A/N: Sorry I didn't post this yesterday, been unwell and only just starting to get better. Sorry now as well for any spelling and grammar errors, it's hard to proof read when your head is pounding.


I rolled over on the bed, my arm ending up smacking something. When I opened my eyes, I saw the Doctor, gazing at me, but with a confused look on his face. I just stared back at him, tilting my head to the side a little. "What are you staring at?"

"You hit me." He said, frowning a little now.

I rolled my eyes at him. "I've just woken up, do you really think that I done it on purpose?" I asked him. Of course I hadn't done it on purpose, it had been an accident. How was I to know that if I rolled over I would end up facing him? Oh, and hitting him.

"I'm not sure. I'm still trying to work you out." This time it was me who frowned.

"What do you mean, work me out?" I asked.

He shifted a little on the bed, looking at me as he tucked a little of my hair behind my ear. "Well, you've only just regenerated, new you." I wondered what his point was, because I already knew that it was a new me, I was still getting used to it. "New likes, dislikes, so I'm just trying to work it all out."

I smile at him a little. "You should know not to try and work me out by now, Theta. You've been trying for centuries and are nowhere near close to working it out." I told him, my smile turning into a slight smirk.

"No, not yet. But one day I will."

My head automatically nodded in agreement with him. "Yeah, and that day is a very, very long time away. So come on, what's the plan for today then?" I asked him, letting a little bit of excitement show on my face.

Since we had been saved by River, or Melody, whatever you wanted to call her, we hadn't really done that much. The Doctor had kept a close eye on me until the 15 hours were up and my regeneration was official over. I think he was worried, because something always seemed to go wrong with his regenerations recently, and neither of us really wanted that to happen.

But everything was fine. I admit, I was a little hyper and couldn't sit still at one point, but I had so much energy floating around, it really was no surprise. Amy had found it amusing and couldn't stop laughing at one point. Rory was concerned, while the Doctor was just trying to do anything to get me to stay put. I believe the Doctor compared me to a child on a sugar rush.

After everything that had happened, I thought I was entitled to act a little stupid, and hyper, and completely bonkers for once. I just needed to let off a little steam, be a little weird and just forget everything that had happened.

But I could never forget. Too much had happened in too short a time, and I knew that there was still more to come, and it wasn't all going to be that much fun.

"Hey, what's the matter?" The Doctor asked me, his smile fading and his worry lines showing even more. He was starting to get a lot of them, I had noticed.

I quickly shook my head at him. "Nothing. Everything's fine. Why?"

He reached his hand out and touched my cheek, brushing his thumb just under my eye. "Because you're crying, Star." He told me softly, wiping away a few more tears that were falling. "What's wrong?"

I blinked several times, trying to clear my eyes. I didn't even know I was crying, but then I guess I may have let my thoughts get away from me for a moment or two. "Nothing's wrong. I'm just thinking too much."

"What about?"

I shrugged. "The past, the future, you know, everything." Okay, so it was a bit more than just that, but I wasn't exactly sure it was the best time to go into it. "You know, River was so stupid using up her regenerations like that."

The Doctor chuckled a little. "You would have preferred it if we had both died?"

"Hey, we would have gone together, right? I know she saved us, but it was still a stupid thing to do. She used up all her remaining regenerations, if anything happens to her, she'll die now, no more regenerating." I reminded him. It wasn't that I was angry with her, I was upset that she had been so careless and used up so many of her lives.

"We both know what happens to River." He whispered to me.

I nodded. "Yeah, the library." Both of us sat in silence for a few minutes. "How did we get to talking about this in the first place? Oh, that's right, I called River stupid."

"I think someone is just a little rude now." The Doctor told me, trying his best not to laugh.

All I could do was smirk at him. "You, are rude and not ginger. I am rude and ginger!" I reminded him, causing him to sulk a little. "I have no idea where the ginger has come from, I've always had my mothers hair, apart from the one time that I'd rather not think about."

He reached out a hand and started playing with the ginger streaks. "You're lucky, you get younger and more beautiful every time you regenerate." He told me. I could feel the blood creeping up my neck and into my cheeks. "You always get to keep your amazing hair. Even if it does change style, it's always the same colour."

"Apart from that one time…" I mumbled, still trying to push that vision of me with black hair out of my head. "So, as I was saying before. What's the plan?"

