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A/N: Sorry again for the long wait. Thank you to those who have reviewed/favourited/followed. It means a lot to me. Anyway, enjoy.
I slowly opened my eyes to find the Doctor just staring at me. He had a smile stretching across his face, and that made me suspicious. "What have you done?" I asked him, a frown setting on my face.
"Me? I haven't done anything." He protested.
"You look guilty. You must have done something. Otherwise you wouldn't look guilty." I told him, searching every part of his face to work out what was going on.
"I really haven't done anything. I've been here all the time. I promise you, I have not done anything." He said, tucking some of my messy hair behind my ear.
I narrowed my eyes, and decided to give in. "Okay, fine. You haven't done anything. I still don't trust that stupid smile on your face."
"Oh, shut up." He said before leaning in and kissing me. When he moved away, I had a slight smile on my face. "Who's got a stupid smile on their face now?"
"Stop it." I mumbled, shuffling over on the bed so that I was closer to him. "So, what are we going to do about our Amy?"
"I'm not sure. I guess we just need to keep her entertained still. What do you think?" He asked me, constantly playing with my hair. After the loss of Rory, we had taken Amy to so many different places, but it was clear that something was still wrong.
"I think I know of a few places we can take her. Should be able to bring a smile to her face at least." I knew of a lot of places that Amy wanted to go, and some people that she wanted to meet. I knew it wouldn't be too hard to distract her and cheer her up if we took her to the right places.
"How are you feeling?" There was that hint of concern in his voice.
"I'm fine." I told him, pushing myself up and onto my elbows. "Did you actually sleep? Or did you just stay there watching me the whole time?" I saw the Doctor's face flush red. That answered that question. "What am I going to do with you?"
"Right, let's go get Amy and go somewhere. What do you say?" The Doctor said, jumping off the bed and snatching the covers away from me.
"Hey! Who said I was getting out of bed yet. Give me my duvet back." I cried, trying to grab hold of it and pull it back. He dodged out of the way and I grabbed hold of nothing but air. "Give me my duvet. Now!" I demanded.
"Ha! No." He replied, taking another step away from the bed.
"You're going to regret doing that." I told him, reaching behind me for one of the pillows. The Doctor just smirked at me, so I threw the pillow at him, hitting him square in the face. I burst out laughing, I never meant to get him in the face.
"What was that for?" He asked sulkily, not impressed with my perfect aim.
"Told you, give me my duvet back." He shook his head at me before dropping the duvet and picking up the pillow. Something told me that war was about to being.
Sure enough a pillow fight soon broke out. There was no real winner, but all the pillows had been completely destroyed. There was feathers scattered all over the place, I had made one or two of the pillows actually explode. There may have been a great mess, but it was fun.
"Okay, now I'm hungry." I said, gathering up some of the feathers and piling them up in the corner by the bin.
"Well come on then. Breakfast, then we wake Amy up. Then it's adventure time." The Doctor cried, yanking me by the hand and pulling me out of my room.
"Hey, can I at least get washed and dressed first?" I cried as I tried to pull my arm back.
He turned and looked at me. "You are dressed."
I let out a sigh. "Yes, in yesterday's clothes. Come on, I want to nice hot bath. Please." I begged, tugging on his arm. I had fallen asleep in the console room and he decided to carry me to my room, and then watch me sleep for hours.
"Yes, fine. You can do all that, but only after we have decided on where we are taking Amy today." The Doctor said, ushering me into the kitchen. He pulled out a chair, putting his hands on my shoulders to get me to sit down, before he started busying himself making tea.
"Amelia is up and on her way." I let out a sigh.
"How is she today?" I asked the TARDIS.
"Still lost. I've been moving things that seem to upset her."
"Thanks. Where would I be without you? Actually, please don't answer that, I don't think I want to know."
I looked over at the Doctor and saw him just gazing at me. "What? Do I have something on my face?"
"What did she say?" He asked, sitting down next to me. Since the bond was now back, he seemed to know every time I was talking to the TARDIS.
