Funfair:10th Angel/10th Doctor

"Hurry up, Martha!" The Doctor called impatiently from outside the TARDIS. The Angel promptly smacked him round the back of the head.

"Rude," she scolded.

"What is it with you and the back of my head?" The Doctor demanded. The Angel shrugged, drawing her leather jacket closer around her, shivering. The Doctor saw this, and wrapped an arm around her shoulders, earning a grateful smile from her.

"Sorry," Martha's voice came from the TARDIS. She stepped outside, and immediately wrapped her arms around herself, her breath steaming in the air."Where are we?"

"Brom," the Doctor replied, beginning to walk down the slightly frosted hill, to the cluster of bright lights below."The first ever royal fair. And the first time candy floss was ever eaten on the planet, for that matter."

"A fair? Haven't been too one of them in-ugh!" Martha slipped on the frost, managing to regain her footing after a second or two of flailing about.

"Careful, it's a bit slippery," the Angel called, glancing back at their companion.

Martha nodded,"Yeah, I noticed."

"Not much further," Martha breathed a sigh of relief as the Doctor informed her of this. He and the Angel were slightly ahead of her, and she had tripped at least three times on the way down.

"Flat ground," Martha muttered, as they neared the fair."Finally."

She looked up, and saw that the Doctor and the Angel were waiting impatiently for her at the fair entrance. Well, the Doctor looked very impatient. The Angel was just rolling her eyes at his fidgeting.

"Right, what should we do first?" The Doctor asked, as the group strolled through the brightly lit fair."I was thinking the ferris wheel, but Psia doesn't like those-"

"They're boring," the Angel defended. She gestured to the side, where there was a, quite ominous looking, ghost train."Now ghost trains-those are fun."

"You hate ghost trains," the Doctor frowned. The Angel laughed, and shook her head.

"No, you hate ghost trains," she turned and her voice lowered dramatically."He screams like a little girl."

"What, the Doctor does?" Martha looked extremely doubtful.

"Oh, yes," the Angel gave her husband her tenth regeneration's trademark smirk."Don't you, dear?"

"That was at least three hundred years ago!" The Doctor argued, having heard her every word despite the deliberate lowering.

"Whatever you say dear," the Angel turned to Martha."Coming?"

"Yeah, of course," Martha said, smiling."I used to love the ghost train."

The Angel laughed, and walked towards the ride.

"Right. Yeah. You two have fun!" The Doctor called.

"Of course we will!" The Angel called back.

The Doctor nodded,"Yeah. You know, I'm really not coming, right?"

"We know!" The Angel replied, almost at the end of the queue.

He frowned,"Because I'll probably, you know, ruin the experience."

"Probably!" The Angel agreed, whilst Martha nearly doubled over with laughter. She could tell what the Timelady was doing, at it was working.

"Wait, what do you mean probably?" The Doctor sounded a little hurt.

"I mean probably!"

"You mean you expect me to scream?"

"Oh, yes. But don't worry about it!"

"I'm not!"

"Good!"

The two women reached the end of the queue.

"He'll be over in about a second," The Angel whispered to Martha. Sure enough, the Doctor soon joined them.

"I won't scream," he muttered.

"Of course you won't," his wife nodded.

"I really won't."

"Whatever you say, Theta."

He didn't scream. In fact, he spent the entire ride pointing out artistic inaccuracies.

The Angel hit him over the head a lot during that two minutes.