"I have absolutely no idea. What do you want to do?" The Doctor asked me, still playing with my hair. I always liked it when he did that.

I closed my eyes and let myself fall back on the bed once more. I had to many thoughts and ideas teeming through my head, a lot more than I usually did. "Oh, I don't know. We never did make it to the Eye of Orion, and we still need to take Amy to Rio. We could go to the crystal waterfalls of Pacalon Three. Oh, or how about we take the Ponds to see…" I stopped when I saw the smirk that the Doctor was giving me. "What? Why are you looking at me like that?"

"You're rambling." He told me quietly, still with that smirk on his face.

"What?" I gasped, slightly outraged that he would ever think that I rambled. He was the one who rambled, not me. "How can you say I was rambling. I was making suggestions of where to go, you asked me what I wanted to do, I was simply making suggestions, just like you asked me to. How in the universe can you ever thing that I would ramble? Rambling is your thing, it has always been your thing. And oh, my God. I am rambling." I said, suddenly realising that I really was just letting it all spout out without really thinking about it.

The Doctor chuckled beside me. "Yes, you're definitely rambling."

"Great." I mumbled, pouting at him a little. "I'm turning into you. I just hope to don't decide to go for ridiculous articles of clothing or headwear."

"There is nothing wrong with the way that I dress. And fezzes are cool." He told me, straightening his bow tie.

I couldn't help but let out a little laugh. "And I guess Stetsons are cool as well, huh?" I asked me, a small smile on my face.

"Yes. Just like bow ties are cool. Do you have a problem with that?" He asked me, one eyebrow raised as he looked at me, waiting for an answer.

"I really want to say yes here, but I know that if I do, you're going to make me pay for it. So I'll just go ahead and say, no. No I do not have a problem with your bow ties, fezzes and Stetsons." I told him, trying to act as innocent as I could.

Only I knew it wasn't working, because the Doctor was smirking at me. "You just admitted that you do have a problem with the way I dress. And yes, I am going to make you pay for it." He told me, trying to sound menacing, but completely failing.

"Hmm, revenge isn't really your style, my darling Doctor." I told him, letting a cheeky grin spread across my own face. "But if you really want to make me pay, you're going to have to catch me first." I whispered to him, before leaping off the bed and charging for the door. It opened before I even reached it, and closed by itself behind me. I knew that Sexy was helping me out, giving me a head start.

I ducked into one of the rooms along one of the corridors after turning several times and being sure that the Doctor was not right behind me. It wasn't until I actually stepped away from the door that I realised where I was. I slowly walked across the rich red grass, holding my breath as I did.

This was a room I had long ago forgotten about, long before everything happened. With each step I took, I felt both my hearts clenching. It was the last little piece of home that the Doctor and I had, a room so vast a filled with all the wonders of home. I looked up, knowing that the orange sky wasn't real, but admiring it none the less.

My eyes scanned where I was standing, and I noticed the bright orange flowers that looked like they were on fire. Walking over to them, I remembered more of when the room was actually created, just before the Doctor left on his own for the first time. I had made the room, with a little help of course, to make sure that he always had a piece of home with him.

I reached out and touched the flower, which seemed to stretch towards my hand. I had planted them myself, all of the flowers there had been planted by me, most of them from seeds. I doubted that even the Doctor remembered about the room that felt so much like home. I knew he was more than happy to avoid thinking of it, because of what happened and what he had to do.

I guess, I must have drifted off into a world of my own, because I pretty much screamed when I felt a hand on my shoulder.

"Star, are you okay?" The Doctor asked me, looking at me with his face full of concern.

I swallowed the lump in my throat and nodded at him. "Yeah, I'm okay. You just scared the living daylights out of me, that's all." I told him, trying to bring myself back to reality and not freak out from the shock he had just given me. "Don't ever creep up on me like that again." I said, wagging a finger at him.

He held his hands up in defence as he made himself more comfortable on the grass beside me. "So, what are you doing in here?" He asked me, wrapping his arms around my waist and resting his head on my shoulder from behind me.

"Nothing. Stumbled upon it really. Honestly, I had pretty much forgotten all about it until now, it's been a long time since I was in here." I told him, leaning back a little and letting out a sigh. "I'm surprised the flowers are still blooming."

The Doctor chuckled a little. "Well of course they are, I do actually look after them." His comment made me whip my head around a little so that I could see his face and give him a questioning look. "I didn't forget about this place. You'd be surprised the amount of times I found myself in here. I did look after your lovely, beautiful flowers as well."