"Amy is up and on her way. She's still not great. We have to think of something spectacular for her today." I told him, racking my brain, trying to think of somewhere we could take her.
A few minutes later the door opened and Amy walked in. "Morning you two. How's my favourite Time Lord and Lady today?" She asked, taking a mug from the Doctor before he handed me mine as well.
"I'd be better if someone didn't decide to drag me out of bed before I had to chance to change." I moaned, taking a sip of my tea.
"He was watching you sleep again wasn't he?" Amy smirked. I nodded at her, it wasn't the first and certainly was not going to be the last time he would be doing it.
The Doctor sat down beside me, took m free hand and enlaced his fingers through mine. "So, where shall we go today?" He asked, looking over at Amy sadly.
"I don't mind." Amy replied, sipping on her tea.
"I have an idea. Something that should bring a smile to her face." I told him, not taking my eyes off Amy.
"Are you going to tell me what it is?" I knew he was looking at me, and that was why I was refusing to look at him.
"Nope. You're just going to have to wait and see. Make it a surprise for you and Amy." I said, bringing my mug up to my lips.
"Oh, come on. That's not fair. How am I suppose to know where to take the TARDIS if you won't tell me?"
"You won't be driving. I will. I want us all to arrive in once piece and in the right place, thank you very much." He sunk back in his chair, sulking and I let a smile spread across my face.
Amy had been watching us closely. "Did you just tell him off in his head again?" She asked. We had explained to her all about how we were able to communicate without having to speak, and that because we were now bonded, we could see things through the others eyes if we wanted them to see.
"I just told him I know exactly where to go today and that he is not driving." That made Amy laugh. She always agreed that I was a better pilot than he was, and that just upset him even more.
"So where are we going?" Amy asked curiously.
"It's a surprise." I told her before quickly finishing my tea. "Now, if you will excuse me, I need to get washed and dressed. Once I'm done, we'll be off." I stood up, forcing the Doctor to let go of my hand. I gave him a quick kiss on the cheek before disappearing for my bath.
Not long later we were all standing in the Museé d'Orsay, not too far in Amy's future. The reason we were there was for Amy, for her to see the works of Vincent Van Gogh.
"Thanks for bringing me." Amy said as she looked around at the artwork.
"You're welcome." The Doctor said, holding my hand tightly.
"You're being so nice to me. Why are you both being so nice to me?" Amy eyed us both suspiciously.
"We're always nice to you. You know I see you as the sister I never had, Amy." I assured her.
"Not like this. These places you're both taking me. Arcadia, the Trojan Gardens, now this. I think it's suspicious."
"What? It's not… there's nothing to be suspicious about." The Doctor told her quickly.
"She was joking, you moron." To whispered, rolling my eyes at him.
"Okay, I was joking. Why aren't you?" Amy said, the Doctor just looked around, trying to avoid eye contact with Amy.
We listened to expert, leading a group and telling them all about Van Gogh. "Look. There is it. The actually one." Amy exclaimed, dragging me, and in turn, the Doctor to look at one of the paintings, Church at Auvers.
"Yes. You can almost feel his hand painting it right in front of you. Carving the colours into shapes." The Doctor said, staring at the picture.
"Umm, Theta, do you see that 'thing' in the window as well?" I asked him, noticing something odd with the painting.
"Wait a minute." He said, leaning in closer to look at the painting better.
"What?" Amy asked, not seeing what they had both seen.
"Well, just look at that." He pointed to the painting.
"What?"
"Something not good." I said, letting out a sigh.
"Something very not good indeed." The Doctor confirmed.
"What thing very not good?" Amy asked, still not spotting it.
"Look there, in the window of the church." I told her, while the Doctor pointed.
"Is it a face?"
"Yes. And not a nice face. I know evil when I see it and I see it in that window." The Doctor said before heading over to the expert and interrupting him. "Excuse me, if I can just interrupt for one second. Sorry, everyone." He pulled out his psychic paper and flashed it around the room. "Routine inspection, Ministry of Art and… Artyness. So, er…?"
