After a lot of grumbling with myself I finally mustered up the courage to begin walking towards the destined hotel room. As I reached it the numbers seemed abnormally large stark against the white of the door. Here goes nothing, my inner conscience said warily. I knocked on the door and waited about five seconds before I heard someone yell, "You all are deaf! There was a knock," and then the door opened.

"Hello Amelia!" Replied the man in the door who looked strangely like Matt Smith…a LOT like him…am I hyperventilating?

"I um…hi, I…looking for…I think I'm at the wrong room," I said in a voice that resembled a question. What is happening...

"Oi Smith, let her in before she faints!" Yelled a Scottish voice.

"Oh I'm really confused," I replied. I felt hands on my back leading me into the room. My body was telling me to run before I made a complete asshat out of myself, but something was stopping me. Oh, MATT SMITH'S HAND ON MY LOWER BACK.

My knees hit the back of the couch and I sat, lifting my hand from my face. That was a mistake because three more people I recognized were sitting there. I'm pretty sure I said no over a million times. "Oh she's all flustered. Good going Matt. He's a bit of a goon when it comes to anything, sweetie." I looked up at my hands and took in the room slowly. There was pizza, booze and telly, but then I realized who the voice came from. Alex Kingston was talking to me…no big deal right. Am I hyperventilating, again?

A loud noise erupted from my pocket and I immediately flushed red. I fiddled to get it out of my pocket and silently willed it to shut up, "Hey Kay. I'm uhm fine. Sorry I haven't gotten the chance to text you," I replied standing from the couch. I needed to pace.

"You're sure this guy isn't a creeper then?"

"Ya no creeps here," I replied with a nervous laugh. "I won't be there tonight so be safe for me please?"

"I promise. Love you bby!"

" I love you too Kay. Text me when you get back please. Is Trev going with you?"

"He is. I will definitely text you because you may not want to head in."

"Oh, gross. That's my goodbye," I replied laughing and hanging up. I took a deep breath to compose myself and turned to the unbelievable crew behind me. "Sorry," I said tucking a piece of hair behind my ear. "I came with my best friend. She was paranoid I was going to be kidnapped by the random guy at the masquerade," I said with a pointed look to Matt. Oh, that was rather bold…

The four of them exchanged looks and then laughed aloud. Karen was the first to speak up, "A story about getting kidnapped by a man giraffe would be rather amusing," she said leaning back against the couch. I covered my mouth to laugh and Matt gave an exasperated sigh to Karen.

"So Sir giraffe man, what's this all about?" I asked hopping back on the couch next to Matt and cocking my head to the side.

He really did look like he wanted to answer, but it seemed the words just wouldn't make their way out of his mouth. "He fancies you!" Karen blurted out.

"KAREN!"

"WHAT? Deny it Smith, I dare you," she said glaring at him. They gave one another a long stare before Matt put his head in his hands and groaned.

"Fine," he replied looking to me. "You stuck in my mind at the panel I guess is the best way to describe it. I talked to you at the dance because I wanted to let you see me as a regular person before a celebrity. At least know I was a real person before becoming completely shell-shocked," he said looking at me almost shyly.

"I did enjoy dancing with you. It was all charming in the way it happened," I replied laughing to him.

"HA!" He exclaimed and I jumped about a mile high. "Sorry, sorry! I enjoyed it too. I was afraid I wouldn't find you in that gigantic crowd."

I smiled at him and shook my head a bit before turning to the others. "I'm Amelia by the way," I said mainly to Alex. "It's really quite a shocking honor to meet you all." I gave a sideways glance to Matt and he winked at me. I laughed and said the three words I would never live down, "Pizza, booze, telly?" And the tension was completely erased.

(3h. later)

"No, it's really true. She literally took over two-thousand photos our first go in America," Arthur called out.

We were all settled in Matt's room and spread between the couch and chairs. Karen and Alex were snuggled in the wide chair. I was sitting next to Matt who was next to Arthur on the couch. The beer was having a rather calming effect on us all, I wasn't shell-shocked and I was also settling in very easy with them.

We had started talking about careers and they were poking fun at Karen because if she weren't an actress she would have to be a photographer. "In my defense I had never been to that part of the States before. The scenery was utterly vast!" She replied in defense as she crossed her arms. Alex wrapped her arms around Karen, as the alcohol seemed to be running through them quite fast. We had been drinking for three hours so it made sense.

"Amelia?" I heard Matt's voice start. I turned to him, "are you in college?"

"I am, a small private college where I take online classes. I graduate this summer actually," I said smiling and reveling in the idea of finally being able to teach. "I'm graduating with two degrees so it has just been a really long few years."

