A/N: I was quite pleased the previous chapter's ending meant I had a lot of options open on where to take the story. I'm not going to say much more on that, I'd rather you read the chapter to see how it continued from the last chapter's ending. Oh and I thought I'd mention the fact I have wrote a letter to Matt Smith commenting on how I believe he's done a fantastic job playing the Doctor, and requested a signed picture of him – fingers crossed!

Summary: Amy was continually being tortured by the Dream Lord, but the Doctor realised this was just Amy's nightmare being made into reality, and the Dream Lord was using a psychic link accidently created between the Doctor and Amy (when he cuddled her while she was sleeping). He communicated to Amy through the psychic link, telling her she can control her dream. She made a black hole appear to digest the Dream Lord, and then the pair woke up. The Doctor created a lock on his psychic link to ensure the Dream Lord could never materialize again from it. However, the after effects of the machine he used to create the lock resulted in him being…drunk.

I don't own Doctor Who or its characters, but the BBC does. The storyline is mine though! Enjoy!

Amy had considered trying to pilot the Tardis, but one look at the massive array of different buttons and controls put her off. She didn't want to risk putting them in danger, not after what they've both just been through. She sat down in the chair next to the control column, and stared at the Tardis's floor. The same floor Rory had been lying on not that long ago after stabbing himself. She didn't want to think about it. There must be something to do… she thought. I could always check on the Doctor. He is drunk after all, so God knows if he's still conscious or not. She smiled to herself and made her way back to the door of the Doctor's room.

The door was made from a heavy oak, painted blue, almost like the outside of the Tardis itself. She pressed her ear against the door and heard nothing. "Doctor?" she said, with a worried tone. Still silence. She decided to just peek round the door, so she slowly pushed the heavy oak door ajar. How the hell does he manage to open this heavy thing? She had to lean into the door to get it to open. Her eyes refocused from the bright lights of the corridors in the Tardis to a dim light in the Doctor's room. The dim light only just touched the walls of the room. They were covered in shelves, of which lay books, random objects; Amy didn't comprehend a lot of the objects, most likely because they were from different galaxies. In the centre of all the chaos was a huge bed, and in the bed was the Doctor, curled up in a foetal position, sound asleep.

Amy smiled. The Doctor had that adorable placid expression on his face, almost a smile, but not quite. She went over to his bed, and as she did she saw the floor felt like carpet, but looked like wood. She shrugged it off as probably being some weird material from an even weirder planet. Amy climbed across the bed from behind him; he was facing the edge of the bed sleeping soundly. His bed was blue, silky and quilted. God he doesn't half like blue she thought. She sat down beside the sleeping Doctor, but then changed her mind, and slid right down onto the bed completely, and wrapped her arms around him. He looked so vulnerable and childlike; it was almost out of instinct Amy did it. She heard his breathing, low and slow, but his breathing was like music. She had her ear to his back, and could hear both his hearts beating in harmony, the bass line of the beautiful song he made. Suddenly she felt movement from the Doctor, and he turned round, eyes still shut but facing her, and hugged her back. She was confused as to whether or not he was sleeping, but she wasn't complaining that she had his strong arms encasing her. Amy examined his face seeing as she was so close up; it was so perfectly formed. He had a strong jaw and perfect cheekbones that looked as if they had been chiselled out of marble. His hair was floppy and adorable, and it was of the deepest brown she'd ever seen. "Perfect." Amy said aloud without thinking. As she said this, the Doctor's emerald eyes shot open.

"Oh, hello Pond." He said, beaming. He then rolled on top of her, placing his knees either side of Amy pinning her down. "Wasn't expecting to see you!" he slurred.

Ah, still drunk then Amy thought to herself. She had a thought…

"Doctor, um, you know this…'drunkenness' you're going through, how long does it last?" she asked. The Doctor without moving his fixed but unfocused and blurred gaze on Amy said

"Oh only about…" he paused "half an hour now." As he said this he momentarily shut his eyes and reopened them. It was obvious how out of it he was and Amy couldn't help but laugh. The last thing she thought she would see was the Doctor drunk, of all people. In reality though he wasn't drunk, it was just the after effects of using the machine he had to use. But still… "Oh and you'll know when I'm starting to 'sober up', because my tongue will turn blue!" He grinned. Amy wasn't surprised at the colour it would turn, and didn't care to ask why it changed colour when he sobered up.

"…and do you remember anything that happens afterwards? Anything that happened while you were drunk?" she continued, slightly pouting and smiling at the same time, hoping for a no. Oh the things I could get away with…

"Nooo…" the Doctor looked confused, but then laughed and collapsed on top of Amy.

"Great!" Squeaked Amy.

"What was that? It sounded funny!" the Doctor had his head resting on Amy's chest, listening to her single heartbeat. He closed his eyes, but Amy wasn't going to waste a single minute of the time she had. She rolled him off her and now she was the one to put her knees either side of his, hands either side of his head, pinning him down. The Doctor still had his eyes shut, only just awake, smiling that super cute smile that made Amy melt. She started putting her hands through his hair; it was so silky and smooth, and she smelt him. He smelt of cinnamon and new luscious smells that she had never experienced before. Space smells, she called them. The Doctor opened his eyes.

"Pond, what are you doing?" he said, giggling. She placed a finger on his lips to shush him then replaced her finger with her own lips. She did most of the work, but the Doctor did reply occasionally in the kiss, so finely trained and experienced when it came to the subject – over 900 years he's had to practice. He started sitting up, both of them still embraced in each other's lips, she moved her hips closer to his, and started running her hands through his hair. The Doctor used one of his strong arms to support her back and pull her even closer, and Amy gasped at this. She felt something between electricity and burning, but a satisfying sensation shoot up her spine and spread around her body. Their kisses became more passionate, even if the Doctor was a bit sloppy in his current state. She slid off his braces, undid his bowtie and ripped off his shirt. They paused as Amy examined him. She nearly had her breath took away. His chest was solid, but with a soft touch. So perfectly formed she thought Michelangelo must have taken references from the Doctor's body. She looked up at him and saw him smiling, his mouth slightly open. He was watching her (if a little unsteady) exploring his figure. Her hand went further down his chest, feeling his torso; like his chest it was rock solid, but with a soft, warm, kind touch. They weren't bodybuilder's abs, but they were defined. The perfect body. He placed his hand over hers, which was still resting on his stomach, then moved her hand to his face, letting her feel his perfected features. Amy was mesmerised, and was just about to start another passionate kiss, when she saw the Doctor's tongue. It had turned blue and was glowing it seemed. She quickly unhitched herself from the Doctor's body, ran out his room, and tried to find the library in the Tardis. Amy quickly grabbed the first book she could find, and dived onto a comfy chair. 5 minutes later, the Doctor walked into the library, doing up his bowtie.

"Oh, hi Doctor" Amy grinned, trying to sound as genuine as possible. Fingers crossed he hasn't remembered a thing. Although in a way I hope he has…

"Erm…Amy? What happened when I was…drunk so to speak?"

Amy smiled. "Nothing" she tried to hide her smug face behind the book she was reading.