"Doctor Black." The man responded, clearly not fazed by the Doctor.
"Yes, that's right. Do you actually know when that picture of the church was painted?" The Doctor asked.
"Ah well, oh, well, what in interesting question. Most people imagine…"
"I'm going to have to hurry you. When was it?" The Doctor asked impatiently. I whacked him lightly on the arm, warning him not to be so rude.
"Exactly?"
"As exact as you can, please." I asked him politely.
"Without a long speech, if poss. We're in a hurry." The Doctor added.
"Stop being so damn rude. Rude and not ginger. I bet if you were ginger you'd be even more rude." He flinched a little at the tone I had used. He could tell I was getting annoyed with his rudeness.
"Well, in that case, probably somewhere between the first and third of June."
"What year?" I asked him before the Doctor could be rude again.
"1890. Less than a year before… before he killed himself."
"Thank you, sir. Very helpful indeed. Nice bow tie. Bow ties are cool." The Doctor said.
"Yours is very…"
"Oh, thank you. I keep telling them stuff." The Doctor said before dragging Amy and me by the hand. "We need to go."
"What about the other pictures?" Amy cried, not happy that her trip had been cut short.
"Art can wait. This is life and death. We need to talk to Vincent Van Gogh." The Doctor said, pushing her ahead and dragging me beside him.
We walked back to the TARDIS, I was more dragged back, in silence. I had a very bad feeling that I was going to have to confess something to the Doctor. It seemed that I was still able to hide things from him, even with the bond. I was grateful for that, but I knew it was going to start getting me into trouble.
"Right, off we go then." The Doctor cried as he sent the TARDIS off into the time vortex.
I debated about whether I should actually tell him the truth or not. I decided I would risk it and not tell him anything. I mean, the worse that could happen was I would have to tell him the truth. He wouldn't be happy with me for keeping it from him, but he would get over it.
"Right, so, here's the plan. We find Vincent and he leads us straight to the church and our nasty friend." The Doctor said, stepping out of the TARDIS.
"Easy peasy." Amy said, skipping along beside us.
"Well, no. I suspect nothing will be easy with out Mr Van Gogh." The Doctor told her.
"Oh, trust me. It definitely won't be easy with that man." I mumbled, while the Doctor rubbed the back of my hand that he was holding with his thumb.
"Now, he'll probably be in the local café. Sort of orangey light, chairs and tables outside."
I rolled my eyes and plucked the guidebook from the exhibition from Amy's hand and turned it to the page which showed the painting of the café. Amy smirked at me and showed it to the Doctor.
"Like this?"
The Doctor looked at it. "That's the one."
"Or indeed, like that." I said, pointing out the café in front of us.
"Yeah exactly like that." The Doctor replied, beaming away at me. "Good evening. Does the name Vincent Van Gogh ring a bell?" The Doctor asked, approaching the café and speaking to a man standing outside in a suit.
"Don't mention that man to me." He scoffed, before walking back inside.
"Excuse me." The Doctor said in a huff. The man had been rude, now the Doctor knew how it felt. "Do you know Vincent Van Gogh?" The Doctor asked one of the women cleaning the tables outside.
"Unfortunately." She replied.
"Unfortunately?" Amy questioned. She loved the man, why would these people not be so keen on knowing him?
"He's a drunk, he's mad and he never pays his bills." She told us.
"He is not mad." I spat at the woman, surprising her, the Doctor and Amy.
The Doctor cleared his throat. "Good painter, though, eh?" Laughter erupted around us all at the comment.
"Come on! Come on! One painting for one drink. That's not a bad deal." A man's voice called, getting closer.
"It wouldn't be a bad deal if the painting were any good. I can't hang that up on my walls. It'd scare the customers half to death. It's bad enough having you here in person, let alone looming over the customers day and night in a stupid hat. You pay money or you get out." The man from before in the suit said to the ginger man who had come outside with him.
"I'll pay if you like." The Doctor said, sitting down at one of the tables while I hung over the other side with Amy.
"What?"
