A/N: I've figured it out, this story is only going to take up three chapters. Tomorrow, the last one is up. Disclaimer: I don't own Doctor Who, if I did I would be filthy rich.

The second time, it was the day after and Amy Pond barged in on the Doctor, who was suffering from his hang over from the night before. Amy stuck her hands on her hips and pursed her lips.

"I suppose you'd like to tell me WHY you drunk yourself silly last night?!"

He squinted up at her his eyes focusing and unfocusing. To him she looked like a big blurry shape with a thick Scottish accent and a head of ginger hair that he envied.

"And Doctor, who is this Rose person? Was she-"

Amy stopped mid sentence as realization blew over her like a wind- blowing away anger and confusion. "You wanted to forget whoever this was! That's why you were in such a drunken stupor isn't it!"

The Doctor winced at her raised tones and tried to burrow back under the blankets.

"No, you're not getting away from me that easily!"

The flame red of Amy's hair matched the feel of her wrath and exasperation.

"Who is Rose?"

The Doctor groaned. "Nobody! Go away!"

Amy snorted and hoped the TARDIS was reading her mind. Which, it was. The lights grew to an almost blinding brightness.

"Two against one is no fair!" The Doctor shouted dizzily.

Amy exasperated shouted even louder, "I'm not leaving till you tell me who this Rose is and WHY you almost drunk yourself INTO A COMA LAST NIGHT!"

That last part came out louder than she intended it too.

The Doctor cringed and sighed and then he resignedly spoke. (The stubborn Timelord) "Rose Tyler was one of my companions."

Than he burrowed himself back under the blankets in a futile attempt to escape the light. The lights immediately dimmed to blackness. "A little late for that honey." He mumbled into what Amy thought was a pillow.

Seeing that she would get no other answers, Amy huffed but turned. She had gotten half of what she wanted and she might as well leave it at that before the Doctor decided to switch to Oncoming Storm mode. A snore emitted from under the TARDIS blue blanket and Amy snorted as she closed the door to the cluttered room.