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A/N: As stated in every chapter, I do not own Doctor Who or anything related. I don't work, and don't intend to work, for the BBC, so I never will.
"Amelia Pond. Time lady." The Doctor grinned.
Amy grimaced. "Like my name wasn't fairy tale enough." She had never been one for whimsical pink fairies and their stories. Amy used to protest against anything mildly pink, many a time ruining the dresses her Aunt would try to force upon her. A smirk flashed across her face, she'd enjoyed tearing the fabric apart.
"It's a great name!"
Amy took a playful swing at the Time lord's face, meaning to drop her hand before it made contact. The Doctor wound his long fingers around her wrist, keeping it suspended inches from his face. From the corner of his eye he could see the scars decorating her skin, ugly red slashes on otherwise undisturbed china flesh.
Amy's eyes settled on her wrist, fascinated by the ancient digits that wrapped around it. How had she never noticed how elegant the Doctor's hands were? It was like they were carved out of marble, smooth and cold against her. The touch rivalled –and beat- every time Rory had ever tried to comfort her. Quick to get the thought of Rory out of her head, Amy focussed hard on the current situation. It became a whole less difficult when the Doctor brushed his lips lightly over the scars, applying virtually no pressure to the delicate skin, like it would bruise at the slightest touch.
His eyes had begun to sparkle an enthralling blue-grey as they patiently watched her. They flitted over her face, looking for anything he hadn't noticed before. It was an impossible task, the Doctor had gazed at Amy's face so many times that he could recall every cell with his eyes closed. The Doctor had a tendency to remember the important things, such a glorious face was definitely one of them.
Despite the turmoil of questions in his head, the Doctor remained silent. Amy had most likely had enough of his prying; he thought it best to act normal. Well, as normal as a nine-hundred year old Time lord could be.
"Miss Pond." He whispered the words against her skin. "Would you do me the honour of accompanying me on a date?"
The Doctor hauled himself up onto his feet, pulling Amy up with him. Her balance wavered momentarily; she leant against the Doctor for support.
"Of course, Mister …" She went to use his name again, temporarily frustrated.
"Smith. Tonight, I'm John Smith." The Doctor winked, dragging Amy towards the TARDIS wardrobe.
Amy's eyes widened. She could've been standing in the largest department store in the world, filled with every different style and colour you could possibly imagine. Only, this wasn't a department store, and probably went on to be the size of an entire shopping centre. Perhaps even the size of a city. Not being a girl for shopping and fashion, Amy had no idea where to start. She glanced over at the Doctor, who looked just as awe-struck, even though he must've been in here a billion separate times.
"I suggest starting over here." The Doctor edged her towards the nearest rack, overflowing with an assortment of pretty evening dresses. Amy didn't even dare think about how many digits accompanied the tags.
Amy ran her hands over the fabric, feeling the silk under her fingers. The rainbow of dresses was starting to give her a headache. She could feel the Doctor's eyes on her, watching to see what choice she'd make. Amy presumed he was just curious; she hadn't spotted the archive of bowties that hid just behind the rack she browsed. Rummaging through the rack, a particular dress caught Amy's eye. To her not-surprise, it was TARDIS blue, made from soft, soft satin. A sculpted strapless number, it would contour perfectly with the curves of Amy's body. A smile lit her face. There was no time to search the rest of the city-wardrobe, she was pretty sure there wasn't another dress like this one.
Amy pulled the dress off the rack, clutching the hanger excitedly. She turned to the Doctor, showing him her choice. The smile of approval on his face made Amy's hearts flutter.
"Where are we actually going?" Amy asked.
"Now Pond, it wouldn't be a surprise if I told you, would it? Instruments of torture, what is it you call them, heels? They're over there; I'll be waiting in the control room, okay?" He brushed past her, disappearing behind the rack and seemingly out of the room.
Amy's head was in a state of flurry. All she knew was that she needed to be wearing this dress when she made it back to the control room. Sighing, wishing that the Doctor wasn't so tricky, Amy went off to discover the perfect pair of shoes. She ghosted around the racks, each pair beautiful, but not right. It took her a good five minutes to locate a simple pair of silver high-heels, very basic but divine.
The Doctor was right, instruments of torture. But hell, her feet would look good. Satisfied, Amy discarded her days-old clothes, leaving them in a heap on the floor, and donned the blue dress. She squeezed her feet into the shoes, catching sight of herself in the mirror. She smirked. For a ten minute whizz around a galactic wardrobe, she'd done pretty well. Her hair fell in wild strands, untamed and definitely untameable. Amy guessed she'd have to go for the unruly look. She spotted a jewelled silver clip, and without thinking slid it into her hair, pinning back flyaway locks. There, she was decent.
The sound of her heels against the TARDIS floor echoed around the corridors. So much for surprising the Doctor. He could probably hear her approaching now, probably planning something ridiculously insane.
In the console room the Doctor stood fiddling with his TARDIS blue bowtie. For the first time in goodness knows how long, he was truly nervous. The click of Amy's shoes sent drumbeat pulses through his body. Every nerve was tingling with electricity, a feeling that to the Doctor was most odd. Sure, he'd had the occasional excitement before, but nothing on such a grand scale as this.