"Well, if you like, I'll pay for the drink. Or I'll pay for the painting and you can use the money to pay for the drink." The Doctor said, not realising how mad he sounded.
"Exactly who are you?" The ginger man, who I knew to be none other than Vincent Van Gogh, asked.
"Oh, I'm new in town." He said, waving off his question.
"Well, in that case, you don't know three things. One, I pay for my own drinks, thank you." Vincent said, resulting in more laughter. "Two, no one ever buys any of my paintings or they would be laughed out of town. So if you want to stay in town, I suggest you keep your cash to yourself. And three, your friends are cute, but you should keep your big nose out of other peoples business."
I had to stifle a laugh. The Doctor didn't know how to react, let alone what to say. It was a priceless moment for me.
Vincent turned back to the manager of the café. "Come on, just one more drink, I'll pay tomorrow."
"No."
"Or, on the other hand, slightly more compassionately, yes?" Vincent asked hopefully.
"Or, on the other hand, to protect my business from madmen, no."
"Oh, looks like you're not welcome here either." I told the Doctor, earning a frown from him, which I just shrugged at.
"Oh look, just shut up, the pair of you." Amy called, making both the men stop immediately. "We would like a bottle of wine, please, which we will then share with whomever we choose." She said, holding onto me arm as she spoke.
"That could work." Vincent said, looking at Amy and I.
"That's good by me." The manager replied. He shoved the self-portrait back at Vincent and headed inside. Amy and I were right behind him, going to collect out wine.
It didn't take long for us to get comfortable at a table inside the café with our wine. Amy was sitting next to Vincent, while I was opposite him with the Doctor.
"That accent if yours, you from Holland like me?" Vincent asked Amy.
"Yes." The Doctor said at the exactly same time as Amy said "No."
"She means yes." I said, rolling my eyes.
"So, start again. Hello, I'm the Doctor." The Doctor held out his hand to Vincent.
"I knew it!" Vincent exclaimed.
"Sorry?" The Doctor was sitting there confused, but I knew exactly what Vincent meant.
"My brother's always sending doctors, but you won't be able to help." Vincent told him, slightly annoyed now.
"Oh, no, not that kind of doctor." He told him before spotting the painting beside Vincent. "That's incredible, don't you think, Amy?"
"Absolutely. One of my favourites." She replied excitedly.
"One of my favourite what's? You've never seen my work before."
"Yes, she means one of her favourite paintings that she's ever seen, in general." I told him.
He looked at Amy. "Then you can't have seen many paintings then. I know it's terrible. It's the best I can do." He seemed to drift off for a moment into his own little world, something I had seen before. "Your hair's orange." He said to Amy eventually.
"Yes. So's yours." Amy replied.
"Is this really a good idea? I have a feeling they are going to start…" I looked at the Doctor, knowing exactly what he was thinking.
"What? Flirting? Give the girl a break. And besides, Vince is harmless." I told him, trying to reassure him.
"So, er, Vincent. Painted any churches recently? Any churchy plans? Are churches, chapels, religiousy stuff like that, something you'd like to get into? You know, fairly soon?" The Doctor asked, trying to get to the real reason why we were there.
"Well, there is one church I'm thinking of painting when the weather is right." Vincent replied.
"That is very good news." The Doctor replied, before getting disturbed by a woman screaming.
"She's been murdered! Help me!" She cried.
"That, on the other hand, isn't quite such good news. Come on, Summer, Amy, Vincent!" The Doctor grabbed hold of my hand and we were running down the street.
"She's been ripped to shreds!" A man cried.
"Please, let me look. I'm a doctor." The Doctor said, rushing through the crowd. "Oh, no, no, no." The Doctor said quietly, looking at the poor dead girl.
"Away, all of you vultures. This is my daughter. Giselle." The mother cried, hugging the body. "What monster could have done this? Get away from her." She spat at the Doctor.
I pulled the Doctor back, knowing that the woman was going to be emotional. "Get that madman out of here!" She cried when she spotted Vincent looking on. She picked up a stone and threw it at him, knocking him on the head.
