AN: Yet another! It's kinda scary. I don't own Doctor Who, the BBC does. If I did I'd be rich.

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Tinkering

Ah tinkering. That fine art of just rearranging wires until the thing worked properly. This was the Doctors general way of fixing the TARDIS. He would take a wire and put it into another socket. Rinse and repeat until electrocuted. It was simple, really.

Apparently, teaching Rory and Amy to do the same thing wasn't. It had been decided he would have to do this after one of their… sexcapades had ended up knocking the primary buffer panel off. Or, at least, that was what he was telling them. Really he just wanted them to learn, just in case. He wasn't going to teach them how to fly the TARDIS, but they're help in repairs would make dangling upside-down far less tedious. However, they didn't seem to understand the basics of tinkering.

"Where does this go?" Amy asked. She had tied her hair in a messy ponytail for the special occasion.

"It doesn't go anywhere. You just… stick" the Doctor said, miming sticking something to get the point across.

"But, how do I know where to stick it?"

"You don't know! That's half the fun!"

"Unlike you, I don't have the masochistic urge to electrocute myself Doctor"

The Doctor was saved from replying from Rory entering, looking thoroughly blown up. His face was covered in soot and his hair stood on end. It would look comic if he wasn't also bleeding. Amy was up ahead of him, peering at his face worriedly.

"What happened? Are you OK?" she asked, planting a small kiss on his lips, before the Doctor was on him, scanning with his screwdriver and peering at Rory.

"The TARDIS decided to explode in my face. I'm fine" Rory replied, a slight amount of deadpan snark in his voice.

"What did you do to her?" Amy shot him a glare as he asked but he ignored her.

"Nothing. I was just walking! I swear"

"Is he OK?"

"He'll be fine. Just a little cut. But why did the TARDIS just explode. It all seems fine up he-"

That's when the world turned upside down. The floor became the ceiling and the ceiling became the floor, which is why they were all lying on it.

"Pond! Did you reroute the gravitational matrix?"

"Huh?" Amy replied, still disoriented. He was already on his feet, pacing.

"Did you plug the red wire into the yellow socket?"

"You told me too!"

"Pond! Now I have to recalibrate it!"

"That can't be too hard can it?"

"From the ceiling!"

"Oh. That might be an issue"

It turned out to be an issue. A big issue. Probably exemplified by the fact the Doctor was hanging off of the upside down console, trying to see the controls. She was cradling Rory's head in her lap, as he was apparently still woozy. Or he just wanted a chance to have his head in her lap. Either way, they watched as the Doctor dangled, ranting as he did.

"Here I am, brain the size of a planet, and my stupid-"

"I said sorry! You told me too!"

He continued as if he wasn't interrupted. "Companion decides to upend my TARDIS and get us all sitting on the ceiling. I ought to-"

Amy began to ignore him, and took the fact that things couldn't get any worse as a bright spot.

She was wrong.

Very wrong.

"Hello sweetie" That wrong. Amy watched as River opened the door and so nearly stepped into the upside down TARDIS. She looked at the Doctor, a bemused grin on her face. "Did you reroute the gravitational matrix?"

"No, Pond did!"

"Amy, why were you messing with his TARDIS. You know how he is."

"He told me too… Wait, why're you here?"

"The TARDIS just landed here"

"Yep. That'd be that failsafe. Since it couldn't land in itself it decided River's cell would be the best place to land"

"Lucky for you sweetie. It's the third lever on the left dear" she said with a small grin at him. He replied with a much larger grin.

"You two might want to get ready"

"Doctor!"

He pulled the lever.

They were all lying on the floor of the TARDIS, laughing like hyenas. River had fallen onto the Doctor at some point.

"I could kiss you!" the Doctor shouted.

"Go ahead sweetie"

And he did.

And then he left, again.

She'd thought it would be their last, his first. Luckily, she got one more. One more before he drifted away.