"I'd forgotten all about this place until I saw it." I admitted to him. "Can't believe it's still here." I said, my hand reaching out for the orange flower once more.

"Of course it's still here. Why wouldn't it be?" The Doctor asked me, reaching his hand out for the same flower. "Our last little piece of home."

"Why did you keep it? And why did you still come here?" I asked, letting the petals tickle the tips of my fingers.

"You." He whispered to me, his breath tickling my cheek a little as well. "For you, because of you, just… you. When I was here, I felt like you were still here with me as well. I would spend hours in here, sometimes even days, just thinking about you, wishing that you where here." The Doctor told me. "I could just sit and look at the flowers, I could imagine that you were there, tending to them. When I was in here, so were you."

All I could do was look at him. That was not the answer I had ever expected from him, I didn't know that he could be so… sentimental. "You really have gone soft in your old age." I told him, giving him a slight nudge.

"No, if I've gone soft it's because of you." He told me, as he started playing with my hair. "Now, I distinctly remember someone saying that they had a problem with the way that I dressed." I tensed. I had slightly forgotten about that. "Ah, so you remember, do you?"

I let out a sigh. "Yes, you caught me. Now what are you going to do about it?"

"I'm going to take you out for dinner." He said, making me look at him with a hint of shock on my face.

"And what about Amy and Rory?" I asked him, knowing that we couldn't just leave them in the TARDIS while we went off out for dinner.

"Well, all of us. We'll all go out for dinner."

I suddenly remembered Amy's words when the Doctor had suggested taking her and Rory somewhere, together. "What, like a date?" I asked him, finding out that I could put on a rather good Scottish accent.

The Doctor rolled his eyes at me. "Yes, like a date. Do you have a problem with that?" I simply shook my head at him. Of course I didn't have a problem with it, in fact, I thought it was a really nice idea. "Well then, let's go and tell the Ponds the plan." He said, getting up and holding his hands out to help me up as well.

I gave one last look around the room, our secret room that was filled with memories and our home. Now that I knew it was there, I was pretty sure I would be finding myself there a lot more often. When we weren't running around saving the universe, obviously.

A few minutes later, we found ourselves in the console room, where Amy and Rory were sitting on the stairs, kissing. The Doctor cleared his throat rather loudly to get their attention, while I did something different, a little less subtle. "Oh, that is disgusting." I cried. "Get a room." The pair quickly broke away, Amy grinning and Rory blushing furiously.

"And where have the pair of you been?" Amy asked, looking at me in particular.

I shrugged at her. "Sitting in one of the gardens." I told her, as if sitting in a garden on a space ship that was bigger on the inside and travelled through time as well as space was nothing out of the ordinary.

"One of the gardens? You mean, there are gardens in the TARDIS?" Amy asked, a look of disbelief on her face. All I could do was nod at her. "And what exactly where you doing in this garden?" I could tell from her tone that she thought the Doctor and I had been up to something.

"Well, I was looking at the flowers. I planted them myself a very long time ago, and it seems that someone has been taking rather good care of them." I said, sending a quick glance to the Doctor so that Amy knew what I meant.

Immediately her attention turned to the man in question. "Doctor, you look after the gardens?" Yes, she was having trouble believing it.

"Well I don't have a grounds keeper to look after it. It's not like I have a maid who cleans everything up. I don't have a butler to tend to my even need." He said in a huff as he shuffled around the console. "I looked after Star's garden."

"It's not just my garden, it's our garden. I made it for us, not just for me and you know that." I told him softly as I followed him around the console. "And apparently, I'm the maid, and the butler."

"Okay, I'm just completely lost here." Rory said, moving from the stairs and joining his wife. "You were in one of the gardens, a garden that Star basically made." He asked, making me nod. "Well, I'm glad that's cleared up." I couldn't help but laugh. I loved Rory to bits, nothing surprised him anymore. If I told him that there was a whole room filled with exotic fish and you could view them by walking through the glass tube, he'd simply believe me. Actually, now that I think about it, I think there is a walk through aquarium somewhere on board.

"Yes, so am I." The Doctor called. "Amy, Star, go get changed. Evening wear, we're going somewhere posh."

I cleared my throat and looked at him. "Rory, Doctor, go get changed. Black suit and tie, we're going somewhere posh." I said, causing Amy to laugh from behind me.