"What are your majors?" He asked looking directly at me after he drained his beer. His eyes distracted me from the question until he tilted his head slightly, pushing his hair back as I'd watched him do so many times.

"Well," I said looking down flushed, "I'm first and foremost an education major. My second one is a bit embarrassing. Better not disclose that horrifying information."

The sight before me was absolutely adorable, he was pouting! I giggled a bit and turned to Alex and Karen. Alex shook her head and began to stand up attempting to take Karen with her. "Matt, sweetie, I'm going to take Karen back to the room. She's drowsy." Karen pouted at her, but obliged.

"That's my cue," replied Darvill. He stood and we all exchanged little good-byes. My heart raced a million miles when Alex hugged me because really, who wasn't a childhood fan of her?

As soon as they got to the door Karen turned rather shakily, "Don't do anything I wouldn't do," she said poking Matt rather hard in the chest. He only flushed a little compared to my reddening face. Arthur wrapped his hand around Karen's mouth and the three giggled as they left, Matt waving to them.

I went to where we had been sitting and started to straighten everything up a little. Pizza crusts were lying about and it actually just calmed me. I wasn't sure what he was doing, but I heard the microwave start, wondering how someone so small could seriously eat as much as he just did. I laughed audibly at the thought; maybe I'm a bit tipsier then anticipated…

"What's so funny?" He asked, and I turned to him. He was leaning up against the door-frame and quite honestly he looked beautiful.

"I was thinking that if you were making food you sure eat a lot for someone so small."

He threw his head back and laughed, "I can put down my fair portion of food, but no. Tea! I am British," he replied winking.

I bit my lip and looked at him, "British Literature…" I mumbled.

"Pardon?"

Deep breaths…maybe he won't laugh at you. "I…my other major is British Literature," I said still quietly.

Footsteps came near me and I looked up to stare at him. He was smiling broadly and pulled me into his arms. "You are adorable," he said holding me at arms length. I laughed and just let myself fall back into him. He did smell wonderful. The microwave chose that moment to go off and it was quite loud compared to the comfortable silence surrounding us.

He released me, but not before telling me to sit and motioning to the couch. I could hear him taking the cups out and he asked me how I wanted my tea. "Just black," I said back. My voice sounded oddly loud to me and it echoed in my ears.

He came back, walking carefully and placed the tea on the table. The rest of the evening probably would have seemed uneventful to anyone else, but it was my favorite part of the evening. He asked me why I had chosen those two majors and I asked how he had gotten his back injury. We ping-ponged questions to one another and eventually fell into laughter at something he said about me being a giant nerd for researching Shakespeare. He admitted to wanting to play at the theater company.

The tea was relaxing and pretty much detoxing me. In between our conversation I gave little yawns. He eventually pulled me against him and I didn't give any protest, too weak from being up all day. He stroked my hair and I played with the little frays of his jeans. I also have no idea when I fell asleep, but I awoke in a bed that was definitely not mine.

My phone rang loudly before I could even try and place my location. I answered it, probably sounding like hell, "Hello?"

"OH MY GOD it lives!" Exclaimed my friend, "Where the hell are you? It's about nine and the next Who panel is at eleven-thirty. Get your British loving arse down here," she whined out.

"Oh good lord, sorry," I laughed out as I sat up in the bed. "I'm going to head to the room and shower. I'll be down in like forty-five minutes all right?"

"That's fine. I'm already down here with Trev and ohhh my GOD did we have fun last night. He's beautiful," she replied in a singsong voice.

I laughed as I walked into the living room, noticing the little set up. "That's great Kay. I need to tell you about last night badly though. You're going to pee yourself."

"AMELIA LOUISE LeBLANC! Did you get laid?" She asked screeching.

"Nope! It was better! Bye," I said hanging up. That would keep her on her toes.

I sat down on the couch and smiled at his caring nature. This was all just way too surreal. There was orange juice and of course, a banana. A note sat to the side:

Good Morning! I hope you enjoyed all the craziness of last night. Tried not to wake you this morning. I've had to run for a signing, but I hope to see you at the panel later. E-mail me if you'd like. I'd love to hear from a fan so grounded with the ladies that will be surrounding me later. Catch you later, love!

Matt xx

PS: You got your own personal signing ;)

And on the back there sat his e-mail. I don't often squeal, hoot and holler, but when I do I cannot contain it. I allowed myself a brief happy TOTAL fan girl dance in his room, through the hallway, into my room and right into the shower. I washed to prepare for the rest of the day. GERONIMOOOOOOOOOO!

A/N: Holy moly you guys! Sorry this has taken so long. Working at a hotel during the holidays really drains ya. Hope you like it and that you're looking forward to the next! We will soon figure out what happens when the convention is over! Later Xox