"Amy, I need you to stay in the ship..." The Doctor muttered, letting out one of his trademark smirks, as he pulled the scanner towards him, "It's not safe."
"Oh but it's safe enough for you?" Grasping at the scanner, she yanked it from his hand, "TARDIS says oxygen. Don't know if you've noticed, but I'm quite fond of that."
Rolling her eyes, Amy skipped to the door, pulling at the small brass handle. Passing through the air, inches from the redhead's face, the Timelord's hand hit the dark wood of the TARDIS door, holding it closed, eliciting a wheeze of complaint from the machine. Distracted momentarily, he kissed the spot he had hit before turning back to his companion.
"Did you just kiss the TARDIS?" Stunned by what she had seen, Amy's hand flopped away from the handle, the fingers falling one by one. Shaking her head as he tried to explain, she held up her hand, her attention pulled to the extra wedding band on her ring finger, "I don't want to hear what kind of sordid relationship you have with your box. You promised me a trip to a spa planet to cheer me up while Rory's...gone."
"You have to make a choice, him or me!" His hand slamming on the table, Rory stared at the crying woman before him. He should have felt guilty, he knew this wasn't fair on her but he'd had enough of sharing his wife, "You said we'd only spend a week with the Doctor. 'A honeymoon' you said! It's a month later and I'm fed up of being shot at!"
"I love you." Her voice wavered as she sniffed, "But he's my raggedy doctor. Look, no matter how long we're here for, he can take us back to a week after we left." She feigned a smile, "Come on Mr Pond, come on an adventure with me.
As her hand slid towards across the table's cold surface to her husband, she watched the latter be pulled away, it's owner standing removing his ring.
"I'm not Mr Pond! You should be Mrs Williams but you can't stop controlling everything! Not even for me! Come back when you've changed!"
"We can find you another spa planet," Turning on his heels, he headed back to the controls, "There's something out there a lot more dangerous than anything you've encountered before."
"Well then, I guess I'm going to find it." Without another word, she had the door yanked open, breathing in the scent of lavender on the wind as she stepped into the early morning air, " Doesn't look dangerous to me."
A new found spring in her step, Amy bounded towards the glass reception of the spa, ready for whatever weird treatments they here. Following at a jog, the Doctor sighed, his screwdriver in overdrive as he flicked it over the surroundings. There was no doubting this was a beautiful planet, no immediate signs of danger and, as Amy approached the desk she gave the Doctor a childish smirk before signing herself up for every treatment she could pronounce.
"He's paying." She waved nonchalantly at the man in the bowtie, "This week's his treat."
Behind the crystallised desk, a purple tentacle reached out to Amy, with what the redhead assumed to be some sort of scanner held firmly in it.
"Amy don't touch that!" Pulling away her already extending hand, he soniced the device, his brow furrowed.
Stunned, the receptionist blinked her solitary eye, explaining slowly, "We just require a tissue sample sir, to see what level of treatment will best suit her."
Releasing her hand from her friend's clammy one, Amy smiled back to the receptionist, an apologetic smile that she got the feeling she would be giving many people on this trip, "He's just a little paranoid today, aren't you Doctor." She laughed softly, trying to lighten the mood but his expression remained one of distrust.
An hour later, they sat, a lunch table between them, Amy soaking her feet, the gallifreyan opposite her still sonicing everything he could reach.
"Doctor!" The redhead's shout causing him to jump, watching as his sonic fell from his grip, to clatter against the cold stone underfoot and roll... Quicker than Amy would have thought possible for someone of 909, he was on his knees, crawling frantically towards his beloved screwdriver, picking up speed. A pair of shocking red stilettos stopped him in his path however, as a small a small splash echoed the room, his screwdriver sinking to the bottom of the spa pool, it's light flickering in defiance.
Still leaning on his hands and knees, the Timelord let his head slowly lift to see a mass of blonde curls and a flirtatious smirk.
"Having fun down there sweetie?"
