A/N: Thank you all so much for the reviews. I didn't reply to them, but I read and cherished each one. Your words inspire me to keep going :)
This chapter is dedicated to my Grandpa, who died four days ago. He was the only person in my family, other than my sisters, who knew that I wrote Fanfiction in my spare time. Grandpa, I miss you, and I love you. Thank you for everything.
His death has helped me with completing this story. I now have a plan of each chapter, and then a second mini-story that will be added on top of this one, about the Doctor and Amy in the future. So this fic in total will be between 60-70 chapters. I hope you all stay with me!
The Doctor slipped into unconsciousness immediately, and Amy stifled a scream at the blood pouring out of the wound on his neck.
"What do we do?" Rory cried, backing away as the Bizzicle began to advance on them.
Amy looked around desperately, searching for a solution. "We're going to have to do what the Doctor does!" She yelled, snatching up a twig.
"And what's that?" Rory bellowed, his voice hysterical as the Bizzicle turned its attention towards him.
"Improvise!" Amy replied, gazing around for a tree that would be easy for her to climb. She spotted one fairly near to her, and she began to run towards it.
"What are you doing?" Rory cried. "Help me!"
Amy reached up and placed her hands in the grooves of the trees after she'd tucked the twig into her skirt pocket. "I am! Just give me a minute!"
"A minute? A minute to avoid being stabbed by this thing?" Rory hollered, ducking behind another tree.
"I need you to distract it for me!" She told him, pulling herself up the tree.
Rory threw himself to the ground as the Bizzicle swiped at the tree he was hiding behind, narrowly avoiding suffering the same fate as the Doctor. "Is this a good enough distraction?" He cried from the ground.
Amy managed to haul herself onto the first branch of the tree she was climbing, and she was relieved that it supported her weight. "Here goes nothing." She muttered.
The Bizzicle began to reach for Rory again, but it paused when Amy roared, "Oi! You! Big Blue Thing! Look at me!"
The Bizzicle cocked its head and gazed at her, almost questioningly.
Amy met its gaze evenly, being on the same level as it from her position in the tree. "You will release that man at once!" She commanded, pointing at the unconscious Doctor. "And you will leave the other man alone too!"
The Bizzicle blinked at her, and Amy decided to use her weapon. She pulled out the twig and waved it around the air. "I am the Goddess Hercules—"
"Hercules is a bloke!" Rory hissed from the ground.
"—The Goddes Herculesa." Amy amended. "Goddess of the Trees!"
Although the Bizzicle couldn't speak, it certainly seemed to understand what Amy was saying. It lowered the Doctor onto the ground, and sank into a crouch, obeying her at once.
"I have been revived from…" She paused and glanced down at her sticky outfit. "This tree sap, the elixir of…uh…the trees!"
She heard Rory snort, and glared down at him. "I'm saving your life, remember?" She snapped.
Turning her attention back to the Bizzicle, she showed it the twig she was holding. "I will give you my wand of…the…uh…oak tree, if you fly these men and I to the other side of the long grass, where my…umm…TARDIS Kingdom is!"
The Bizzicle nodded and leant over; allowing Amy to climb onto it's back. She glanced down at an amazed Rory, and yelled, "Get the Doctor then!"
Rory nodded quickly, and headed over to the Doctor. He heaved him to his feet, struggling to keep him upright, and began to walk over to the Bizzicle.
Once he'd reached it, Amy climbed down carefully to help him haul the Doctor onto it's back. When she was sure that the Doctor was lying comfortably, she patted the Bizzicle with her twig and announced, "Ready! Get flying my Bizzicle!"
The Bizzicle launched into the air, and Amy and Rory had to grip onto it to keep from falling off. "I see that you're enjoying your new power!" Rory yelled to her, grinning as he pulled himself to a sitting position.
"Hey, my new power just saved your life!" Amy reminded him, sitting up as well.
"True." Rory admitted. "And you saved the Doctor too."
Amy tenderly brushed the Doctor's hair back from his forehead and sighed. "I guess. But he still got hurt."
"So did you." Rory pointed out. "At least you both have matching injuries now. You were even nipped in the same place!"
"And we both have blood-soaked bowties as well." Amy laughed, shaking her head. "He's going to be so mad when he sees the state of his bowtie. The red one is his favourite."
"Does your wound hurt?" Rory asked anxiously. "It looks pretty deep."
Amy waved his worry away. "Nah, I can't even feel it."
"Even so, when we get back to the TARDIS, I want to cleanse it, and the Doctor's too." Rory told her sternly.
"Alright Mr Nurse, if you have to!" Amy chuckled. "And then we—oof!"
