A/N: Hey guys! I'll be updating 'Parted Minds' soon but I had to get this little one shot out of my head first! I hope you all enjoy it. Thanks to all who reviewed the last one:

Mrs. 11th, MayFairy, padmay97, alyssa love, Simpa007, Shifuni and Brownbug.

Cosmic Gossip

Fred was just lounging about in her room one evening aboard the TARDIS when there was a knock at her door. She tensed, wondering if it was the Doctor. It was eight days after their encounter with the Master and things were only now beginning to get back to normal. She padded across to the door in her small shorts, vest and slippers and pulled it open.

It was Amy. Fred found herself breathing a sigh of relief; as much as she loved the Doctor's company, things still weren't quite right between them. Amy smiled and peered into the room.

"It's much tidier since I was last here."

Fred shot her a confused look. "When were you in here?"

Amy sighed, not sure how to respond. "Errr, that's complicated."

Fred studied her friend before stepping aside and saying, "Then you'd better come in and tell me." Amy seemed unsure until Fred said, "I have two tubs of ice cream in the freezer."

Amy shot inside.

"...and he went mad. Seriously mental. I've never seen him like that before or since." Amy said, leaning against a pink worktop as she finished the story of how she first discovered Fred's room and her diary.

Fred flushed slightly and tried to hide her discomfort by saying, "I'm sure he'd be like that with anyone."

Amy snorted. "Yeah, right!"

Fred opened her mouth, about to disagree before she realised she didn't know what to say. She shovelled a spoonful of cherry ice cream in her mouth instead, still feeling a little embarrassed. She'd never really thought about how the Doctor felt when they were separated seventeen months ago (was that really all? Just seventeen months? It felt like so much more); she had been too caught up in her own misery at the time, thinking that the Doctor had left her to die on purpose. She felt moved by the Doctor's rage when he discovered Amy had been in her room. She felt more moved by the fact he had kept her room exactly as she had left it.

Did her go inside and think of her? Had he really missed her that much?

Amy grinned suddenly. "You must have made quite an impression on him when you were travelling together."

"If that's true, I really don't know how. We disagreed about some stuff quite massively."

"You mean that you were..." Amy trailed off.

"Trigger happy?" Fred finished, a slight smile on her face.

Amy stared at her for a moment before they both began to laugh. "Well, trigger happy or not, he seems to be very keen on you."

Fred made a face. "I don't know. We're just friends."

"Really? Because I've seen some stuff that would imply otherwise." Amy said mischievously.

Fred blanched. "What? What are you talking about?"

"I saw you two having a kissy kissy."

There was a tense pause before they both broke out into hysterics again.

"Kissy kissy? How old are we, Amy?" Fred spluttered.

Amy shook her head, still laughing. "I'm so sorry! I don't know what came over me!"

"Kissy kissy has got to be the worst thing you've ever said." Fred said with mirth.

Amy thwacked her arm. "Shut up! And stop trying to change the subject! Tell me what's going on with you two! I saw you snogging that night you were bowling."

Fred sighed. She couldn't argue with fact. "To be honest, Amy, I don't know what's going on. One minute we're so close and then it's like we barely know each other. Like now. Things are so strained."

Amy sympathised. "I know. But we all know why that is, don't we?"

Fred nodded. "The Master. It bothers him. He seems to be worrying about him all the time. It bothers him that he can't see what he's doing. I think the Doctor would love it if he'd change and come with us but that's never going to happen. It's hard to imagine they were once friends."

They fell into silence for a moment, both lost in thought before Amy ventured, "Yeah but that's not all, is it?"

Fred frowned, confused. "What do you mean?"

"Oh come on! It's obvious that he's bothered about the relationship you and the Master had."

"Is it?" Fred said, surprised and unconvinced.

"Yes! Have you seriously not noticed?"

Fred shook her head.

"As soon as he saw the Master with you on Lamoda he looked so angry. And not just because the Master escaped him. It's like every time he sees him it reminds him of when you were apart and how much it hurt him. Both of you."

Fred swallowed her ice cream and considered what Amy had said. She had never thought of it like that; she'd always thought the Doctor's torment was to do with the Master and the Master alone. To think that he may be jealous was...odd. And it made her heart flutter a little. She cleared her throat.

"Yeah, well. That's all over now. All in the past."

"Is it?" Amy shot back. "Is it over between you two?"

Fred froze. "Me and the Master?" Amy nodded, intrigued to hear her answer. Fred hesitated before continuing, "No. No I don't suppose it is over." Amy raised her eyebrows so high they nearly disappeared into her hairline. Fred noticed her surprised expression and explained her answer. "It's nothing...romantic. It's like a sort of competition now. As soon as I betrayed him he started to actually respect me. I think he likes the danger and the games we play."

"And so do you." Amy said, her tone bordering on disappointment. Fred couldn't deny it.

"Yes, I do." She said quietly. "I can't help it. All the time I'm away from him, I tell myself I won't play his games anymore but whenever I see him...he's like a magnet. I can't resist."

Amy studied her friend again. Fred felt uneasy; she liked Amy a lot and she didn't want to disappoint her with the truth but neither did she want to distract her with a lie. After a moment of tense silence, Amy dropped the subject of the Master to Fred's relief and said through a mouth full of ice cream;

"This is a really nice kitchen, by the way." She gestured around the room with her spoon.

Fred glanced around, smiling. "Yeah, it is, isn't it? I love all the pastel colours and the gadgets are so cool! Look at this," She hurried over to the other side of the kitchen and came back with a small silver device. "It's a something called a pemne according to the Doctor. When there's a mess after I've made some food, I switch this on and it scurries around eating up all the leftovers! How cool's that?"

"Ooh, that is pretty awesome. But how do you get it to stop eating once it's started?"

Fred made a face. "Yeah, that is a problem. Yesterday, it got into my knicker drawer and there are loads of holes in my underwear now!"

Amy chuckled before looking around the kitchen again and whistling. "Now how come you get a lovely new kitchen and Rory and I don't?"

Fred shrugged. "The Doctor gets lazy. Once he's done something, he doesn't want to do it again; he's already bounced onto a new thing."

Amy seemed to consider this. "Hmmm, true. Or maybe...well, you haven't performed any favours for him have you?" She asked half in seriousness and half in jest.

"Amy!" Fred cried, hitting her with her spoon. "Honestly! It's a good job I'm not easily embarrassed."

Amy grinned and winked at her as there was a knock on Fred's bedroom door again. Rory poked his head inside.

"The Doctor wants us all in the console room. Something about killer flowers and friendly aliens." Rory rolled his eyes and beckoned for the two women to follow him. They put the small amount ice cream they had left back in the freezer and followed Rory out of the door and down the hexagonal corridors. Just as they reached the console room, Fred grabbed Amy's arm and whispered,

"Don't tell anyone about our conversation just now. Especially him." She gestured towards the Doctor who greeted them all with a cry of,

"Come on you lot! We've got some murderous tulips on our tails!"

Amy and Fred shared a bemused glace before hurrying down the steps and joining the Doctor. Fred watched him rush here and there, pressing buttons and pulling levers, and wondered if Amy was right. But for now, she pushed the thought to the back of her mind and tried to focus. After all, they were being hunted by murderous tulips.

I hope you liked reading that as much as I liked writing it. I really wanted to write a bonding conversation between Amy and Fred because I imagine they'd get on pretty well!

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