The rest of the crowd joined in and I felt the energy burning. "Get Amy and Vincent out of here." I told the Doctor, seeing that they were being pelted with stones as well. Once they were behind me I used the energy to turn the stones to dust before they could hit anyone. Backing up slowly down the alley, making sure that no stones hit anyone.
"Are you alright?" The Doctor asked Vincent as they waited for me at the end of the alley.
"Yes, I'm used to it." He replied.
The Doctor looked at me. "Are you okay?" I just nodded at him and let out a long breath.
"Has anything like this murder happened here before?" I asked. I had a bad feeling that the figure we saw at the church was to blame for all this.
"Only a week ago. It's a terrible time." Vincent told me as the Doctor wrapped his arm around my waist as we walked.
"As I thought. As I thought." The Doctor mumbled. "Come on, we'd better get you home."
"Where are you staying tonight?" Vincent asked the Doctor, but giving a glance at Amy.
"Oh, you're very kind." The Doctor said, patting the man on the shoulder and starting to walk off, leaving a rather stunned Vincent Van Gogh behind.
"Dark night. Very starry." The Doctor commented as we approached Vincent's home.
"It's not much. I live on my own. But you should be okay for one night. One night."
"We're going to stay with him?" Amy asked, clearly even more excited now.
"Until he paints that church." I said, letting out a sigh.
The Doctor and I followed him inside while Amy stopped to look at a painting.
"Sorry about all the clutter." Vincent said as he lit a lamp.
"Some clutter." The Doctor remarked as he looked at all the paintings scattered around the room.
"I've come to accept that the only person who's going to love my paintings is me." He paused for a moment, seemingly lost in thought again. "And maybe one other person." I saw a small smile creep across his face but it soon faded.
"Wow. I mean, really. Wow." Amy exclaimed as she looked around the room.
"Yeah, I know it's a mess. I'll have a proper clear out. I must. I really must." He said, lighting a few more lamps. "Coffee, anyone?"
"Not for me, actually." The Doctor said, still looking around the room with Amy.
"I wouldn't mind one. If you're having some." I said before cringing as he placed the coffee pot down on one of his paintings. "You know, you should be more careful with these. They're precious." I warned him kindly.
"Precious to me. Not precious to anyone else." He said, wiping the wet mark off the painting.
"They're precious to me." Amy called, poking her head back around the door.
"Well, you're very kind. Kindness is most welcome." He told her, seemingly a little sad.
"Right, so, this church then. Near here, is it?" The Doctor asked, pressing the matter a bit too much.
"What is it with you and the church?"
"Oh, just casually interested in it, you know." The Doctor rambled.
"Far from casual. It seems to me you never talk about anything else." Vincent looked at me. "He's a strange one."
"Oh, you have no idea just how strange." I told him, giving him a warm smile.
"Okay, so, let's talk about you, then. What are you interested in?" The Doctor asked him. I wanted to slap him. He was just being completely silly now. It was clear what the man was interested in.
"Well, look around. Art. It seems to me there's so much more to the world than the average eye is allowed to see. I believe, if you look hard, there are more wonders in this universe than you could ever have dreamed of." He let out a sigh. "Someone showed me that once."
I couldn't help but smile. "You don't have to tell us that." I told him.
The Doctor and I were sitting by the fire, listening to Vincent.
"It's colour. Colour that holds the key. I can hear the colours. Listen to them. Every time I step outside, I feel nature is shouting at me. Come on. Come and get me. Come on. Come on! Capture my mystery!" He seemed to be a little, on edge and rambling slightly.
"Maybe you've had enough coffee now. How about some nice calming tea? Let's get you a cup of chamomile or something, shall we?" The Doctor suggested.
"Amy. Where's Amy?" I asked, looking around the room and noticing she wasn't there. My question was answered when we heard a scream coming from outside.
"No, no, no!" The Doctor shouted, jumping out of his chair and running for the door, Vincent and I close behind him.