The Bizzicle suddenly landed on the ground, sending them both toppling to the ground. Before they hit the floor however, the Bizzicle caught them in one of its pincers and placed them down safely.
"Thanks very much!" Amy said cheerfully, patting the Bizzicle's pincer awkwardly. "Now, could you put the Doctor down as well?"
The Bizzicle reached back and picked up the Doctor, and Amy commented, "Even unconscious, he still manages to land safely," as the Bizzicle placed him onto the ground gently.
"You're a star." Amy grinned, offering the Bizzicle the twig. "Here's my wand. Use it carefully though!"
The Bizzicle took it carefully, and with a satisfied buzz, it took off into the sky.
Amy watched it go fondly. "You know, I kind of like the Bizzicles. Except the one that nipped me." She remarked, turning to face the TARDIS. "Now then, Rory, could you take the Doctor inside, and I'll get us out of here!"
"You know how to use the TARDIS?" Rory asked as he yanked the Doctor's form up from the floor. "Did the Doctor teach you how to fly it then?"
"Nope! But I'll figure it out!" Amy replied cheerfully, reaching into the Doctor's tweed pocket and pulling out the TARDIS key. "Where did he get that torch from?" She asked, seeing it inside of his jacket.
"Don't ask me. I asked him if he was Mary Poppins, but he didn't understand who I was talking about at first." Rory chuckled, following Amy into the TARDIS after she'd unlocked the doors.
Once inside, Amy raced up to the console, feeling like the Doctor. "No wonder the Doctor's so cheerful all of the time if he gets to fly this baby everyday!" She giggled, pressing some random buttons on the console.
Rory watched her warily as he lowered the Doctor onto one of the console chairs. "I wouldn't do that if I were you, you'll probably blow the TARDIS up."
Amy just laughed gleefully, and rubbed her hands together. "You're such a worry-wart! Don't worry, 'cause every little thing, is gonna be alright!" She sang, hitting another button.
Loud, classical music blared out, and Amy began to spin around the console. "Get the Doctor to wake up, I want someone to dance with!" She called to Rory, twirling around.
Rory crouched down beside the Doctor. "Wake up Doctor, Amy's gone mad." He whispered in his ear.
Suddenly the Doctor's eyes snapped open. "Blimey, that was one hell of a pincer!" He said, touching the wound on his neck and wincing.
"Doctor! Dance with me!" Amy chirped, grabbing his hands and yanking him out of his chair. "I need a partner!"
The Doctor was happy to oblige, and he began to twirl Amy around. "I guess she was infected after all!" He commented, unable to keep himself from smiling with her.
"Infected?" Rory asked worriedly. "But she doesn't seem to be in any pain."
"Bizzicle venom isn't dangerous, it merely enhances euphoria in someone, but only for a couple of hours." The Doctor replied, spinning Amy around faster.
Rory struggled to watch them, as their dance became a blur. "And you've been infected too?" He yelled over Amy's giggles.
"It would seem so!" The Doctor laughed.
"And it's not dangerous at all?" Rory checked.
The Doctor reached out and slammed a lever down on the console, making the TARDIS shake. "Not dangerous at all!" He cried happily.
The TARDIS shaking increased suddenly, and they all began to flail around. "This is so much fun!" Amy giggled as she crashed into one of the TARDIS chairs, the Doctor toppling right on top of her.
Rory, who had managed to keep himself upright, stared at them incredulously. The sight should have been funny; they were both covered in blood and cheering at the top of their lungs, but Rory didn't feel amused.
"Right. Well, I'm just going to leave you two alone." He muttered as he struggled up the TARDIS stairs.
"Don't you want to join the party?" Amy yelled to him, beginning to roll around on the floor.
"No, I'm going to go and read a book." He replied, looking at her strangely.
"A book?" The Doctor chortled, leaping to his feet and yanking Amy up with him. "Why don't you bring the book to the party?"
"Good idea!" Amy cried excitedly, bouncing up and down on the balls of her feet.
Rory shook his head and turned away from them. "Lunatics." He muttered.
Praying that they'd soon be back to normal, he left them doing handstands against the TARDIS wall.
~I~
A couple of hours later, the shaking stopped, and Rory put down his book. Hoping that the Doctor and Amy had returned to normal, he left his bedroom and walked down the corridor. Once he'd reached the top of the staircase, he peered down, stunned at the sight.
The TARDIS was covered in balloons and streamers, and food was splattered all over the walls and floor. Amy and the Doctor sat in the middle of the mess, their clothes torn and covered in what looked like icing. Both wore the same, confused expression.
When the Doctor saw Rory at the top of the stairs, he looked relieved. "Rory! Thank God you're here. Can you explain what happened to Amy and I please?"
