Amy woke with a start, the dream of the memory lingering in her thoughts. The Master. The Master. "I've got bloody parents, thank you very much." She muttered and jumped off the bed, already dressed for the day. "Got to stop dropping off like that too, then." She sighed and opened the door, straightening her hair with her fingers as she went.
"Amy! We're going to be late!" Rory called from the kitchen, stopping mid-step as his wife appeared in the doorway. "Hello," he squeaked out, studying Amy.
She rubbed the side of her head annoyingly and nodded in reply. "Yup, 'ello." Amy glided passed him and plopped down into a chair, "any messages?"
Rory peeled his eyes away, going back to his cereal. "Uh, yes, one. I think the TARDIS was crashing again too." He pointed towards the phone, "it's saved."
Amy reached over a few random things belonging to the Doctor and clicked the beeping button.
"Hello, Ponds! Number one and two! Or uno and dos if you prefer Spanish. Which I don't think- Ah!... Okay. Sorry. Rox-Stimulator wasn't stabilized. I blame Cleopatra, but she'd deny it all. Always blames- Ah! That's got to stop happening! Sorry 'bout that. The deo-radiator magnetic shielding shut off! I think someone's trying to hack the system! That's not even supposed to be-"
It went off and Amy glanced up, "just stops? Just like that?" She stayed hovering above the table, propped up on her elbows. Rory nodded, going over to click the button again. "So where is he?"
"Don't know… it's weird, he always tries to tell us where he-" Rory broke off, a wheezing sound filling the air. "That him?"
Amy grinned like a child, rushing from the kitchen to the front yard. "Doctor!" She yelled as the TARDIS materialized on the sidewalk. She ran over, stopping in the middle of the yard as the door creaked open.
"Pond! Pond number one! Or uno. Still not sure." A confused look crossed his face, his pointer finger and thumb rubbing together in thought.
"Doctor." Amy repeated, her child-like grin staying on her face.
It brought the Doctor back enough for his thoughts to be redirected, "Amy!" He smiled and wrapped her into a hug. "Amelio! Pondy! Ponders! No. 'Amy' was fine."
She laughed, "good as ever, then?"
"Um, yes! Just good!" He paused, licking his lips quickly. "Oh, well that sounds rubbish. Ignore that."
"Ignore what?"
"'Just good', no one says that!" He moved passed Amy and skipped over to Rory, who was standing in the doorway. "Mister Pond! The Last Centurion! Nice coat!"
"Thanks, I-"
"Want it back. It's mine." The Doctor smiled again and patted him on the shoulder. "Hundred percent cotton and from my wardrobe. Meaning I called dibs, or something like that. Never understood American slang." He roamed to the kitchen, poking at the things sitting on the table. "Are these mine?" He turned to Amy, who had quickly run after him.
Amy nodded, "yup. Left them last time you were over. Which was two months ago, Doctor." She playfully slapped his arm and took a seat at the table.
"Can't be mine," the Doctor mumbled, "I don't own anything blue."
"The TARDIS?" Rory asked and crossed his arms as he entered.
"No! She's a shade of blue. No, these things are completely blue. I don't… do boring colors." He flicked at one of the objects, then sat down beside Amy. "Most definitely not mine."
Amy rolled her eyes, "they're all yours!"
"Are not!" He whined; looking up at Amy, then back down at the objects. "Besides that one." He pointed to three, then scooped them up and stuffed them into his pockets. "You can keep the rest, won't do much anyway besides make some funny noises. Oh. Funny noises. I like those." He picked up the rest of the objects and stuffed them besides the others.
"You're mad." Rory muttered from the corner of the room, sipping on a cup of tea.
The Doctor looked up at him, frowned, and stood. "Did anyone hear that?"
"No. Doctor, something can't already be wrong, can it?" Amy sighed and looked at her odd friend. The Doctor glanced at her, and then ran from the house, going back out to the yard. Amy heard his pouting from inside and went after him. "Doctor!" She yelled, then stopped. "Where's the TARDIS?"
"Taken! Someone stole the TARDIS!" He yelled out, slapping his forehead. "Again. Someone stole the TARDIS… Again." He said once half his nerves were under control. "Again."
