HAI GUYZ. I know my characters are a bit off in this one, but I hope to improve! (And I just noticed while typing this up the the original word count was 666. Wonderful. XD ) Enjoy! :D

Well sometimes its good, and sometimes its bad, but living with you - you're driving me mad! And sometimes its good, and sometimes it bad, well living with you, its becoming a drag...
Scouting For Girls - It's Not About You

Time is Relative

There's not a lot that's above humans. Humanity's pretty supreme - and that's the problem with it. There's no one else higher to fight, so they fight each other. Tearing each other and their little planet apart. All fighting for ground and status.

But that's looking at it from a metaphorical point of view.

If you consider it from a literal point of view, then it's a whole different story.

Space is much, much higher than humanity. The blackness. The stars. The planets. And the police box spinning and whirring through space and time.

And in the police box floating high above Earth and its disgruntled little humans, there was an alien. And two other humans of the decent sort who'd tagged along for the ride. The alien was called the Doctor, and the two humans were called Amy and Rory. The Doctor didn't mind Amy and Rory being there in his little patch of space. In fact, they were quite good company.

The only problem was this:

They were married.

'Here?'

Amy, one hand on her hip and the other on her chin, eyed the new spot of the coat rack. Rory stood by it, watching for a response.

'No, I liked it better over there.'

Rory physically sagged, rolling his eyes. 'It was just over there!'

'Well, I didn't have anything to compare it with, did I? Put it back.' She said, waving her hand. Rory looked like he might say something else, but he sighed, picked up the coat rack, and moved it to the other side of the TARDIS doors.

Amy tilted her head. 'Y'know, I think I liked it better over there.'

The Doctor, hiding behind the other side of the console, began to mutter incoherently. His previous persona had had something to say about domestics in space, and he was rapidly forming the same opinion. Space wasn't dull. But domestics! It was making everything so utterly tedious that he was sure his lovely big brain was going to start leaking out of his ears. He covered said ears, fingers fisting in his hair and prayed for it to stop. It wasn't working. He could still hear them bickering. They weren't even arguing, they were bickering, for crying out loud. Even the hum of the TARDIS console wasn't drowning them out.

He was going to go mad. Madder than a madman with a blue box should be.

'Look, can we just leave it, love?' Rory pleaded, plonking the coat rack down again.

'It's getting boring, just sitting there!' Amy said, wondering over to it and looking it up and down. 'What if I put some fairy lights on it, that'd brighten it up a bit – '

And there was the breaking point.

'NO! NO FAIRY LIGHTS!' The Doctor all but screamed, jumping to his feet. Rory started slightly, and Amy wheeled around with wide eyes. 'You're domesticating my lovely space ship! STOP IT STOP IT STOP IT. That coat rack is there because it's convenient. Leave it alone. And grow a backbone Rory, for crying out loud!'

Rory opened his mouth to protest, but Amy got in there first.

'It's your fault for having no taste! A coat rack in a space ship – really?'

'Its not about colour coordination, it's about convenience.'

'Who actually hangs coats on the bloody thing?'

'I do! And I've seen your scarves on there, too!'

'My scarves are nice!'

'Rory, tell her to be quiet!'

'I'm actually going to slap you around the – '

She didn't finish her threat – for when she opened her mouth to utter what part she would slap, a telephone began to ring.

All three occupants looked at each other with wide eyes, knowing full well that there were only a handful of people across time and space who had that number.

The Doctor reached for the phone.

DUNDUNDAH. Anyway, not exactly long, but there you go. More to come, and plz review! *Heart with hands*