Placed between season five and six of Doctor Who, pre-Reichenbach. Please tell me mistakes since English is not my mother's tongue! I am glad for every kind of critic :)

"Whoa!"

Amy hurried up the steps of the TARDIS, Rory just a few steps behind her. "What was that?"

The Doctor was whirling around the controls, pushing buttons and spinning hand gears, while the ground under them was shaking weirdly.

"Green button, green button…" he murmured, lost in thoughts. Amy tried to keep on her feed, making her way to the Doctor.

"This kind of green?" she asked. The sudden whooshing of the engines drowned her words, and she asked again, shouting. He looked at the button she was pointing at and shook his head rapidly. "No, not this green, more like… purple!" Turning to the left, he opened a drawer that offered a tiny little purple button. He pushed it in relief, and the sounds and the shaking began to stop. Exhausted, the Doctor let himself fall to the ground and leaned against the control area. "That should stabilize her." His hair was messed up. "You know, I could have really used a hand or two with that earlier…" His view fell to Rory. "Well, or four. Sorry, still not used to that." But he smiled, and Rory came on to sit on the floor as well, taking Amy's hand to make her follow him.

In a circle, they looked at each other.

"So, what did just happen?" Amy sounded more excited than Rory would have found healthy. Like, they were in a time machine that flew through spaced, and being jolted like a rattle when outside death and darkness and possibly weird monsters were waiting wasn't really the best thing, was it? But when he looked at his wife, he saw the other side: The magic, and the adventure, and the advantages of an unbelievable fairytale story.

"It sounded as if there was something damaging the time stream, as if something would try to pull things together that aren't meant to be…" His hands rubbed together. "I honestly don't know what will await us outside, but I reckon we have a look." He stopped. Then, he continued, his voice silent: "We must."

Amy threw him a queer sight. "Must?"

The Doctor jumped up. "Well, is there anything more interesting than events that weren't supposed to happen? Plus, fun fact, the engines sort of shut down completely and I've got not a clue where we are, so… Adventure!"

He sprinted to the door, stopped, and turned around to the Ponds, still sitting on the ground. "Coming along?"

Amy stood up slowly. "To be clear: We don't know where we are, or why? We could be marching out to burn on a boiling planet, or fall down a cliff?" Rory joined it: "We could be surrounded by Greeks who just saw a big blue box appear on their town place, or wait, not only Greeks, but people from another planet dressed up as Greeks?"

Confused, the Doctor looked at them, starting a sentence: "Yes, indeed, but-"

Amy was faster. With a smile on her face, she straightened an arm to point at the door. "If that is the case, I claim the first look." Rory followed her, and they stood side by side as Amy opened the door and peeked outside.

"Doctor", she said, her voice as if she couldn't believe what she was saying. "Such a fascinating world. Did I ever see a thing a beautiful as this? Look at the people, look what they are wearing!" Slowly, she shut the door again, looking at her boys, waiting for further descriptions. "I'm joking. Doctor. This." She pointed at the door. "Is. Boring, present-time. London." Both were looking at her in disbelief. The Doctor sighted. "Somehow, it's always London."