"Yes, yes, fine." The Doctor said, coming over to me. "Now go and get changed." He told me, before pressing his lips against mine. He was about to pull away, when I quickly wrapped my arms around his neck, deepening the kiss and taking him by complete surprise.

"Oh, get a room." I heard Amy said, and I had to hold in the laughter while the Doctor let out a slight groan.

When I finally let the Doctor go, he was blushing, a lot like how Rory had been. "Amelia, may I remind you that I do have a room. In fact, I have more than one, this is one of my rooms." I said, giving her a grin. "You know, this is our ship after all."

All the red head could do was roll her eyes at me. "Come on, we need to get ready." She said, before grabbing hold of my arm and dragging me down the corridors and towards the huge wardrobe.

"So, how are you and Rory doing? You know, with the whole Melody being River thing?" I asked, as we started to rummage through the dresses.

"I… I don't know. It's weird. Melody was my best friend, and now I find out that she is the daughter that was taken away from me." Amy said. I could tell from the tone she was using that she wasn't sure about discussing it.

"But remember what she said, Amy, you did get to raise her after all. You were there, beside her, you were her best friend. How many people can actually say that and know it was completely true?" I asked, really hoping that I wasn't stepping the mark by saying it.

To my surprise she turned and smiled at me. "I know. But it's different, I wasn't there for her as a mother."

I understood what she meant, being a mother and being a best friend is completely different. Amy had desperately wanted to be Melody's mother, and I wished so badly that things had been different. "Either way, you were there for her. You got to see her growing up, reprimanded her for her mistakes, tried to show her the way. Three things that both a mother and a best friend do."

I saw her nodding her head at me. "I know. You're right, but it still…"

"Hurts?" I offered, getting another nod from the woman. "I know, Amy. To have your child taken away from you is so painful, such an unbearable pain." I said, without really thinking about it. "All you want to do is hold them, protect them, love them with everything that you have. But you can't, because someone took all of that away from you. And nothing in the universe can ever replace that."

Before I even realised it, a tear had slipped down my cheek, just one, single tear. "Star, were you… I mean, did you ever…" I knew what Amy was asking, and now that the Doctor knew, I was no longer afraid to tell the truth.

"My friends died, and I was given their beautiful baby boy to care for. Their families trust me, and I was not going to let my friends down." I told her, trying so hard to keep it all together. "And I loved that boy so much, and I would have done anything for him. But he was taken away from me, Amy. I told you once before, about a child I was looking after just suddenly disappearing from my life. That was him, and he was taken."

Instantly, Amy wrapped her arms around me. "Star, I'm sorry. I didn't know. I'm so sorry." She whispered to me.

"Amy… there's more." I told her, making her pull back a little to look at me. "A long time after, before the Doctor and I were separated for so long, something else happened." My lip ended up being caught between my lips as I tried to find the words to tell her. "Yes, I was going to be a mother, and the Doctor was going to be a father. But he didn't know, no one knew except for me and my other mother. At least that was what I thought. Our baby was killed, before they were even born, Amy. That was my punishment for defying the President, for loving the Doctor."

She stood there, her mouth hanging open, clearly not knowing what to say. But eventually she found her voice. "Oh, God. Star, I'm sorry." She told me, before wrapping her arms around me again, only this time even tighter. "You've been through so much."

"I only told the Doctor recently. After what happened at Demons Run." I whispered to her, deciding I needed to talk to someone, tell her about what else happened. "He shut me out for three months, it was killing me, the bond was slowly killing me."

I felt her tense as she held me, knowing that what I had told her had shocked her. "The Doctor, was killing you?" She whispered, as if she was unable to believe her own words.

"It wasn't his fault. He was hurting, we both were. Neither of us really knew what to do. Amy, I ran away from him, and it took him three months to realise I was gone. We were both struggling, and in a way, we still are. So much has happened in such a short time, it's hard to keep up with it all."

Of course, Amy didn't really know what to say. But that was okay, because I didn't expect her to say anything. I had told her, because she was like a sister to me, and I wanted her to know that she wasn't the only one who had felt that pain, that there was someone who could vaguely relate to what she had been through.

"Anyway, come on. We need to be getting ready." I told Amy, moving past everything I had just told her and knowing that we really did need to start getting ready.

"Are you sure you're okay, Star?" There was worry in her voice, and I really did appreciate it.