Rory looked at them doubtfully as he descended down the TARDIS stairs. "You don't remember what happened?"
"I remember dancing with Amy, and then the rest of my mind is blank." The Doctor told him. "Why was the TARDIS shaking?"
"You pulled a lever, and then the TARDIS began to shake." Rory explained. "You were both doing handstands against the wall when I left you."
"I can do handstands? Magnificent!" The Doctor exclaimed.
"How long ago did you leave us?" Amy asked Rory curiously, wiping some icing from her face.
"About two hours ago." Rory replied.
"Two hours ago!" The Doctor exploded, staring in horror at him. "I was hoping you could fill us in on why there are food and decorations everywhere!"
"You were both talking about a party at some point before I left, if that helps." Rory told them, and the Doctor groaned.
"The TARDIS must have supplied us with the food and decorations then." He realised. "I bet she enjoyed watching us make a fool out of ourselves."
"How come you were infected a lot quicker than Amy was?" Rory asked him curiously.
"I'm a Time Lord, I react much quicker." The Doctor explained, wincing as he rose to his feet. "Now, I think I need a bath. I ache everywhere."
"I'll join you." Amy muttered as the Doctor helped her to her feet.
"You both look like you're recovering from a hangover." Rory remarked in amusement.
"I wish I had a hangover, what I have feels much worse." Amy groaned, following the Doctor up the stairs.
~I~
Once they were in the Doctor's bathroom, the Doctor turned on the bath taps, and he asked Amy to pass him a green bottle from the shelf above the sink.
"Mediana Massage Bubble bath and lotion." Amy quoted from the label of the bottle. "I just hope it works, my muscles ache so much."
"It does work, the Mediana Planet has the best bath treatment in the whole Universe." The Doctor told her, pouring the whole bottle into the bath.
"We should go there sometime." Amy commented, taking off her shirt. "I feel like going to—oh my God!"
"What?" The Doctor asked, though when he followed Amy's gaze, he saw what had her shocked. "Oops!"
Amy glared at him. "When did you do this?" She hissed, pointing at her right hip, where the words 'Property of the Doctor' were stamped onto her skin.
The Doctor shrugged helplessly. "Maybe when we were going loopy? That would explain why our clothes are ripped."
"We better hope that you didn't use permanent marker." Amy grumbled, easing herself into the bathtub.
"Why? I think the tattoo suits you." The Doctor teased, and Amy blew some bubbles at him.
Chuckling, he began to pull down his tattered trousers, before he let out a yelp.
"Don't tell me you have a tattoo as well!" Amy exclaimed.
The Doctor traced the lettering along his pelvic bone. "Amy Pond was here." He read, shaking his head. "Classy Pond."
Amy snorted as the Doctor joined her in the bath. "I could say the same about your message. I'm not a piece of property you know!"
The Doctor leant back against the tub, sighing in contentment. "I was only marking you as mine." He murmured to her.
Amy moved over to his side of the bath and settled between his legs. "In that case, you're forgiven." She chuckled softly. "Now, seeing as you were probably the one who got cake in my hair, could you wash it out for me?"
The Doctor agreed, and after Amy had dunked her head under the water, he began to massage some shampoo into her hair.
Amy closed her eyes and let out a long sigh, feeling better already.
~I~
After bathing, which took longer than they'd expected as they kept getting distracted, Amy and the Doctor tumbled out of the bathroom and into the Doctor's bedroom.
They were glad that the bathroom was an en-suite to the bedroom as they were both exhausted, and they fell into bed. The Doctor pulled the duvet over them, and encased in each other's arms, they drifted off to sleep.
They hadn't been sleeping for very long when Rory banged on the bedroom door, and they both woke up with a start.
"Rory, can you let us sleep please?" Amy groaned, rubbing her eyes tiredly.
"Amy, you need to get up!" Rory called back hysterically. "It's Sharon!"
Amy and the Doctor both sat up immediately, exchanging worried looks. The Doctor tossed Amy her dressing gown, and after slipping it on, she hurried to the bedroom door to pull it open.
"What about my Aunt?" She asked him anxiously, the Doctor joining her at the door.
"The Hospital just rang me…" Rory broke off, unable to continue.
Panicked, Amy grabbed the Doctor's hand. "What's happened?" She demanded, and the Doctor squeezed her hand tightly.
"Sharon's been in a car accident." Rory whispered. "She's in a coma, on life support…and the Hospital said that she won't wake up."
I'm probably bringing my own experiences with my grandpa into this story by killing off Amy's aunt, but it's an important part of the story. Trust me.
Review, and I'll update this week. And that's a promise :) The sun is shining, I feel lighter than I have in days, so I plan to use this day to write some more of this story :)
Hayley x