Amy

Just Friends

Martha had been watching the water quite longingly as the other four members of the group were forced – due to an injury the bathysphere sustained when the Doctor crashed it into the other one – to swim to shore and clamber out, soaking wet and freezing cold. She'd even asked how cold exactly it was, and then stared at it. At that moment, Amy decided that she was going to walk next to Adam Mitchell instead of next to Martha (still keeping away from the geniuses, who were still discussing Fritz's various inventions), though in the end it ended up being a choice between the girl who was unwittingly radiating heat, and the boy who was purposely radiating cold to try and cool down the girl radiating heat, and it wasn't even working very well. So she walked, without a conversation to join in with, shivering, keeping her eyes on the snowy caps of the green-furred mountains.

"Hang on…" Amy slowed for a moment, speaking just loud enough that she caught the attention of the other six, though they all kept walking rather than stopping, "How, exactly, are you planning on catching this thing..? I saw the others, they were huge!" There was a pause. It seemed that, when duty called, all those above-average-IQ-folk seemingly 'forgot' their above average IQ, and forgot that they were more than capable of coming up with a solution. Instead, all heads turned to the Doctor, who had been looking pointedly at nobody at all in the hope the eyes passed over him harmlessly and he might turn invisible.

"Well it's clearly intelligent," he said assuredly, nodding as he spoke to make it look like he'd already thought of this plan and it wasn't an on-the-fly imagining, "Of course it must be, it broke out of that tank and then stole the bathysphere and piloted it to shore." On the word 'bathysphere,' the Doctor shivered.

"Yeah, but that doesn't mean it's going to be reasonable," Amy argued, trying to get any semblance of a sure-thing out of the man, as he shuffled in his filthy dressing gown, "What if it attacks us? I think I saw them have claws."

"That's an easy problem to solve," said Adam, "Martha could just set it on fire."

"That's not how we like to do things around here," Eleven said to him coolly, with a note of annoyance. Luke looked annoyed at Adam Mitchell too, but then, Amy had noticed that Luke looked annoyed by everything Adam ever said. They must just clash.

"Well what else is anybody going to do if it attacks us?" Adam asked, raising an eyebrow, like he already knew solutions to this problem were thin on the ground. By this point, the whole group had stopped moving, and were gathered in an almost-circle. Truthfully, Amy didn't know what she'd do if the Thing got her. Try and find a stick to hit it with, probably. She tried to cling onto the hope it was friendly, and could maybe speak, and if it could speak it could listen to a logical argument of why it shouldn't kill anybody.

"…You can freeze it," the Doctor decided, "Cryogenically."

"Yeah? Then what? Keep the violent monster frozen forever..?"

"Well it can't be that violent, it's run off and now it's hiding trying to escape. I just have to talk to it… In its own amphibious language. I speak frog, can't be much different," Eleven shrugged.

"I don't know how to cryogenically freeze things, or freeze anything, I just emit cold," Adam said defensively, apparently not fond of the scrutiny he was now getting for question the Doctor's tactics. Although, before he'd spoken up, the Doctor hadn't had any tactic other than trying to speak to the weird, decades old mutant.

"That's a lie, you froze our whole bus last week, and that was in the middle of the desert," Jenny pointed out.

"Hey, yeah," Amy backed her up, "It was boiling on there for the rest of the day." The men in the group gave her confused looks at that moment, so she was forced to add, "Him freezing the bus completely broke our air conditioner until Jenny fixed it after nicking a screwdriver."

"It's true," Jenny added.

"…Not cryogenically though, it was a bus! It didn't need to stay alive. And see, like she said, I broke it," Adam said, "You can't rely on me to stop this Thing, I have no experience!"

"You're probably inexperienced at lots of things you'd love to happen," Martha added a little snidely. Clearly, she was coming back to herself marginally in the cold air of the mountains and Mitchell's presence. Mitchell then glowered.

"Why does everybody think I'm a virgin?" he questioned, since that had obviously been what Martha was trying to get at, be it a little clunkily. The Doctor had not understood though, and made a strange face when the topic was broached.

"Aren't you?" Amy asked with notable surprise she had not done well at hiding.

"Oh my god – no, okay? No, I'm not. What about me comes across as that tragic? I'm not, okay? You do all know that Rose totally fancied me?"

"You slept with Rose!?" Jenny exclaimed, jumping instantly to the worst, most scandalous conclusion of all.

"N-No! That – that did not happen! She was too into him," Adam waved a hand at Eleven.

"The Eleventh Doctor!? Jesus, how recent was this?" Jenny asked him.

"NO! The Ninth! Just the Doctor in general I meant! To Rose it would've been about eight years ago or something! Can we just all not discuss my sex life? Please?"

