A/N: A few drabbles that were sort of inspired by the newest episode, but only one really relates to it. The others were just little ideas. Oh yeah, and what about these new retro Daleks, then? They seem to come in a rather fetching selection of iPod nano colours. I think I preferred the old ones. And I would love one to bring me tea, but no, I have to make it myself. C'est la vie.

Obtainable

Amy Pond had never been afraid of the Doctor. In truth, she had never been afraid of anything much, apart from the crack in her wall that preyed on her dreams, disrupting her nights. She had been afraid of her wedding day, afraid that she would have to leave her raggedy doctor behind in her childhood, the dream that he would take her away lost forever. Married women didn't run of with strange men.

But he came and saved her, again, the third time in her life. Her not-so-raggedy-anymore doctor turned up the night before he wedding, allowing her a second chance at childhood. She dreamed of exploring the universe with him at her side, showing her his world. It was like some of her old games, most of which she remembered with a slight blush; the Doctor, rescuing her from an alien, the doctor, saving her from Prisoner zero. Her handsome prince had been a young man in tattered clothes, with a small blue box that had a library and a swimming pool in the same room. His kingdom.

Then she met him again, as an adult; her dreams seemed to come true. He turned up at the right time and saved her again, but this time she felt different. He felt different. Her feelings had matured over the years, and they were (or looked, at least) roughly the same age. But he seemed so outraged at her job, so taken aback that the little Amelia Pond had grown up, 'You were a little girl five minutes ago!' and, to her annoyance, she had felt embarrassed. It was true, her job was pretty awful, but she had little choice. It paid the bills; what more did she need? His angry outburst also made her heart falter- he would always think of her as the scared, little girl with the crack in her wall. And it didn't help that everybody kept reminding him of it.

If someone asks me one more time whether he's the raggedy doctor from my cartoons, I won't be responsible for my actions she fumed quietly.

And then he left again- her eyes threatened tears as she watched the blue box (TARDIS) dematerialize and she resigned herself to twelve more agonizing years. And then Rory proposed. And she said yes. And she had never been more frightened in her life. And he saved her. Again. So, it was only fair that she should go with him and save him a couple of times to get even. And maybe show him she wasn't a little girl any more.

The jolly adventures she had expected, dreamed of, dramatized with her homemade dolls, turned out to be darker, more grown-up. A Grimm fairytale. But she didn't mind. She was with her Doctor, and she knew that was where she belonged. And although she saw him vanquish countless monsters and threats to earth, she was never frightened of him. Whenever he went mad, shouted, that one time he completely blew up and attacked the Dalek, she wasn't scared. He was always the same doctor who held her hand when she was scared, who made impossible promises, who had said her name was a good name – like a fairytale- and she'd had to change it (it didn't sound right when other people said it). She was Amy, but with the doctor she was Amelia, and he called her that often. Too often. She knew he still saw her as a lost child, but she'd keep trying. Call Amy Pond anything you want, but she was stubborn, and she knew precisely what she wanted. It was just a question of how long it took her to get it.

Carpe Diem

He couldn't promise her forever- he'd done that before and the ending had been far from an eternity away- and she knew it. He couldn't even promise her tomorrow. He knew that they would be separated eventually, though he dreaded the day. No, forever was out of the question; but he would always be able to give her today. After all, it was what she deserved.

Fashion sense

Bowties were definitely safer around Amy Pond. For one thing, they couldn't be locked in car doors- he had never been forced to explain himself by a human before. Amy Pond was something new, and also a danger while he was in his current attire. So, after changing his shirt, he decided on a bow tie. 'Ha, Pond,' he thought triumphantly. 'Try and shut that in a car door.'

After a while, he decided it was safe again to wear a tie. He was growing nostalgic for them, as he had worn them so often in his previous reincarnation. Hoping Amy had forgotten, he swapped his (now relatively dirty) bow tie for a rather nice tie, in his opinion, and bravely went out to face his companion. They were visiting ancient Greece- no cars there.

Her saw her green eyes- like his, he remembered; he had green eyes now- flick to the changed piece of clothing, but she said nothing. He gave an internal sigh of relief, and thought himself safe.

Of course, he was anything but. He had barely said, 'Right, let's go,' before she turned to him, grasped his tie, pulled him towards her and kissed him fiercely. For a moment he stood quite still, shocked, but then he relaxed.

Maybe I should wear a tie more often, was his last coherent thought.

A/N: I hope you liked them, and I would love to know of any good drabble titles you think would be good. Tell me in a review.