What goes around…

The Doctor hummed quietly to himself as he explored the new TARDIS. At first, he and Amy had only looked for, and eventually found, the essential rooms- bedroom (for Amy, of course), bathroom, toilet, wardrobe- and while his new companion familiarized herself with the huge bath, he decided to investigate the other rooms. It was always one of his favourite parts of a newly-designed TARDIS interior, as there were the rooms he recognized, and others he had never seen before in his life. For an hour or more he wandered the hallways, unearthing the library (sans swimming pool), the garden, the zero room.

It irked him, however, that the swimming pool continued to elude him. It wasn't so much that he wanted to use it- he often had better things to do- but he would have liked the option. He often thought the TARDIS was still a little cross at him stealing her all those years ago.

But if I hadn't, he thought to the ship, you would be gone with the rest of your kind, killed in the time war. The humming that emanated from the walls at all times changed slightly in pitch, and the Doctor knew she was agreeing with him.

He stuffed his hands into the pockets of his stolen tweed jacket and hummed merrily as he surveyed the choice of doors in front of him. One looked grand and was beautifully carved; one was an ordinary, English suburban front door and the other looked tatty and slightly in need of a good lick of paint. The Doctor closed his eyes, wiggled his finger in front of his face and then opened them again. His finger would have been pointing to the front door, had it not suddenly switched places with the other two. Instead, he found himself looking at the tatty, decrepit door.

'Ah well,' he said, shrugging. 'I can come back for the others.' Then he realized he was talking to himself, and he decided just to walk though the door.

He didn't really see the room properly straight away- the door handle had been a little bit flaky and he had been busy wiping his hand on his blazer. He was, however, almost immediately alerted to the other occupant of the room by the scream.

'Doctor! What… what are you doing?' Amy squeaked, and the Doctor realised his blunder immediately. He was standing in the bathroom he had left Amy in over an hour before, the mirrors now completely fogged up by the heated water. His companion lay in a bubble-filled bath, only her head visible (thank rassilon), her wide green eyes staring at him in shock. Steam curled gently around her face and her wet red hair was stuck to her brow.

'Whoops,' he said, softly, and then he suddenly found the ceiling very interesting. Amy just blinked at him through her bubbles.

'I got lost,' he explained, still looking everywhere but at her.

'You got lost,' she repeated, her accent coming out strong. He gulped.

'Err, yes…'

'It's your TARDIS? How could you have got lost?'

'It's new!' he defended himself, glaring at her but quickly averting his eyes again. 'Everything moved. I told you I didn't know where the swimming pool was!'

'I thought you meant the swimming pool moved about,' she shouted at him.

'Because that makes a whole lot of sense,' he said scathingly.

'A lot more sense than every room moving about!' she yelled, and then they fell into an awkward silence.

'Err, would you mind, umm, leaving?' she asked quietly. He started, forgetting that she happened to be… in the bath.

'Oh yeah. Of course. I'll… be going, then,' he said, before he quickly escaped through the door he came through, breathing a sigh of relief when he returned once more into the room with the four doors.

'I know that was you,' he said sternly, shaking his finger at the wall. The TARDIS didn't answer.

'What are you trying to do, eh?' he asked again, but his constant companion remained silent. Sentient, but silent.

He once again stared hard at the doors.

'Right, not you,' he said, giving the shabby door an apprehensive look, and instead chose the posh door. As soon as he stepped through it, however, he realised that the TARDIS wasn't giving up that easily. He was, of course, back in the bathroom, and Amy was just getting out of the bath. He fell immediately still and wondered if he could quietly back out before she saw him, but unfortunately she looked up and yelped, pulling her towel tighter around her.

He was chased out the bathroom by a very angry, wet, soapy Scottish girl who seemed determined to hurt him very badly.

'I'm sorry!' he called out behind him. 'I didn't mean to, it was the…'

'TARDIS, yes, you said,' Amy said, managing to look extremely scary in a (rather small) towel, before he found the door slammed in his face.

'Yes, yes, very funny,' he muttered. It may be because he was paranoid, but he could have sworn the TARDIS was laughing at him.

By any other name

She was starting to understand him; starting to see behind his bluster and positive front. She saw it every time his eyes burned with rage, when his face was soft with emotion. Every time he told her she was brilliant.

She also knew because he called her Pond.

It was Amelia when he was being stern- a constant reminder that he knew her when she was younger, that she was younger and that he had authority. It didn't work; she just thought it sounded like a fairy tale.

He called her Amy when he was relaxed, scared for her, just as her name. In other words, when he let his guard down.

When he got too close, too fast, it was back to Pond. 'Come on, Pond.' Hurry up, Pond. Pond. Her last name was awful, and a better ending to 'duck' than Amy. But when it came from him, it was different. It was special. It was a sign she had got even closer to his hidden self. It was like coaxing a frightened rabbit out into the open. Little by little, step by step.

Fair

She supposed it was only fair he had River Song. She had Rory, didn't she? It was good he would have someone when she left to get married.

So why did she feel so disappointed?

…Comes around

The Doctor was in the bath, staring out a rubber duck, when the door flew open.

'Oh, sorry,' said Amy's voice, amused. 'I was looking for the swimming pool.'

It was then the Doctor saw the wicked smile on her face, and remembered that he hadn't put any bubble bath in.

He blamed the TARDIS.

A/N: The idea for the matchmaking TARDIS was from Maira der Panda. Thanks a lot! Great idea. The rest is from the recent episode. Not very linked, I'm afraid- I spent most of it behind the sofa. The weeping angels scare me more than anything else on Doctor Who. Yes, I am a wuss. Anyway, please review; and tell me any drabbles or one-shots you'd like to see- and maybe I'll update sooner than next week!