lower a switch, looking over at the redhead.
Amy flung open the TARDIS, facing the scene outside. "I see London!"
The TARDIS materialized over the Eiffel Tower, and the doors flung open again.
"I see France!" she yelled happily.
Amy slammed the doors shut and shoved her hand in the pocket of her cardigan. "I see the Doctor's…" She flung up her hands in triumph, a pair of tighty-whities in one balled fist.
"Underpants!"
The Doctor gasped, scandalized. He grab the front of his trousers, yanking them forward so he could look down them. Assuring himself the underwear he had put on this morning was where'd he last seen them, the Doctor looked back at Amy, his half invisible eyebrows almost disappearing into his hairline.
He sputtered indignantly. "Amy, where did you get my underwear?!"
She giggled, arms still raised as she spun on the spot, then made a face as she touched the hand not holding the Doctor's underoos to a swollen check. "Ooh, felt that a bit."
The Doctor waggled his fingers nervously before scratching at his chin. Wisdom teeth weren't supposed to have anything to with actual wisdom.
"Amy," he said nervously, "how many of those 'Vicodin' did you take?"
AN: Don't know where this came from. XD There will be a sequel/second chapter of Amy on Vicodin, featuring chipmunks from outer space.
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