Huzzah! Another "wonderful" story from me! I really don't know how far this will get but I hope big things will happen. I'm a woman with a plan. Oh, Rory's elsewhere. I'm not quite sure. Maybe he's dead. That guy always dies. He's like the Kenny of Doctor Who.

I do not own Doctor Who or anything associated with it. I'm not even sure this plot is totally original... I just had a dream and decided to write about it! WOOOHH!

Enjoy!

It had been a particularly uneventful week of drifting through space, repairing the TARDIS. On their last journey, the Doctor and Amy had ended up on a planet called Protaen. It was normally a peaceful planet, sporting dramatic scenery. However, they'd come in the middle of a civil war and had been involved. Some minor damage had been done to the TARDIS, but nothing the Doctor couldn't fix.

His back was stiff from the bending he was doing to get to the vibrantly colored wires entangled with millions of other wires and various machinery. Now, he was relaxing in one of the comfortable chairs in the library. Amy had been bored out of her mind, begging to do something else besides I-Spy, which had managed to keep the two entertained for all of two hours.

The Doctor had just began to drift off when a weight dropped onto him. He jumped from the chair, emitting some form of yelp as he did so.

"What in the- Pond! What are you doing? You know waking a Time Lord means bad things. Very bad things," He started, a slight smile beginning to form. "What can I do for you, Amelia."

Amy narrowed her eyes, putting on her irritated face. "Amy," She corrected.

"Yes, yes, Amy," He muttered with a roll of his eyes.

"Just wondering, when the hell are we actually going to do something?" She demanded.

"You're doing something now. Lot's of things. Thinking, breathing, complaining to list a few," He stated.

Amy glared. "Doctor. I'm going to go insane if we are stuck in here any longer."

He opened his mouth, about to say something clever, but was cut off. "And don't you try making any clever jokes."

The Doctor sighed, walking out of the library. "Well, I suppose we could go somewhere, seeing as your mental health is at stake..."

"Thank GOD!" She exclaimed.

The two made their way to the main room of the TARDIS and the Doctor began to work his magic. Turning nobs, pressing buttons, typing in a series of numbers, the TARDIS came to life.

"Alright... Where would be a fun place to go..." The Doctor thought aloud.

"You know, we could go to the beach," Amy offered, shifting slightly.

"Pond, you are brilliant! Yes, the beach! Perfect!" He shouted, and began punching buttons all over. "Just one moment."

After about three minutes of the Doctor pressing what seemed like random buttons, they felt the TARDIS land.

Amy seemed ecstatic to leave the TARDIS. The Doctor was glad to see she wasn't moping about anymore. He threw open the door, holding an arm out to Amy. She linked arms with her raggedy Doctor and they exited the TARDIS.

"Oh dear... This isn't quite right..." The Doctor stated as they looked around.

No, they certainly weren't at any beach.

WOOOH! Ubershort chapter. Yes, there will be more, but expect short chapters because I'm horrible at FF writing. And if you feel the need to tell me I have no idea what I'm talking about, please do so. I'm relatively new to Doctor Who... Let me know what you think! - Clarkis