Hi guys! To start off with, can I just say thanks for all the lovely reviews I'm getting? You make me so happy! Thanks to all of you who've put me on story alert and have added me as a favourite author or added this as a favourite story! I couldn't do it without you!
Right, this chapter is basically a bit of a fluffy joint between one story line and the next. I hope you enjoy it!
Normally, it would only have taken the Doctor and the futuristic technology of the medical bay three minutes to fix Amy's head wound, but he chose to draw it out, revelling in the feeling that he was saving his Amy, where no one else could (well this quickly and efficiently anyway). He loved the feeling that coursed through his fingers as they danced lightly across Amy's brow, healing her as they went along.
"Are you done yet?" Amy whined, bored already, as the Doctor made the finishing touches to his doctor (how ironic) act by smoothing some green balm into her forehead where the gash had once been.
"Juuuust..." he made one last sweep with his fingers, "about done." He screwed the lid back on the jar and put it on a high shelf that Amy would never be able to reach.
"Soooo, can I go now? I have so many things I could be doing right now," the Doctor raised an eyebrow, "most of which involve you, come to think of it." She added cheekily.
"Come to think of it?" he echoed, mimicking her. Amy made to open her mouth again, but was interrupted by the Doctor,
"Amelia Pond," Amy groaned and made a start at telling the Doctor to stop calling her that, but the Doctor took no notice, "you have had quite enough excitement for one day. You are sleep deprived and most importantly, you almost drowned."
"But I didn't, did I?" She said intertwining her fingers with the Doctor, who was stood up next to her. She began to swing her legs from where she was sat on the hospital-style bed.
"That's not the point, Pond. I'm keeping you here for observation; we'll see how you are in the morning. Right where do you have a dry pair of pyjamas?" They were both still wet from the whole swimming pool escapade.
"Doctor! Is that really necessary? I'm fine!" She stood up a little too quickly and swayed on the spot. The Doctor caught her, untwining their fingers and wrapping his arms around her shoulders for support.
"Hmm, it seems that way." He said sarcastically.
"Whatever, I am fine, or I will be after I've slept it off, still not tired by the way though, but I am not sleeping here. You can observe (or whatever you want to do) me in my room thank you very much." She said finally, poking him in the chest to emphasise the point. He gave her a mock hurt face, then looked straight into her eyes,
"There's no persuading you, is there?"
"Nope."
"And you don't think it's weird at all, having me there, whilst you sleep, in your room?"
"It's fine, no different to here, is it?"
"It's your bedroom!"
"Doctor. Look at me. It. Is. Fine." She said emphasising the words. They were so close that their faces were almost touching; Amy bridged the gap with a short, sweet kiss.
"Right then," he said clearing his throat, caught pleasantly off guard by Amy, "let's get you into bed then."
"And I am walking this time." Amy stated,
"If I think you're up to it." The Doctor joked, watching Amy take the first few steps on her own, before deciding that she was still a bit shaky and slipping his arm around her waist.
Once they had arrived at Amy's room, Amy went to take a bath and get ready for bed whilst the Doctor was left to stress out that he was going to be in a girl's bedroom over night, and not only that, he was involved with the girl in question which made it an even bigger obstacle in his mind. The only thing he could think about was how completely improper this was, but then, after reflection, he was reminded of how important the job he was there to do was. Amy emerging from the bathroom in her fairly close fitting pyjamas sealed the deal.
Amy wandered over from the en-suite roughly towelling her wet hair and yawning.
"Time for sleep?" the Doctor asked her, smiling slightly when he saw her yawn,
"Not really, I assure you Doctor, I'm really not tired!" she threw the towel at her chair, missed, shrugged and carried on wandering towards the Doctor.
"Right, of course you're not." he smirked as he saw her stifle another yawn. He pulled back the corner of her bed covers and helped her get in. After tucking her down (to much protest of "I'm not a child!") he switched off the light, then turned to sit in her arm chair across the room from the bed (he moved the dress whilst she was in the bathroom).
"Oh no you don't" came Amy's voice, slightly muffled through the covers she was tightly tucked under.
"Oh no I don't?" the Doctor replied, confused, "Oh no I don't do what?"
"Sit over there! I need you over here thank you." She wriggled free slightly and patted the space next to her on the double bed. She giggled at the horrified look on the Doctor's face.
"Not for that! Honestly Doctor, I don't have a one track mind you know! How can you see me from over there? Plus, it's... er... cold." she bluffed, the TARDIS had made the room warm and cosy for her specially earlier, but luckily she understood Amy's want for company and didn't bear any grudge.
The Doctor realised what look was on his face and smiled instantly, embarrassed about what he'd thought she'd meant.
"Um, actually, my eyes can see fine in the dark, Timelord stuff, but if you're cold, I suppose I could sit next to you... It's really not like the TARDIS though, I mean, I can't feel it, Timelord stuff again; we don't get cold as easily, but I guess she's still playing up. I seem to have upset her today..." he realised he was blabbering and decided just to shut up and move over to sit on the side of Amy's bed. He felt her fore head.
"Your temperature seems ok, are you sure you're cold?" He was starting to understand her ploy, she just wanted the company, she had nearly drowned and wanted to know she wasn't alone in the dark. He lay down next to her.
"Um, slightly." Amy said, though it sounded like a question. She wriggled over under the covers and snuggled up to his side warily setting her head down on his chest. She winced slightly as she put it down, waiting for him to move awkwardly and push her gently off, but he didn't. He smiled and began to stroke Amy's hair softly, soothing her to sleep.
"You can be my personal hot water bottle." She whispered, stifling another yawn and listening to the rhythm of his double heart beat.
The Doctor smiled again and replied, "Anything for Miss Pond."
After a while, Amy began to drift off, leaving the Doctor to think about what they'd do next. The Dagobah system seemed too boring and touristy now.
"Hey Pond?" The Doctor said softly too her, trying to keep her relaxed.
"Hmm?" She replied sleepily,
"I've got to put in an appearance at one of Victoria and Albert's parties. Fancy being my plus one?"
"Yeah, sure..." Amy murmured before slipping off into a deep sleep, blissfully unaware of what was in store for here tomorrow.
Yes I know they've done Queen Victoria before, but this is completely new, honest!
Any way, thanks for reading through to the end! I do, however, have to make an apology. Any Star Wars fans may remember that I spelt Dagobah wrong in the last chapter. For this I am truly very sorry, please don't smite me! :) Therefore, I must dedicate another sharpness cookie to JuliaAurelia for pointing this out and showing me the error of my ways!
I'll update as soon as I'm back from London, which should be by about Sunday or Mondayish. Sorry for the delay!
Ellie x
