A/N: I'm sorry it's taken me soo long! Life got in the way as it does and this chapter/song combination is a monster! So here's a little filler bit based around the song I'm using for the next chapter. I plan to have the next one uploaded as soon as I can!

Chapter 7- An Interlude in the TARDIS

(Panic at the Disco – Ballad of Mona Lisa)

The Doctor took off his goggles and wiped his forehead, squinting at his recent repairs to the TARDIS's circuitry. Nodding to himself, he hung up his goggles on a nearby lever and walked to the kitchen. He was so intent on finding some jammie dodgers and a cup of tea it was a couple of moments until he realised Amy was in the kitchen too.

'Oh Pond! Didn't see you there! You want some tea?' He said putting the kettle on, a packet of jammie dodgers already in his hands.

'Morning! Umm… afternoon? Being on the TARDIS makes it hard to keep track of time!' Amy laughed. 'Tea me up Raggedy Man!' she replied, dangling her mug on the end of finger.

As the Doctor reached for Amy's mug, he noticed that for once, Amy had plain nails. Not a trace of polish was visible on her hands, but some stained red cotton wool nearby and a faint whiff of nail polish remover in the air gave it away. On closer inspection, among the remnants of Amy's breakfast lay a case containing several bottles of polish and a larger bottle of pale pink nail polish remover crammed into it.

Amy smiled and turned to her case of nail varnish, finally selecting one she'd bought recently. A lovely deep blue that was as close the TARDIS blue as she could find, having fallen in love with the exterior colour since she was small.

The Doctor put her mug of tea down on the table and sat down opposite her. She looked up briefly to say thank you and smiled at the Doctor before returning to painting her nails. He'd never seen her concentrate so much on something before. He sat there fascinated by the rhythm Amy had set up for herself as she painted her nails, each stroke was near perfect.

A short while later Amy sighed and stretched her hands out in front of her, admiring her nails in the bright kitchen lights. Satisfied, she blew gently on her nails in attempts to make them dry faster, glancing across the table to see the Doctor looking avidly at her.

'Do you think you could maybe stop staring at me?' she asked.

'I just happen to find it interesting that you can concentrate on painting your nails but can't follow simple instructions like not wandering off!' The Doctor replied, a grin on his face.

'I'm sure I don't have to tell you that it's more fun that way!' Amy said, smirking.

Amy left the kitchen, nail varnishes and tea in hand to finish painting her nails in peace, away from where curious hands couldn't get at them.

He came back across her a couple of hours later after he'd gotten distracted from deciding to tinker with the toaster. He had wandered towards the library and swimming pool room, figuring that would be where Amy would be, reading some soppy romance novel, like she usually did when they weren't on an adventure. On entering the room he heard faint music coming from where the pool was located in the library so he wandered among the shelves towards the music.

Amy was indeed here. She was sprawled out on a sun lounger at the edge of the pool, despite the lack of sun. In her hand she had one of her favourite novels, one of those ones with the typical fantasy male clutching a seemingly helpless female. A brightly coloured table, completely at odds to the décor in the library, sat at her side with a small cd player and a glass of water resting on top. The Doctor didn't really understand the fascination with the novels when you could go anytime, anywhere in the TARDIS. What he hadn't counted on was her attire.

She was dressed, well dressed was perhaps a generous word for it, in a navy blue and green diamond patterned cut away swimming costume that matched her new nails. Amy definitely wasn't a helpless female; she knew exactly what her looks could do to men. That's why she sat there with a sly smile on her face as she spied the Doctor coming around the edge of the section closest to the pool. She hadn't intended on the Doctor coming across her by the pool but she'd love to see his reaction as she'd missed the first time she'd embarrassed him. He'd bolted before she could peek around the door, let alone hand him his jacket back. Which, now she came to think about it was still hung over a chair in her room. She made a mental note to return it to him later as he rounded the last bookcase.

She was disappointed though, as he didn't look a tiny bit embarrassed. As the Doctor came closer to Amy she put her book down in her lap and looked up at him in faint interest.

'So what brings you to this corner of the TARDIS?' She asked.

'The TARDIS doesn't have corners' He replied huffily before continuing. 'Well I remembered that I was going to come find you after I'd finished some repairs. So here I am, a little later than intended but we're in a time machine so it doesn't really matter. Now there was somewhere I was planning on taking you…' The Doctor continued to speak but Amy tuned out, a skill she'd quickly picked up when she began travelling with the Doctor.

'Oh… I remember! I was just thinking we should go see Mona Lisa, or using her real name, Lisa del Giocondo. You know, find out about the woman behind the mysterious picture!' said the Doctor with a flourish, a grin on his face.

'Oooh, that's Italy right?' Amy looked thoughtful. 'What clothes should I wear?'

The Doctor opened his mouth to reply but before he could answer her, he found her book shoved into his hands as Amy took off into the depths of the TARDIS in search of the wardrobe.

A short while later Amy returned to the console room, where the Doctor was looking very bored waiting for her to return. She was dressed much more conservatively but Amy being Amy, there was more skin on display than there should have been for that time period. She'd found a pair of denim shorts and a red shirt, thinking them to be more practical than the clothes she usually wore on adventures. It wasn't that easy to run in a mini skirt last time they got into trouble!

The Doctor had given up telling her it was more likely to get them into trouble with her dressed in such a way, as each time she'd just smiled and walked out of the TARDIS into whatever adventure they had next.

The Doctor pulled the lever and sent them flying through time and space to land in what he hoped was early 16th century Italy.