Title: A Welcome Interruption
Rating: K+
Characters/Pairings: Amy, Rory, Eleven
Wordcount: 259
Summary: Amy, Rory, an interruption.
Amy and Rory stood side by side, leaning on a sturdy railing and looking out over the remarkable oddity that was the inside of the TARDIS. Their hands rested very closely together, but neither of them bridged the last few millimetres.
The first time they'd been on an actual date Amy had been nervous despite herself. She felt the same way now, just standing there while Rory took in all that alien beauty. He expected her to say something, she'd gleaned as much. But what could she say? What couldn't she say?
A terrible but brief clatter cut through the silence, and the Doctor popped up from a hatch in the floor. Rory startled and his hand closed reflexively on Amy's arm – but as soon as he'd seen the cause of the commotion, he removed it.
"Right! I need four hands, two pairs of hands," said the Doctor. He wore ridiculously chunky safety goggles, and held a live welding torch in one hand and the sonic screwdriver in the other. "In short, I need you both."
Amy was so relieved at the interruption that she let her tension out in a nervous giggle; she quickly pointed at the Doctor's goggles to hide her real reason for laughing (and they were actually funny in and of themselves).
Withdrawing her finger after an appropriate bout of giggling, she glanced at Rory. There was something disappointed lingering about his tense jaw, but then he met her gaze and practically fled down the stairs, where the Doctor waved the torch enthusiastically in greeting.
