No update for AGES, you guys must've thought I'd fallen off the face of the Earth! I'm sorry for not updating, I've just been busy around Christmas and New Year.

Godric'sGrl01 (Reviewer) - Sorry, but I will make no comment on this. You'll have to find out my lovely! Maybe I'll quote River, 'I'm not saying you're right. But you're good." Give you any clues? Haha, I'm evil.

And a very creative chapter title, I know. I couldn't think of anything else. Read on!


The pair finally reached the TARDIS, panting for air from all of the running. Although it took the Doctor less time to get his breath back.

Amy suddenly erupted into a fit of giggles, clutching her stomach as she made her way up the steps to the centre console. The Doctor looked at her curiously.

"What's so funny?"

"Uh... I don't know... nothing," Amy said between giggles, leaning an arm on the console and finally managing to control herself. She guessed it was from the relief of escaping.

"Then why are you laughing?" the Doctor had that adorable pout on, his hair hanging over one eye which made him look ridiculously cute. Amy froze and gazed him in the eyes, he was so perfect.

"I-I... no reason." He looked up at her through his fringe and at that moment all she could focus on was how sexy he looked. All she wanted to do was run over and kiss him breathless.

"Amy, you're looking at me in that way again..." he began, brow furrowing. "That way which I cannot describe..."

"Which way?" she questioned, taking a step towards him.

"That way... like all you wanna do is..."

"What?" Amy purred, lips slightly parted and now centimetres away from his, both their breaths now coming in shallow pants.

His mouth opened to speak, but he was cut off by the distinct shrill ringing of the TARDIS phone. Sighing, they broke apart and he reached for the phone, holding it to his ear, listening to the voice on the other end for a few seconds before replying.

"Oh, Winston!" he cried cheerfully. "Old pal! What is it you want this time? Trying to steal my TARDIS key?"

"Doctor! I have something to show you!"

/\\\

The TARDIS landed in the Cabinet War Rooms, and Amy and the Doctor stepped out to greet Winston Churchill. Amy was shocked: she was actually meeting Winston Churchill, the actual one. No one she ever knew would ever get a chance to meet him, she was the only one ever in her entire generation. It was phenomenal. At first she didn't believe her own eyes.

But then she found out that the Doctor was late again, one month late this time, if only he'd been just that amount of time when he came back for her. She had to wait much longer than that.

Churchill led them to the roof, and Amy gazed out into war-torn London, grasping the Doctor's hand tightly. Her eyes almost glazed over; all the people that died during the war, it broke her heart that people were that brave and patriotic.

She stared in utter shock when a bunch of German aeroplanes flew over, and then were shot down by several blue laser shots. That was definitely not from this time period. And apparently the Doctor thought the same.

They went to meet Bracewell, head of the 'Ironsides' project. The Doctor was met with the horrifying truth of who shot those blue laser bolts. He told her that they were 'Daleks', his worst enemy. But Amy didn't know what or who the Daleks were, which the Doctor didn't understand at all. They invaded her world, how could she not remember them?

They retired to Churchill's office, in which the Doctor tried to convince Churchill that they were not in fact 'Ironsides', they were Daleks. He was shocked when his old friend produced blueprints, photos and test results that Bracewell had given him as proof of inventing them.

Continuing, the Doctor asked Churchill to eliminate the Daleks, but Churchill instead began thinking what he could do with 100s or 1000s of "Ironsides". Sourly, the Doctor pointed out that's why he's trying to get him to listen. At wit's end, the Doctor asked Amy to tell Churchill about the Dalek invasion of Earth, but Amy had no memory of any planets in the sky or the Dalek invasion, which disturbed him greatly.

/\\\

They terrified her. The oblivion continuum bomb that they threatened to detonate: she was scared out of her wits. She literally thought that she was going to die. She didn't want to lose her Doctor. But the fleeting thought came to her; and ended up saving the entire world. Once again she made her Doctor proud, and he gave her a thankful kiss on the lips, stroking her hair in that sweet way of his.