I smiled at her. "I'm not going to lie and say that I am, but I'm better than I have been and I'm getting there. I knew things weren't going to get better over night, but things are starting to get better."

The look on her face told me that she wasn't convinced, but it soon softened and turned into a smile. "Okay, if you're sure." She said, before we both turned our attention back to the dresses. "So, what exactly is the Doctor planning?"

I shrugged my shoulders at her as I let my hand run over a deep purple silk dress. "I have no idea. I think he's planning a double date or something."

"A double date?"

"Yeah. I haven't got a clue where he got the idea from, and if I'm honest, I don't think I want to know. I will never understand how his mind works sometimes." My hand was still hovering over the same dress. For some reason, it was just drawing me closer to it, and I was ignoring all the others.

Amy must have noticed, as I found her standing beside me and pulling the dress of the rail. "Wow, that is gorgeous." She said, looking it over. I had only now noticed the way it was cut, tight around the bodice, but a completely loose and flowing skirt.

"Yeah, I guess it is." I said, my eyes still locked on the dress.

"Right, come on." Amy called, picking a red dress from the rail and grabbing onto my arm. "Time to start getting ready. By the time I'm finished with you, the Doctor isn't going to know what to do."

I looked at her cautiously. "What exactly do you mean, Amy?" I was a little unsure of what she had in store, and that made me nervous.

"I mean, you are going to look so amazing and stunning that the Doctor isn't going to know what hit him." She explained, a grin on her face as she dragged me towards one of the large rooms within the wardrobe.

"Right, well I'm in no mood to argue with you, Amy. If you think that you can turn me into something more than just a… well, whatever I look like at the moment, then please, go for it." I said, gesturing to the clothes that I was wearing.

"Well then, I had better get to work then, hadn't I?" She said, sitting my down at the dressing table, a wide grin on her face. I started to play with my hands in my lap, nerves were starting to take over and I was definitely starting to think that this had been a bad idea. But there was nothing I could do now, Amy was not going to let me get out of it.

After having Amy fussing over my hair, and my make up, she finally let me see the disaster that was me in a dress. I was actually slightly surprise, I didn't look as bad as I thought I would. Amy had done my hair so that most of it was up, but there were some curled strands hanging around my face.

"So, what do you think?" Amy asked me, looking a little anxious as she waited for me to answer her.

"I… I… that is definitely not me." I whispered, looking in the mirror. "I look nothing like that, do I? I haven't really had much time to look at myself in the mirror."

"Star, that really is you." Amy told me, coming up behind me and wearing the red dress that she had picked up. "Now come on, we can't keep our boys waiting."

I nodded at her, and we linked arms as we made our way back through the TARDIS and to the console room. I just hoped that the Doctor had actually bothered to go and get changed. When we reached the room, I was pleasantly surprised to see that he had. He was wearing his suit, the same one from Amy's wedding, minus the top hat.

"So, are you boys ready then?" Amy called, dragging me into the room. I was dragging my heels, if that was possible in high heels, really not sure that it was such a good idea to dress up.

The Doctor quickly spun around, and instantly his eyes locked onto me. I felt the blood rushing up my neck and into my face. I just hoped that the make up that Amy had slapped onto my face was going to be enough to cover the blush that was taking over my face.

"Star, you… you look…" I bit my lip nervously, wondering what he was thinking. He had decided to shut me out, the moment he had seen me he had done it, and that worried me. "You look stunning." He said, before quickly moving over to me.

"Uh, thanks. You don't look to bad yourself." I mumbled, my eyes falling to the glass floor beneath our feet.

I felt his hand under my chin, lifting it up so that our eyes met. There was a soft smile on his face. "Absolutely beautiful." He whispered to me, before he gently pressed his lips against mine. When he pulled away, we were both blush, and both the Ponds were watching. "Right, shall we?" He asked, holding his arm out for me.

I couldn't help but smile at him. "We shall." I said, linking my arm through his, grabbing a hold of Amy and Rory along the way to the doors. It was going to be an interesting dinner, the four of us together. Our own little family. After everything that had happened, I think it was just what we all needed. Some time to just relax, and not have to worry about everything, just us, and nothing else.


A/N: Well guys, I hope you liked it. Things are going to be different between the Doctor and his Star now. But can you guess how?

Let me know what you think, and thank you to everyone who has favourited/followed and everyone who has taken the time to review.

Pippa.