"…Yeah, fine," said Jenny, "Our girlfriend wouldn't like that, I guess." Everybody turned to stare at Jenny. Amy might not normally talk to Adam Mitchell, or his girlfriend, for that matter, but she would've thought that if there was some polyamorous relationship going on that the others might have perhaps heard about it, especially since Jenny couldn't keep her mouth shut. And judging by Adam's shocked and irrevocable confusion, he didn't know anything about this either.

"…What do you mean 'our' girlfriend..?" Mitchell asked. Everyone was listening intently now. They might all pretend to be adults above gossip, but when each of them was graced with the Peter Pan ideals of running away to whimsical worlds, they all had a mentality of never growing up. Meaning that they still cared far too much about things that were nothing to do with them.

"You know, Oswin," said Jenny.

"…I think Clara might have told me if this was something that was actually going on," Eleven said with a frown, "How far have your delusions gone, Jenny?" he asked incredulously.

"What delusions?" Jenny asked.

"…Are you genuinely convinced that you date Oswin..?" Adam asked her slowly. Adam Mitchell and the Doctor both had rather personal interests in this matter. Amy knew that for all Eleven's peculiar spite towards Soufflé Girl, he'd feel a right to know if something like this were going on. Plus, Jenny was his daughter.

"We both do," said Jenny. Adam stared.

"…I'm pretty sure you don't," said Adam, "I don't know when you'd find the time, she's always either with me or with her sister. And she's spent the last two days with him." He nodded at Eleven, "…I'm gonna call Clara, hold on…"

"Why Clara?" asked Martha.

"Because Clara's the one who'll give him a sensible answer," Eleven answered for Adam as he got his phone out, "She's the adult." Amy could tell that neither Fritz nor Luke cared particularly, but she and Martha (who did) overruled this significantly.

"Clara doesn't know about it," Jenny said.

"Clara knows about everything to do with Oswin," Eleven told her, as though somehow Jenny claiming his wife didn't know about something which was probably non-existent was offending him. Jenny didn't pay him the slightest bit of attention, "Honestly, I wish you'd never broken up with Jack at this point."

"Hello?" Adam then said, taking a few steps away, though Martha, Eleven and Amy all shuffled to follow him and try to listen in (Jenny was too assured that she was right to move, and Fritz and Luke had now started talking about something else to do with technology), "No, I didn't call the wrong twin, I called the sensible one who doesn't take pleasure in torturing me…"

"Torturing? That's not something to do with your sex life, is it?" Clara asked when Amy had jabbed Mitchell in the side hard enough that he relented and put his phone on speaker. If it was Clara, that joke seemed a bit too risqué for her. Or did it? Amy, admittedly, didn't know.

"I wish everyone would stop talking about my sex life," Adam grumbled.

"Um, what..?"

"You know how Oswin's convinced that Jenny has a crush on you two? Sort of?"

Clara sighed, but said, "Yes?"

"Jenny thinks she goes out with Oswin. She's like, convinced," Adam said, "Seriously. And she said you don't know about it."

"I know about everything to do with Oswin," Clara said, practically repeating what her husband had said just moments before. In fact, Eleven smiled proudly, and Amy shook her head at him, "I'm pretty sure she isn't dating Jenny. I'll ask her, hang on…" there was a noise that sounded like Clara had put the phone down so that they couldn't hear whatever conversation was about to ensue. They were always so private about the truth of their friendship (if it could be considered something so comparably meagre as just a 'friendship' by this point).

"Mitchell, WHY do you think I'm going out with Jenny!?" Adam immediately turned the phone off speaker when his real girlfriend and not his girlfriend's twin picked up.

"Because she said she was! … No, I did not believe her… I wanted to make sure! … No! … Maybe you'd best tell her that you don't go out with her, then! … Because I'm sure she'll listen to her girlfriend more than she'll listen to me… No it doesn't…"

There was, at that point, a loud, gurgle-like noise which rushed through the air around them, echoing from somewhere close-by through the mountainous valley.

"…Does that mean we can all move on from this argument?" Luke asked after a brief pause after the noise, which was undoubtedly made by the Thing, whatever it was, and it was lurking nearby.

"…I have to go," Adam said, and then he hung up on her without even saying goodbye. Weirdos, Amy thought. She decided she was going to disengage herself from whatever was going on with Jenny's psyche and Adam's girlfriend from then on, because getting involved in the politics of the Twins was definitely not a good idea. Anyway, there was a monster to hunt.

AN: The remark about "our girlfriend" has been planned for a while in my head to take place on this day, just so people know it's not because I miss writing Closwin. I mean, I'm still writing little bits of what they're doing solely for my own amusement. But speaking of Clara and Oswin, someone mentioned wanting to read the heart-to-heart about Clara and that zombie? I wasn't gonna do that, but if people want to read that then I will, otherwise I can live without it making an appearance here.