When they retreated to the TARDIS, Amy found out that the Doctor did in fact have enemies; and lots of them. He asked her if she was still OK travelling with him, and giving him a playful punch in the arm she told him that she wouldn't give him up for anything. But he was still puzzled about the fact that she didn't remember the Daleks, but put it aside to continue their adventures. The TARDIS de-materialised, to reveal a shining crack in the wall, shaped exactly like the one on Amy's bedroom wall when she was seven years old.

/\\\

The next place they went to was an alien planet, after plenty of pleading from Amy. They followed a Home Box to pick up a mysterious woman, whom the Doctor apparently knew from before, and from the look on his face Amy could tell he resented her. They were led to the crash site of the spaceship Byzantium, and Amy was outraged how River treated the TARDIS like she owned the place, and treated the Doctor like she owned him. But Amy thought she noticed the iron glares that she was giving her when she batted her eyelids at the Doctor, brushed past him whilst she flew the TARDIS even better than he himself could, and flirted with him constantly.

When she exited the time machine and onto the planet, the Doctor told Amy that they were leaving, which she whooped at. But then a thought occurred; there was a planet out there. She wanted to see a planet. The Doctor grudgingly accepted for five minutes, and Amy grinned, skipping outside. Little did he know she had a devious plan.

As soon as River gave the Doctor another flirtatious smirk when he had to sonic her to boost a signal, Amy could stand it no more. When the devil woman turned to face them again, she grabbed the Doctor by the lapels of his tweed jacket and crushed their lips together. After giving a grunt of surprise and a few arm flailing movements, he began to regain his senses and kiss her back, burying his fingers in her thick, ginger hair. She eagerly thrust her tongue into his mouth, kissing him with all she had, and relishing in River's look of surprise and mock horror. Her fingers buried themselves in his hair, tugging slightly and causing him to let out the tiniest of moans.

Breaking away and panting for air, lips swollen from kissing, they both looked at each other; the Doctor's eyes wide with shock. He certainly didn't expect that.

For the rest of the time she noticed the dirty looks River was giving her when she wasn't looking, but she actually was and saw every single one of them. River pretended to be nice to her, but really she was jealous like hell inside.

The Weeping Angels. Apart from the Daleks, Amy had never encountered such a scary creature in her entire time with the Doctor. What scared her more was that if she blinked, even for a second, she could die. Luckily she found out the strategy about opening and closing each eye individually, but it was still extremely difficult.

And the crack in her bedroom wall, it was there. It was following her, and she had no idea what it was meant to mean. But with the Doctor, she didn't look at anything the same any more. Any weird phenomena, before the Doctor she would've called it a figment of the imagination. But it had to be aliens. Or something of the sort.

/\\\

They were on a beach, with River handcuffed and waiting to be beamed back up to prison. Amy sat down, wrapped in a blanket like she was in a cocoon. The Doctor stood, staring out into the distance where the horizon met the sea. The only sound she could hear was the soft wind, and the impatient waves rolling upon the shore.

Eventually River was beamed up in a hurricane of grey clouded smoke, after whispering something to the Doctor about the 'Pandorica'. Amy realised that she didn't have to walk out with her eyes shut in the first place, since the Angels had fallen into the crack, therefore causing their existence to cease. They never existed.

The pair quickly returned to the safety of the TARDIS. After two breathtaking adventures, they needed some rest. Well the Doctor thought that Amy needed some rest. He didn't sleep as often.

But the redhead clearly had other ideas.

"Theta," she said, stalking over to the Doctor who was fiddling with the controls. "I want to go home."

He froze solid. His eyes grew wide as he turned to face her. She looked up at him quite normally. Had he done something wrong? Why would she want to go home?

"What...?" he choked out. "Why? My Amelia... why would you want to go home?"

Amy smiled and let out a cute giggle. "No, not like that! It's just... I have something to tell you."

"Thank Rassilon! I thought you actually wanted to leave," the Doctor sighed in relief, pressing a kiss to her forehead, and before they knew it, the TARDIS was heading for Leadworth, the place where the two first met all those years ago.

/\\\

They both sat on Amy's bed, gazing intently at each other until Amy's smile broke the unbearable silence.

