Okie Dokie, here's chapter Four. I've already gotten the last one written out, I'm just working on the in between chapters. Please feel free to review, and let me know what you think.

Chapter 4

"Amy!" Someone shouted from the outside of the door, pounding on it. The doctor looked up from the soufflé he was attempting to make and towards the door. Amy hopped down off the counter to go and get it.

"No Amy let me! I am the adult. I should answer the door yeah?" Amy smiled and nodded.

"I think that's what adults do. But it's probably just Rory. He's this really annoying boy who sometimes comes over." The doctor hesitated. Rory the Roman. Was he ready for this? Probably not. But he went to the door and opened it anyway. Amy peered out at Rory from behind the Doctor.

"And who might you be young man?" Rory suddenly looked nervous, not at all the Roman he had become. The doctor forgot sometimes that Rory wasn't always as brave, he had started small. He had always had a capacity for understanding though; the doctor admired that about him. And Rory had had the biggest heart of anyone he knew.

"I-I'm Rory." He stuttered. "Is Amy here?" The doctor smiled down at little Rory and opened the door wider.

"Come on in Rory. We were just baking a soufflé."

"Well trying to anyways." Amy giggled. "Rory this is the doctor."

"You're . . . You're real?" Rory asked his tone full of amazement.

"I get that a lot." The doctor grinned and ran back to the kitchen to finish folding the batter, his pink apron covered in flour and egg and milk. Amy grabbed Rory's hand and pulled him along too. "Come along Ponds!" He shouted over his shoulder, cringing when he realized that hadn't happened yet. Maybe they wouldn't notice.

"Did he just call us Ponds?" Rory asked, Amy shrugged.

"Who cares? Come on!" She shouted. Rory, as always, followed her. The doctor was trying his hardest to hold it together, but seeing Rory just aroused his feelings of grief even further. He hadn't just lost Amy, after all. He had lost his best mate as well.

"So do you really have a time machine?" Rory asked him. The doctor thought about the best way to go about this.

"Erm . . . I . . ." He didn't want to create any paradoxes. But he supposed just him being here was risk enough.

"Do you kill aliens?" Amy's eyes widened, thinking back to yesterday. The doctor stopped what he was doing. He set down the rubber spatula and the bowl, and walked slowly over to Rory, he knelt down in front of him. Rory looked frightened, Amy looked worried.

"Rory Williams, I do not kill. I save people, I fix things. That's why I'm called the doctor. I travel around space and time and heal as much as I can. I try to be a good guy."

"And don't good guys kill things?"

"Never." The doctor told him, conviction ringing in his voice. Even if all he was saying wasn't technically true. He had killed plenty of things in his time, but that wasn't something to tell a child. Especially if this could have an outcome on whom Rory became. The doctor smiled. "Want to help with the soufflé?" Rory nodded shyly. The soufflé turned out disastrous, as did most of the Doctor's soufflés, so they just laughed and decided to walk into town to get ice cream. On the way Rory was full of all kinds of questions.

"Can we go in your time machine?"

"Erm . . . Not today." The doctor decided, thinking it might be best not to disrupt the time stream any more than he already was. He frowned. Since when did he take caution into consideration? What was he becoming? An adult? He shuddered. Gross.

"But it is real yeah? The Tarderus?" The doctor stopped walking.

"Rory, she's called the TARDIS. And yes she's real."

"Oh. Sorry." Rory mumbled, looking down at the ground.

"Can we play make believe when we get back to the house?" Amy asked, bored with the current conversation.

"Why wait till we get back? Let's play now?" Amy looked around, at all the people in the town square.

"With all these people watching?"

"Sure!"

"Doctor I think we should wait-,"

"Nonsense Rory, there's no time like the present." And with that the Doctor took off running. The kids followed behind him, Amy laughing, Rory looking dubious and slightly put-off. "WHAT KIND OF GAME SHALL WE PLAY? QUICK! SAY THE FIRST THING THAT COMES TO MIND!" The doctor screamed as he ran through the park.

"TIGERS!" Amy shouted back.

"Umm . . . Knights?" Rory panted as he ran.

"BALLOON ANIMALS!" The doctor exclaimed in glee.

"Doctor can we stop running?" Rory asked, wheezing.

"NEVE-," The doctor started to say as he tripped on his own feet, lanky arms flailing in the air. After the kids had helped him up, they decided that Amy was to be the night protecting Rory the balloon animals against the Doctor, who was a tiger. This resulted in the Doctor, running around the park on all fours, Rory angrily yelling "SQUEEK!" and not allowed to say anything else, and Amy, the twig knight with her wonderful sword of branch, infused with the magical powers of Gallifrey. Soon people stopped to watch, at first odd glances were cast their way, and soon they had an audience. The three friends didn't even notice this, however. They were lost in a world with robots and castles, thorny cages and adventure. Only after they had finished playing and their audience started to clap did they realize they were being watched. They did what came naturally to them. Amy and the Doctor bowed. Rory just stood there, awkwardly blushing. The doctor then took the children to get ice cream and a mother came up to him, her two year old in tow.

"You are such a wonderful parent, playing with your children like that." The doctor was taken aback.

"Oh . . . These aren't my . . . Erm . . . they . . . I'm babysitting."

"Oh! I'm sorry! Say could I get your number? Maybe you could babysit Clara sometime!" The doctor looked down at little Clara, her cheeks were chubby, her hair was black, and she had a sleepy glazed look in her eyes.

"Um, I'm sorry; it's just a onetime thing for a friend you see. . ."

"That's a shame. You seem like such a joy for the kids." The doctor smiled and nodded his thanks, and then with ice cream in hand, the three walked home. Rory said goodbye as it was getting dark out, and Amy and the Doctor ordered Chinese takeout for dinner and played board games until Amy fell asleep on the board. The doctor carried her up the stairs to her room and laid her in bed, pulling the covers over her tiny form.

"Goodnight Amelia." He whispered, as he left the room.