A/N: Sorry Delaware.

And That's Why I Can Never Return to Delaware

(11/Amy/Rory/Angry Mob)

Prompt (...And that's why I can never return to Delaware) from my World Lit Class Journal

The Doctor was running, but that wasn't anything new. Amy and Rory were a few feet behind him as they raced towards the TARDIS, which by that point was covered with strange, foreign graffiti. The world around them was a terrifying world. Tall, ten thousand foot skyscrapers pierced their way through the fluffy, menacing clouds, many of which strangely resembled dinosaurs. Staring at the scary clouds, the Doctor was reminded of the time he had accidentally crashed in a mating cave of T-Rexes in the early 1990's- silly human race, saying the dinosaurs were extinct. The Doctor had proceeded to speaking to the ferocious T-Rexes in Dino-speak, which only resulted in him accidentally insulting their entire race, their soon-to-be children, and even their living quarters. In the Doctor's defense, he had meant well.

Furthermore on the description of the terrifying world the trio had landed in, there were strange, pasty people roaming the streets. Their language seemed to be a mixture of both Dino-speak and Baby-talk, accompanied by a strange accent full of weirdness and un-understandable-ness.

...Welcome to America. Delaware, United States, to be exact. Amy rolled her eyes; only the Doctor could land them in a unique situation, ending with banishment- from Delaware. Of all places, they had to be banished from Delaware? Delaware, the second smallest state after Rhode Island? And it was all because of a simple misunderstanding.

I do not have a pointy nose. Rory grumbled to himself. Only the Doctor could start with the intentions of insulting good 'ole Rory the Roman and end up insulting a whole tavern full of people. The day had started out as a normal day- well, as normal as any day traveling through time and space with a nine hundred year old alien could get. Amy had been pouting because the Doctor had once again failed to take her somewhere spectacular. The Doctor was a bit disappointed also, for he had wanted to go to a purple planet filled with violet ooze, named Oozle, but the TARDIS had other plans, apparently.

They had wandered around for a while, admiring the boring and not-alien sights the not-great Delaware had to offer. Rory was certain the Doctor would never leave, when finally he said it was time to head back towards the TARDIS, for there was no point in staying in a place with no danger, aliens, or people mad at him- besides Amy, of course.

They were halfway back to where they had parked that ancient blue box, when suddenly the Doctor's eyes lit up with an excitement similar to a child's on Christmas morn. Across the street was a lowly tavern, the name printed in rusted letters at the front of the building; "Jimmy Dodger's Rustic Tavern." Amy had tried to convince the deranged Time Lord that the sign said Jimmy Dodger, not Jammy Dodger, the British delicacy he was obsessed with. However, before they could hold him back, the Doctor had entered the tavern and demanded to the bartender a Jammy Dodger, "on the rocks," he added. The dark-suited bartender was wiping out a spotless glass with a bored expression on his face.

Rory had rudely remarked to the Doctor, "This is a bar, Doctor. They aren't going to keep on hand any ridiculous Jammy Dodgers."

Something in the Doctor snapped as his blue eyes flared with anger. "Ridiculous? Ridiculous he says!" He turned to the bartender. "Did you hear him? He said they're ridiculous. Well, he's ridiculous. You... you... pointy-nosed freak!" The silence that filled the tavern could have shattered cities. Unbeknownst to the Doctor, Rory had backed up as he was raging about his Jammy Dodgers and Rory's ridiculousness. A tall woman in her late twenties had stepped in-between the two to order a drink from the bartender, who was still cleaning the same glass with the same bored expression.

The Doctor stammered a nervous apology upon seeing the woman's offended face. "Uhm... well... I didn't mean..." The woman had promptly slapped the Time Lord, leaving a smarting red mark on his right cheek. Suddenly the other people in the tavern noticed the hubbub. The woman was a known friend to all, and they would defend her to the last moment. Before any explanations could be made, several grisly men were swinging their fists at the Doctor, who tried to get out of the fight by apologizing. That apology was smacked out of his mind when a cruel jab met its mark and sent him flying over the bar table, crashing into several glasses and a very hard wall.

Rory winced as he and Amy watched the Doctor's head smack into the wall with a resounding crack. Rory, the pointy-nosed freak, sprung into action, slinging the Doctor's arm over his shoulders and hoisting him up to a standing, yet somewhat wobbly, position. Before anyone else could take a swing at the already injured Time Lord, the three time travelers ran, the Doctor hobbled, out of the tavern and down the street, a slew of drunken swear words following them.

Now the Doctor was seated on the red plushy couch, an ice pack held gingerly to his forehead, which had a nasty, bluish-purple bruise. Rory gave him a patronizing look.

The Doctor pouted. "Sorry I called you a pointy-nosed freak."

"It's alright. I'll forgive you, but I'm not sure if the state of Delaware will," Rory stated.

The Doctor nodded, instantly regretting the movement. "You can be sure that I am never returning to Delaware."

Amy grinned from her seat on the controls. "I second that!"

A/N: Thanks to all who reviewed thus far! You guys are what keeps me going(besides food and Doctor Who). To all who gave me prompts, I am working on them, I promise. :D

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