"So..." the Doctor wondered, lacing his fingers together on his lap. "What is it that you wanted to tell me?"

"Not really tell you, more ask you," Amy corrected, a slight blush creeping to her cheeks. "I was alone in the dark, and I nearly died. And it made me think..."

"Well natural, I think sometimes, well lots of times," the Doctor quipped, and Amy glared jokily at him.

"If you'd let me finish my sentence... it made me think about us. I was almost torn apart when I thought that I was going to lose you. I thought back to the first time... the first time we made love."

That remark caused the Doctor to blush slightly, and he looked into his lap in hope to hide the blush from Amy.

Luckily it seemed to go unnoticed by the redhead. "I-It was in this room. Technically not on this bed, but my bed. Doctor, I was scared today. I was properly petrified. And... and I want you to make love to me."

His head shot up and he stared wide eyed at his Amy. She was asking him to make love to her... how could he possibly refuse.

They began to lean in until their lips finally met, and the pent up desperation finally released from their bodies and began to build into passion... a need for each other. Clothes were already being torn at, and it was mere seconds before the Doctor was lying only in boxers on top of his companion, their mouths inseparable. Hands roamed everywhere at once, feverishly touching every inch of bare skin.

/\\\

It was quite late now, and both bodies were sweat-soaked but their needs were sated for now. They lay together, tucked beneath Amy's covers, their naked bodies entwined. Amy's breath was soft and warm against the Doctor's face, and for a moment he was reminded of the sleeping Amy on their first time. It was many years ago and was only a faint image in his mind, some features distorted. Either way, she looked beautiful and perfect.

He felt the need to touch her face, and ever so lightly traced his fingers over her forehead, across her cheek and to her lips. They were hotter than usual from kissing but they were slightly parted, and he could feel her warm breath tickling his fingertip. She looked so peaceful in her sleep. He'd obviously tired her out.

/\\\

The morning light seeped through the window, stinging his sleepy eyes. He'd actually had a proper night's sleep; that didn't happen often. When they'd done this before he'd usually lay there and think, but this time he felt so relaxed, so at peace with his mind, that he'd simply drifted off without trouble. Stretching out his scrawny limbs, the Doctor rolled over to find Amy's eyelids fluttering open, a smile gracing her features.

"Morning," she murmured sweetly, pressing a quick kiss to his lips.

"Morning," he replied before wrapping an arm around her. "Hmm... I think I could just lie here all day."

"Lazy bones, we have to get up eventually! I thought you liked the running about and saving planets part of our life."

"Of course, but I think a rest is due, Pond."

"Point. And I completely agree with you. I could just lie here all day too, as long as you stay with me."

Quick to change her mind, the Doctor thought, but it was soon brushed away as his lips engaged in a battle with hers. The soft smack of their lips resonated throughout the small room, but was quickly interrupted.

Knock knock knock.

The sound of someone's fist pounding the wood of the door echoed throughout Amy's house for a few moments, startling the pair who were now rolling about in the bed, giggling with glee. After some difficulty they managed to tear their lips apart, staring deep into each others' eyes.

"I forgot Doctor... what date is this?"

"A day before I came to pick you up."

"So you pick me up today?"

"Yeah."

"Forgot, I had a party last night at my friend's a few miles from here. I came back in the late afternoon. Thank God, I was worried I'd meet myself there."

The Doctor chuckled. "So who's at the door?"

"No idea, but we better get dressed pretty quick. We don't want whoever it is to come up and see us both nak..."

"Amy! Can I come in?"

Typical Rory, walks in like he owns the place, Amy mentally sighed to herself, groaning and hiding beneath the covers.

"Rory, no! Not at the moment, I'm... busy!"

"Why, what are you doing? Jasmine's out here with me, we were wondering if you wanted to come round today?"

"What time is it?" Amy grumbled.

"Oh, it's only two o'clock in the afternoon. What, are you still in bed?"

"Yeah."

'Two o'clock?!' Amy mouthed to the Doctor, who simply shrugged.