The Doctor was pretty sure his hearts dropped through his stomach when Amy appeared in the doorway. The first thing he noticed, embarrassingly, was her legs. They seemed to stretch on forever, disappearing under the frail blue satin. The next thing was her eyes. It would always be her eyes that attracted the Doctor the most. There was something indescribable about the way the different hues blended together. Like a masterpiece, the Doctor thought. A masterpiece worthy of being kept forever in the prestigious gallery that was the Doctor's hearts. Only certain works of art would ever penetrate this gallery. Only Amy's showpiece would ever fit the bill.
"Will you tell me where we're going now?" Amy asked impatiently, stalking towards the Doctor.
"You look…"
And that was it.
The Doctor, the marvellous, brilliant, genius Doctor, was lost for words.
He twisted his hands together awkwardly, waiting for Amy to totter her way across the control room floor. She wobbled uncertainly, her ankles already crying in protest. Only God knew why Amy had chosen these shoes. There was a pair of perfectly respectable ballet flats sitting around somewhere, how badly she wished she'd worn them instead! It wasn't like Amy was a short girl, easily only a couple of inches shorter than the Doctor. Already she could see herself regretting this.
Roughly a million different words whizzed around the Doctor's head as Amy approached. Words like legs and wow and hair and red and oh-my-god-she's-beautiful. Amy making the Doctor speechless was become an all too often happening, much to his distaste. He was meant to be the ever-powerful being, capable of ripping entire constellations to shreds. He was not meant to be, however, a juvenile boy who seemed to lose his tongue every time his girlfriend was in the room. The Doctor presumed it came in the job description of being a loving boyfriend.
The Doctor didn't like to attach that word to himself, but was there really any other word for it? Lover made it sound like they were going behind someone's back, doing something wrong. This is definitely not wrong. Husband was just impossible. Would always be impossible.
He snapped out of the stiff trance phase the second he felt Amy's hand wrap around his. In the time he'd been contemplating Amy had managed to get herself across the console room. Seemingly, without breaking her leg. That in itself, to Amy, was an achievement.
"Come along Pond." The Doctor's grin returned, stretching from ear-to-ear (or at least it felt like it did).
Amy hesitated, zigzagging behind the Doctor, trying to keep her balance. Her hand was still latched on to his, her arm out in front of her, the Doctor's elongated behind him. They may have been more than an arm's length apart, but as long as their hands continued to meet in the middle both parties were satisfied.
Glancing over her shoulder when she heard the TARDIS door lock behind her, Amy stopped moving.
"Where are we?"
A wall of glass spanned to her right, reflecting the lights that seemed to hover by the ceiling. It was far too dark to see what waited on the other side of the glass, but Amy could only imagine it was beautiful. The Doctor had paused too, but not to admire the scenery. A man stood before the couple, dressed in a garish red tuxedo jacket. Presumably part of a uniform.
"Do you have a reservation sir?" The question was well rehearsed, spoken like it was from a mechanical voice box implanted in a robot.
"Don't you recognise me? Oh wait, of course you wouldn't. New face, I forgot." The red-jacket man's eyes had become confused.
"Sir, I…" The man hesitated, unsure of how to react. New face? How is that possible?
The question was easily read on his face, Amy smiled. How was anything possible when it came to the Doctor?
"Mr Smith!" Came a jolly voice from behind red-jacket man. He swivelled, facing the short, stout man that advanced. "Please do ignore Nate, first day on the job. This way!"
The Doctor peered over his shoulder at Amy, hearts wrenching at the grin that played on her lips. Her eyebrows shot up as she watched the short man waddled back the way he came.
"Best not to ask questions." The Doctor said, beginning to follow the man. Amy didn't move for a moment. "What're you waiting for Pond?"
Amy blinked a few times, then again for good measure. She shook her head, following the Time lord into the dark. As they walked they passed all sorts of different creatures, all sat at tables eating delicacies Amy wasn't sure she'd even seen before. She knew full well it was rude to stare, but how could she not when she passed a large green blob with two heads?
The walk to wherever the short man was taking them seemed to be endless. They passed countless couples, parties and some lone people on their journey. Still, Amy had no clue what was going on.
"Sunrise is in an hour, you'll be taking part in the festivities, correct?" She heard the short man ask the Doctor a few feet ahead of her.
"Correct. Her feet will probably have dropped off by then, but never mind." Amy felt two pairs of eyes assessing her footwear.
"My shoes are fine." Amy scowled, catching up with the Doctor.
"Yes Pond, they're lovely but they're not dancing shoes are they?"
"Dancing? You mentioned nothing about dancing!" Amy crossed her arms, unimpressed. Before them was a round table, draped in a blood red silk table cloth embellished with beautiful twirling silver patterns.
"I never mentioned anything Pond." The Doctor winked before taking a seat, indicating she should do the same.
Amy sighed, sitting on the plush silver chair opposite the Time lord.
"Is everything satisfactory?" The stout man still stood by the Doctor, waiting for his approval.
"Perfect. Just..." his eyes met Amy's intensely. "Perfect."
Owow Maddie, you managed a happy chapter ending! Savour the happy guys, it takes a turn in the next chapter - Chapter 10! Can't believe I've written that much! I have no idea how long this story will be, as long as I can maintain quality it can be as long as forever.
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