A/N: cross-posted on a03 under the same name
"Doctor?"
The coy tone of her words floats throughout the TARDIS as the man himself almost dances around the console, flipping switches up and turning knobs.
"Yes, Pond?" The Doctor looks up, the rhythm of his moves halted by her presence. They were peacefully flying through the time vortex, done for the day after being chased around for five hours by rock people.
"Not rock people, Amy!" He had chastised her. "They're the Margrethe..." She zoned out after that.
She holds up a police hat. "What's this?"
Her voice sounds sickly sweet, trying to hide the complete and utter amusement in her tone. All she knew was that it wasn't hers. For one, this hat was a striking orange instead of black. Plus, this one had a completely black stripe around it, instead of checkered.
The Doctor looks at the hat for one moment before looking away, hiding his face. "Isn't that yours? Although, I could have sworn you've never worn your..." He clears his throat. "...outfit, on the TARDIS,"
She knew her own kissogram outfits, thank you. And by the looks of it, she could tell when she saw another.
After the annoyance leaves as quickly as it came, it takes almost everything in her not to burst out laughing. "Mine was black, not orange. Try again, Doctor,"
"The wardrobe is just up the stairs, isn't it?" He asserts, flicking his eyes up to the staircase. Amy walks down the same one, a smirk plastered on her face.
"Yes, but it isn't mine…" She walks right up to him and places the hat on his head carefully, making sure to keep his bangs flat.
She frowns. "And it can't be yours, either!"
The Doctor gives her a look, a mixture of offended and amused. "Oi! Who said it couldn't be mine?!"
His reflection in the mirror told him he looks ridiculous.
Amy takes the hat off of him, careful not to blow her whole charade, placing it on the console. "I saw the whole outfit, and there's no way you would've looked good in it."
The Doctor splutters for a moment, grabbing it to place on her head. "There's a lot you don't know about me, Amelia." A faraway smile appears on his face.
She reels back. "Wait, you're telling me- you…?"
It takes her a moment before she finally thinks of something, a part of her laughing while the other one was screaming.
"Intergalactic kissogram?!"
The Doctor spins to twirl around the console again, shaking his head. "They loved me! I spoke all sorts of different languages, making it easier for me to go up to whoever I want and charm them," He spins Amy around to meet his gaze.
"Although, some of the messages were rather weird…" He couldn't help but cringe. "Once I told an Atron that his girlfriend was breaking up with him… what an interesting night that was,"
Amy flushes deeply, watching as the Doctor moves around the console yet again. It was almost dizzying watching him move around with such grace and care, yet looking like a confused giraffe.
She clears her throat. "Not to sound rude, Doctor, but I'm still surprised you managed to get River to marry you. I just can't imagine you-" She takes the hat off her head. "-doing this for a living!"
The Doctor lets out a short laugh. "It wasn't me who did all of that, my previous incarnation was rather…" He looks off in the distance yet again, like waking up from a dream and remembering tiny details from something long forgotten. "-promiscuous! That's the word!"
She shakes her head. "Go on then! Show me what he looked like, I'll be the real judge of this," Sliding up to him, she grins. "I used to be one, anyway. You meet a lot of people in that business."
With a few taps of the keys a hologram shows up behind her, reading off a prerecorded message.
"Hello! I'm the Doctor!" It waves, giving a coy smile. It takes everything in Amy not to let her jaw drop.
She turns back to him, her arms flinging out in front of her. "You used to look like that?!"
If she's being completely honest, he was actually sort of hot. And, despite her mind constantly telling her she was wrong… it felt like she saw someone like that in a particular outfit before.
The Doctor behind her spoke up. "I am the tenth incarnation out of eleven incarnations."
The fiery red-head didn't even know who to look at. Before she could say anything else, the hologram flickers away, leaving the room silent once more.
"Right! Off to bed for you, Pond!" He taps her nose before going back to work, leaving her shell shocked. "Rory is waiting!"
She turns to go up the stairs, the hat still resting on her head. "Is there more you haven't told us, Doctor?" She asks, not wanting to know the answer yet also latching onto any information her ex-imaginary friend gave her.
He gives her an enigmatic smile. "I've lived over 900 years, Pond," He starts, looking up from the console. The TARDIS hums in the background. "There's lots of things I've been through,"
As she turns back around to run up the staircase to get some sleep, there's a small laugh behind her. "By the way, it wasn't a police outfit."
She looks back. "My name is the Doctor. A nurse outfit would work way better, wouldn't it?"
A light blush stains her cheeks as she continues to run up the stairs, a laugh bubbling up within her.
Yeah. She's definitely seen him before. Even though he was supposed to be intergalactic.
But that was a story for another time.
(And, note to herself, to never tell Rory about this. Ever.)