"Can I come in now? I'm getting impatient."

"NO!" Amy snapped perhaps a little too harshly, and she saw the door hand be released again and a sigh came from outside the door.

"Amy, you only have to say no if you don't want to come. We can always-"

"No, Rory, I'd love to come, just give me a few moments. I need to get dressed."

"You don't usually sleep naked Amy, why..." then he suddenly realised how wrong that sounded and slapped his hand over his mouth, mentally scolding himself. "Oh God, I'm sorry! I didn't mean it like that, I don't watch you in your sleep!"

Amy laughed, then frowned. "And how would you know that, stalker?"

"When you stay the night at ours in your own room... oh, how stupid am I sounding. I'll shut up now, shall I?"

"Yeah, do shut up, stupid face."

Then the realisation hit him in the face. "Oh! God, I'm sorry, again! I'll leave you to get changed and ready, do you mind if me and Jas wait downstairs in the living room?"

"Not at all. Make yourselves at home and whatever you do, don't disturb us like that again." Then she realised what she just said and cursed violently under her breath.

"Us?" Rory chuckled and made his way downstairs with Jasmine.

"Who's Jasmine?" the Doctor wondered, speaking for the first time in ages.

"Oh, Rory's fiancée. They're getting married tomorrow. The day after you took me, they were getting married. I was going to be bridesmaid at their wedding."

"That's nice. Now, before we get up, there's something very important that I need to tell you, Amy. Very important."

Amy's eyes widened as the Doctor cupped her cheeks and took a deep breath. "What is it, Theta?"

"Amy, I think you're..."

"Oh, shit! I just spilled the coffee! It's all over my jeans!"

The voice was coming from downstairs, and obviously from Rory. The pair froze and Amy let out a chuckle.

"That's so like Rory. Now come on, let's get up."

The Doctor's mouth opened to speak, but before words could escape Amy was out of bed and picking up all of her dirty clothes and putting them into the washing basket. Sighing, the Doctor decided that what he had to tell her could wait, or she'd probably end up finding out for herself.

"Oh my goodness! Why would he do that?"

Amy and the Doctor walked hand in hand into the living room to find Rory and Jasmine curled up on the sofa watching TV and drinking hot mugs of coffee. They were laughing together so hard that their coffee threatened to spill over the edge of their mugs.

Amy cleared her throat a little too noisily.

Rory's head whipped around. "Amy!"

Then he spotted the Doctor. "What? What's the Doctor doing here?"

"Rory, we're sort of... together," Amy explained awkwardly, moving over to sit down on the sofa to the left of theirs, the one closest to the door.

"Hello," the Doctor exclaimed, giving Rory a small wave and he smiled in return.

"Oh my God! He wears a bowtie!" Jasmine giggled, pointing to the Doctor's red bow tie and the Time Lord looked down at the garment, brow creased in confusion. "Amy, I didn't think you were into the university professor types!"

Amy shot her a sarcastic glare. "He's not a university professor, Jasmine. He's a..."

"Bowties are cool," the Doctor piped up. Everyone looked at him like he was a complete idiot.

Rory broke the silence. "So you're going out then? He seems perfect for you, Amy."

Amy smiled sweetly. "Thanks. And yes, if you put it like that, we are. Rory, come with me, I need to show you something. It's quite important, actually."

"What is it?" Rory asked.

"Everyone, follow me. Come on, Doc," Amy beamed, and dragged the Doctor by the hand with her who frowned. Rory and Jasmine followed close behind.

"Doc?" the Doctor whispered into Amy's ear, and she smirked in response.

"You call me Pond," Amy chuckled and flung open her bedroom door, where the TARDIS stood proudly. Rory and Jasmine simply gulped and stared in awe at the blue box that was in her bedroom.

"W-where are we going?" Rory wondered, but Amy shushed him as she pushed the door open and stepped inside. The Doctor beckoned for the other pair to follow them inside.

Rory was the first to step inside, his eyes going wide. Now that was definitely not what he expected to see.


So now you know about Rory, but what about River? I love hearing your suggestions and ideas and comments. Please leave me a review!