"Amy! Amy, what happened?" I asked as I saw her on the ground.
"I don't know. I didn't see it. I was having a look at the paintings out here when something hit me from behind." She answered in panic.
"It's okay. He's gone now and we're here." The Doctor assured her while I looked around.
"No! No!" Vincent shouted, in panic and fear.
"Take it easy. Take it easy." The Doctor said, trying to calm him down.
"What's happening? What's he doing?" Amy asked.
"I don't know." The Doctor told her, looking very worried.
I watched Vincent pick up a pitchfork and he charged at us. I looked behind and my eyes widened in horror. "Move, run. Go." I shouted, pushing Amy and the Doctor out of the way.
"Summer, Amy, get back. He's having some kind of fit. I'll try to calm him down." The Doctor said, watching Vincent stab the pitchfork in the air. "Easy, Vincent, easy. Look. Look, look, look. It's me, it's me, it's me. It's the Doctor, look. No one else is here. So Vincent…"
"Look out!" Vincent and I cried at the same time. The Doctor didn't move and he was flung in the air. Amy set out a few screams while I flinched at feeling the Doctor's pain.
"I can't see anything. What is it?" Amy asked.
"That's a good question." The Doctor answer.
"Don't you dare think of helping him. You can't even see it." I spat at him, seeing what he was thinking. The Doctor ignored me and went to help, getting sent flying through the air again.
"You couldn't see him?" Vincent asked him.
"No, he couldn't. And he's an idiot." I shouted as the Doctor kept fighting with nothing. I walked over to Vincent, knowing the creature had gone. "Are you okay?"
"You… you could see it?" I nodded at him. "You're eyes, there's something familiar about them. We haven't met before have we?" I just smiled at him.
"He's gone now, Doctor. You can stop." I called to him.
"Oh, right. Yes. Of course." He said, feeling a little foolish.
"You saw it, didn't you?" He asked, looking over at me.
"Yeah, I did."
"Did you recognise it? Do you know what it is?" I shook my head at him. I was more worried about him and Vincent to take in all the details of the creature. The next thing I knew, he had his arms warped around me. "You okay? Did it hurt you?"
I let out a sigh. "Only when you decided to be the brave idiot and get thrown around. That hurt slightly." I informed him.
"Everyone, inside. Now." The Doctor said, ushering me along with him. "Right, so he's invisible. What did he look like?" He asked, turning to face Vincent now we were all safe inside.
"I'll show you." Vincent said, and immediately started to paint over one of his works of art.
"Oh, no, no. No, no!" The Doctor cried, I was feeling just the same. Vincent really needed to be more careful with those paintings.
"What?"
"It's just, that was quite good. And I really rather liked it." I told him, watching him destroy his own work.
Once the white paint had dried he pulled out his charcoal and set to work on drawing the beast. After a while the Doctor got up to check on the drawing and saw it was almost complete. "Okay. Okay." He said quietly, while thinking. "Summer, Amy, make Mr Van Gogh comfortable. Don't let any invisible monsters in through the front door." He said, picking up the drawing and heading towards the door.
"But it could be outside, waiting." Amy protested.
"Well, don't worry I'll risk it. What's the worse that can happen?"
"You could be torn into pieces by a monster you can't see." I told him firmly, my arms folded across my chest.
"Oh right, yes, that. Don't worry. I'll be back before you can say 'where's he got to now'." He stepped out of the door, leaving me shaking my head.
"Not that fast!" The Doctor shouted, popping his head back around the doorframe. Both Amy and Vincent jumped, while I just stood there staring at him. "But pretty fast. See you around."
"You be careful out there mister. Or I promise I will give you hell when we get home." I warned him, hoping that he wouldn't get himself into even more trouble.
"Don't worry. I'm sure everything will be fine. Just keep an eye on Vincent, make sure he doesn't damage any more masterpieces."
"I notice your currently painting a fair amount of flowers and blossoms, what about the night sky?" I asked him, trying to make conversation and keep everyone out of trouble.
"I have painted the night sky. It was one of her favourites." Vincent went into his own little world for another time that night.
