Author's Note: Last we left Amy and the Doctor, he was "hot." Now, we find out why. Feedback always appreciated!
FADE IN:
INT. TARDIS - DAY
A blushing Amy looks off.
AMY
Now that you're properly naked,
explain. Now, please.
The Doctor stands before her in TARDIS-blue boxer shorts.
THE DOCTOR
I'm hardly naked.
AMY
Explain!
THE DOCTOR
Uh, right, okay. Well, you know
where are we right now, correct?
Our location in the universe?
AMY
Some planet-
THE DOCTOR
Moon. Azeal is a moon.
AMY
Right. Anyway, this moooooon...
it's got rare fauna-
THE DOCTOR
Aw, come on, Pond. It's not a zoo!
AMY
I know it's not a zoo! It's a
botanical garden-so you said.
THE DOCTOR
Quick word lesson: you find fauna
at a zoo and flora in a garden.
AMY
Perhaps you've not noticed, Doctor,
but the further out in the universe
you get, the harder it is to tell the
flora from the fauna.
THE DOCTOR
Quite right. In fact, many of the
species on Azeal are actually
flor-faunic in nature.
AMY
Fascinating. So, anyway, we're on
this moon slash botanical garden
with a bunch of plants-really
boring plants, by the way. Even
the flor-faunic ones.
THE DOCTOR
That's a bit unfair. I thought you
liked flowers and such. Don't you?
Amy smiles.
AMY
I suppose I do.
THE DOCTOR
And do you remember that last
flower we were viewing?
Dominustempore Interfectus.
AMY
Yeah, it was gorgeous.
THE DOCTOR
It really was, wasn't it?
Amy nods, waiting.
THE DOCTOR
That's what's killing me.
AMY
What? It's poisonous?
Amy puts her hand against her own forehead.
THE DOCTOR
Only to Time Lords.
Amy lets out a sigh of relief and drops her hand.
THE DOCTOR
Well, don't look so relieved that
it's me dying and not you.
AMY
I am relieved, though. Considering
I actually can die.
THE DOCTOR
As can I, Pond. Given the right...
allergen.
AMY
You're allergic to that flower?
THE DOCTOR
A bit, yeah. All Time Lords are.
AMY
And it can kill you?
THE DOCTOR
Oh, it will kill me.
This sobers Amy.
AMY
Well... what's that thing Time
Lords can do?
THE DOCTOR
I can't do that thing.
AMY
Why not?
THE DOCTOR
It'll just exacerbate the condition.
AMY
What condition?
THE DOCTOR
The reaction to Dominustempore
Interfectus is... well, imagine the
black plague meets syphilis with
the measles thrown in just for fun.
Not to mention that you basically
burn up from the inside.
AMY
There must be something we can do.
THE DOCTOR
Yes, well, of course there is.
AMY
Of course.
(beat)
What is it?
THE DOCTOR
It's going to require patience.
Mostly yours. Which worries me.
AMY
I can be patient.
THE DOCTOR
The real question is, Amy Pond,
how long are you willing to wait?
AMY
What, for you?
THE DOCTOR
Yes, for me. How long are you
willing to wait for me?
AMY
Is this another double entendre?
The Doctor doesn't get it.
THE DOCTOR
No.
AMY
Well, after we first met, you were,
what, twelve years gone? And there
I was, twelve years later, waiting
away for you. In my head, anyway.
The Doctor looks at her carefully. He steps closer. She
glances down at his state of undress, but quickly looks
up to meet his gaze.
THE DOCTOR
All right, then. I trust you, Amy.
I trust you not to abandon me.
AMY
What do you mean, "abandon you?"
If I tried to run off, couldn't you just
come find me?
THE DOCTOR
(gentle)
I won't know to look.
Amy's brow furrows. She folds her arms, processing. The
Doctor's energy returns and he walks back to the TARDIS
controls, but his knees buckle and he falls forward, catching
himself with a control lever. The ship lurches.
THE DOCTOR
(to the TARDIS)
She can handle it. Trust me.
He readjusts the lever and leans in closer to the console.
Amy tries to listen in, but can't hear.
THE DOCTOR
Me? Of course I can.
(he listens again)
Well, yes, I do remember that,
but you should also take into
account... I've got Amy Pond.
AMY
Doctor? Are you all right?
He spins back around.
THE DOCTOR
Pick a city.
AMY
Huh?
THE DOCTOR
Pick a city. Any city.
AMY
Any city?
THE DOCTOR
Any city on Earth. A city where
you've always dreamed of living.
AMY
Okay, easy. New York City.
THE DOCTOR
Really? Okay then.
The Doctor starts up the TARDIS.
THE DOCTOR
What about a job?
AMY
I'm getting a job?
THE DOCTOR
What's your dream job?
AMY
Got to admit, kind of already
living the dream, Doctor.
THE DOCTOR
Dream job on Earth then.
Amy ponders it.
AMY
Photographer maybe. Like one of
those really posh and sassy fashion
photographers.
She puts her hands up as if to check a camera view, focusing
on the Doctor. He smiles amicably before he stumbles again,
this time toward Amy. She puts her arms out against his chest
to steady him, his bare skin coming into contact with her hands.
AMY
You're so hot.
He steadies himself and stands upright.
THE DOCTOR
Could you stop flirting with me for two
second, Pond? Really, you're shameless.
And, I'm so... exposed.
Amy almost looks insulted until she realizes he was kidding.
AMY
Seriously, Doctor, you're burning up.
How long can you withstand it?
THE DOCTOR
A bit longer. Don't worry.
(beat)
Okay. New York City. N... Y... C.
Amy Pond: Fashion Photographer. And
me? Model, maybe? Huh? I can make it
work-We can make it work. Here's what
I need you to do...
AMY
Okay.
THE DOCTOR
Go to your room.
Amy starts to protest.
THE DOCTOR
Pack up all your things.
AMY
But-
THE DOCTOR
Everything.
AMY
Okay...
THE DOCTOR
Okay.
The Doctor nods and turns around to do something else.
AMY
Hold on... then what?
The Doctor turns back to her.
THE DOCTOR
Then what what?
AMY
After I pack up all my belongings,
what do I do?
THE DOCTOR
You wait.
AMY
That's where I have to wait?
THE Doctor
No. That's intermediary waiting.
AMY
I don't understand what you're planning to do.
THE DOCTOR
I'm planning to save myself. You're
planning to help me... by going to
your room. Now, go. Go!
Amy stomps off.
INT. AMY'S ROOM - DAY
Amy throws stuff into a suitcase. She speaks into the air,
presumably addressing the TARDIS:
AMY
Couldn't he just program you to
take care of this for me?
The TARDIS creaks and shakes. Amy loses her footing for
a moment. When she rights herself, the sound of the Doctor
screaming echoes through the whole ship.
AMY
Doctor?
Amy runs for the door, but it slams closed.
AMY
No! Let me out.
His screaming continues. He is clearly in pain. Amy bangs
on the door.
AMY
Doctor? Doctor! Doctor!
She sinks down to the floor, tears forming as The Doctor's
screaming continues. She places a hand against the door.