Just a little scene that popped into my head the other night and would not go away.

Points if you can guess the referenced "OldWho" companion!

Mentions things from the "tardisodes" but no spoilers if you haven't seen them...

I've got a couple of bigger stories to get to, if people are enjoying these. Not to give too much away, but don't you think her wedding night(s) should involve more than just running to 11?

Anyway, R&R if you want me to add more!

"I wouldn't go poking around in there if I were you. The owner of that particular room had an overdeveloped interest in explosives." He shook his head sadly. "Never could break her of the habit. Who knows what's in there..."

Amy froze in the doorway. "I was just …. just... uh..."

"Sneaking around the TARDIS in the middle of the night opening random doors?" He offered.

She turned around guiltily to find the Doctor leaning against the corridor wall.

"Well, yes. Kinda." She recovered herself enough to go on the attack, pointing and accusing finger. "Look - sometimes I'm up at night too. And now that I know you're off gallivanting with River every time Rory and I go to bed, I have to find something to keep me busy."

"Hey! I am not off gallivanting! I'm right here." He spread his arms and gave his most innocent smile. "Look, no gallivanting."

Amy resisted for a whole three seconds before crossing the corridor for a big hug. He took her hand in his and they started back towards the console room.

"So who was she?" She couldn't resist asking after a moment.

"Hmm?"

"Who's room was that? Are there still rooms for everyone? Do you keep them around so you can visit?"

"What? Visit? No, no... I didn't even know that was still there. You probably just found it because you were looking for something interesting and the TARDIS obliged by leading you there."

They walked in silence for a few moments, Amy letting the Doctor guide them through intersections and down one of those spiral staircases that always showed up when she least expected.

"So after I'm gone - after we're gone- you'll keep our room too? In case we, you know, popped round for a visit?"

"Sure... sure." The Doctor paused at an intersection and frowned for a moment before taking them to the right.

"Where did you find a teenager into explosives? And don't pretend you don't know what I'm talking about - that room looked like something out of an 80s movie - posters on the walls and everything. Did you swoop down into her backyard and whisk her away as well?" She followed him around another right turn.

"Oh, no." The Doctor waved a dismissive hand and took a corridor branching off to the left. "She managed the whisking part just fine on her own. I found her half way across the universe, thousands of years from her proper time... it's a long story."

"It always is with you." Amy gave him a friendly punch on the arm, but couldn't help notice the distant look of sadness that flashed across his face. "Hey, how about a nice cuppa? Since you're having a night in. My treat."

The Doctor dropped her hand, shifting his weight from foot to foot, a sheepish grin on his face. "Ah, see, I need to.. there's this very complicated... uh, time thing I need to... adjust..." He kept glancing over his shoulder as he backed away.

"I thought you said no gallivanting?" Amy folder her arms across her chest and studied him. "Doctor, are you lying to me?"

"No! Of course not. Me, lie? Why would you say -"

She cut him off with a jab of her finger. "Rule One: the Doctor lies."

"Fair point. But, what I said was that I was not out gallivanting. I may have fudged a bit about..."

"Doctor!" River's voice came around the corner a second before she did. "I'm ready for you..." she all but purred.

"- gallivanting here," he finished lamely. River came straight at him, clearly planning on planting a kiss. She was wearing a tiny white tennis skirt and sleeveless shirt, her rambunctious hair pulled back into a ponytail. The Doctor made a frantic waving motion that had River baffled for a moment, until she spotted Amy around the corner.

"Hello, Mother! I didn't expect you to be up."

"Apparently not." Amy was about to expand on that thought but was distracted by the Doctor staring intently back down the corridor River had come from. "What? What is it?"

"Where did you come from?" He asked River. "I left you in the wardrobe, how did you..."

River shrugged. "I popped by my room for some thing."

"Your room?" The Doctor and Amy exclaimed at the same time.

"Of course, my room."

"Since when do you have a room?" The Doctor asked. "I decide who gets rooms when here. I do not recall deciding."

"Oh, the TARDIS and I worked something out ages ago."

"You and the..."

"He's so cute when he's speechless, isn't he?" River asked Amy. "Just makes me want to keep him that way all the time..." She turned back to the Doctor. "So are we playing tennis or not? Because little white skirts are not usually my style. But clearly I'm going to have to accommodate some of these quirks of yours... "

He brushed past her down the corridor. "Where are you going?" She called after him. "The courts are back the other way this week."

He pivoted on one foot. "I want to see where this room of yours is."

River laughed. "You'll never find it... You can never find it on your own."

Amy almost managed to squash her own laugh before the Doctor shot her a withering glance. He turned back to River.

"And I supposed you find that funny?"

"Oh, no." She moved towards him, wearing a deep frown of concern and sympathy that only began to crack into a smile as she grasped his collar in her hands. "I only find it funny when you can't find your way back to the console room in the morning..."

"Uh," Amy quickly turned away. "I'll just get back to my room now... or sleep in some corner somewhere... OK, goodnight."