"So, who is she, Vincent? You keep mentioning a she." I asked him, Amy too busy looking at the painting again.
"She was a friend. She stayed here for a few weeks only a year ago. She was the only other person besides myself who loved my work." There was sadness in his voice.
"What happened to her?" I knew I shouldn't really be asking him, I should have just left it all alone and not asked about her, but I was too curious.
"She disappeared. She went out one evening and never came back. I miss her dearly. She was the only one who understood how I felt. Sometimes I thought she wasn't from this world."
Amy came and sat back down. "What was her name?" Instantly I froze and my chest started pounding. I quickly put some barriers up so that the Doctor couldn't hear what was going on. He was going to be too busy to notice anyway.
"Her name was Star. Her hair was much the same colour as yours." Vincent said, nodding towards me. "And her eyes, there seems to something of hers in you own eyes."
"I think it's time to get some rest now. It's been a long night, what with that creature on the loose as well. Off you go Vince." I quickly bit my lip as Vincent turned to look at me.
"She used to call me that as well." He told me, before disappearing.
Once he was gone I let out a sigh of relief, I was glad the Doctor hadn't been there to see that. Unfortunately, Amy had been, and she had picked up on all of it.
"So, when did you two first meet?" Amy asked me.
"For him, last year. For me, a few hundred years ago, maybe. I really can't remember when it was exactly." I told her, rubbing my head a little.
"Does the Doctor know?"
"No, he doesn't. Guess I'm going to have to tell him now. Oh, this isn't going to be fun. How do I tell him that I was the inspiration for one of Van Gogh's most renowned paintings?" I asked her, knowing that she wouldn't have an answer.
"But Vincent doesn't know it's you?" Amy asked.
"No, I was younger, different body. Same hair, pretty much, and possibly the same eyes. But I was a different person back then. Seems so long ago now." I told her, drifting off into my own little world.
I eventually put the barriers back down. "So, how's it going?" I asked him, hoping that he wouldn't notice I had shut him out.
"Still looking." He replied. "So, why did you close your mind off?" He had noticed, great.
"We were talking about you. I wasn't going to let you listen in." I hoped that he was going to buy it, that he would believe it. Lucky for me he did.
I must have been sitting there for a few hours when Amy came in, looking really fed up. "How did you put up with that man's snoring?" Amy asked me.
I burst out laughing before answering her. "Oh, that was easy. While he slept, I went out. Come on, let's get and check on the Doctor. He's been gone for too long." I told her, getting up out of the chair.
"But what about that monster?" Amy asked. Last night it had really scared her.
"Amy, I can actually see it, just like Vincent can. We'll be fine." I assured her, linking my arm through hers. "Come on, let's go." We stepped outside and saw that dawn was fast approaching. "Yeah, he's definitely been gone for too long now." I said, looking up at the sky.
We started heading back to the TARDIS when I suddenly stopped. "Krafayis. There's a bloody Krafayis on the loose." I had seen the information come up on the scanning machine that the Doctor was holding. Then I noticed something else. "Theta, you might want to look behind you…" I warned him.
"Come on, Amy. We need to move. Now." I started running towards where the Doctor was, he was being chased by the Krafayis.
We soon managed to find the Doctor, although he was more than a little surprised to see us. "Never do that!" He shouted, as he literally ran into us around a corner. "You scared the living daylights out of me." I held in my laughter as he squeezed me tightly.
"Sorry, I got bored. As much as you both admire his command of colour and shape, it is hard to get fond of Vincent Van Gogh's snoring." Amy told him as the Doctor finally let me go.
"And I was just as bored as Amy. So we thought we'd come and help you, considering you were being chased." The Doctor looked around the corner, and I took a peek as well. "No, nothing there." I told him, reassuring him that it was no longer following him.
"Right, well, back to Vincent. Come along." He said, tugging at my hand and marching back to Vincent's house with me on his arm and Amy in tow.
A/N: So, she already knows Vincent. Whatever will the Doctor tank of that?
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