07.05.11: Wow, getting reviews so quickly! I'm glad I've not received flames and hate yet, that's a real boost. And like before, some replies for my reviewers!

maybegee: I apologise profusely for any pain caused while reading this, but I'm glad you like it. :D

The 11th Doctor's Mermaid Sam: Good to know I can trust online translators. Something will happen, I promise, but you'll have to keep reading to find out when. I am considering whether or not to have Amy appear for a bit, but nothing is definite concerning that yet.

Torchwood Boy: You have no idea how good your review made me feel.

InkNerd: Thank you so much! I knew Rory would hardly be able to give Amy up quickly, so that why I left a mostly undetermined amount of time between chapters. Except for this and the next chapter.

mira.g: You want the kiss? Well, there isn't long to wait. ;)

Chapter Four

Inside the TARDIS, the Doctor murmured softly as woke and turned over in the bed, his eyes meeting Rory's calm, sleeping face. He wanted to reach up and feel the human's skin against his own again, but didn't, out of fear of disturbing his, what looked like a peaceful sleep. He settled for just looking at him, measuring every detail of his face. Rory shifted in his slumber, lying on his back. His lips were parted slightly, and there was something the Doctor found annoyingly cute about it. He sat up slowly, rubbed his eyes and ran a hand through his floppy hair. He glanced back over his shoulder at Rory for a second, and then looked away before he could start staring again.

He couldn't believe it. Was he really starting to have feelings for the human? He'd only meant to help Rory to get over Amy, not to replace her. He put his head in his hands and groaned quietly. This couldn't be happening; he couldn't be getting feelings for yet another human. The last human he loved was currently in a parallel world, running around with a half-human version of him. After he'd lost Rose, he told himself he'd stop falling for humans; they're too delicate, too fragile. But something in him wanted to protect Rory from everything that could ever hurt him. Another part of him wished he'd not turned away when Rory was about to kiss him. He took another look at Rory, who hadn't moved again. He looked so vulnerable. The way the light was hitting Rory's skin made it look like he was shining, and the way the covers were slanted across the man's chest made him look like a tired teenager. He looked back to Rory's face and decided he would suggest the man shaved later too.

His lips were still slightly apart, and the memory of their almost-kiss flew back into his head. He could do it. He could kiss Rory, and the man wouldn't even know. Maybe these feelings would go away once he had kissed him. Maybe he had already kissed him, as his memory concerning the night before was a little foggy. But if he did it now, and it was their first kiss, he might be able to stop thinking about it. There was only one way to find out.

With as little noise as what was Gallifreyanly possible, he started to lean towards Rory. He reached over, putting a hand on the other side of Rory's body so he could lower himself more carefully. Closer, and closer, it felt like he was taking ages to reach him. The Doctor licked his lips in anticipation and his hearts beating twice as fast and so loud, he thought he'd wake Rory. Closer, and closer, he could feel the man's warm breath against his skin, making him shiver slightly. He took a last look before closing his eyes and making the final movement that would give him what he wanted.

"Mmrph..." Rory mumbled quietly, and as the Doctor leapt back in surprise, he fell off of the bed with a dull thud against the carpeted floor. He picked himself up, and peered over the bed to see Rory still sleeping soundly. He let out a sigh of relief and stood up, giving his elbow a little rub from the awkward landing.

It was then he realised that he wasn't wearing a great deal of clothes, and looked down to see he was only in a pair of black boxer shorts and some grey socks. His face flushed red in embarrassment, and even though no one was awake to see him, he was more desperate to know the details of last night. He decided he would get dressed, and the memories would come back in time. He pulled on the usual, trousers, socks, shoes, shirt, braces, tweed jacket and bow-tie. He was pretty sure he was wearing a fez when they'd left last night, but its current location was unknown. As he dressed, he thought about lifting the covers to see if Rory were as nude as he was, but decided against it in favour of not disturbing him.

The Doctor sat idly in the console room of the TARDIS, his legs folded and a cup of coffee in hand. He'd started to remember some of last night, it seeming the more coffee he had, the more memories were brought to the surface. He sipped at the drink, and started to remember from about an hour after they entered the Maldovarium...

"Fishes, the bitey fishes!" the Doctor said, laughing raucously at Rory's drunken impression of the Saturnyne Vampire Fish they'd met in 16th century Venice. In their little booth, on the table in front of the two, there were fifteen empty glasses of various shapes and sizes, eleven of them having been drunken by Rory. They had both tried the anti gravity drink, and quite enjoyed floating, until the Doctor fell onto Rory when its effect wore off. There was another moment of awkward silence between the two, but the Doctor quickly straightened it out by ordering more drinks.

Since then, Rory had drunk a considerable amount more than the Doctor, and Rory was definitely more intoxicated than the Doctor. Now they were impersonating the aliens they'd met on their travels, and it was the Doctor's turn. He began to flick his tongue around as if he were one of the Homo Reptilia that they had met in Wales in 2020, which made Rory not only howl with laughter, but also think that the tipsy Doctor looked kind of sexy when he was pretending to be a... a... It was on the tip of the tongue.

"Lizards, with the guns!" Rory exclaimed as he mimed holding a gun, earning a thumbs up in response from the Doctor while he downed half of his drink. While the Doctor may have been a little drunk, but he could still remember that day with detail. They were taking their leave from the underground Homo Reptilia civilisation, when Restac had crawled out from where she'd been hiding and fired at the Doctor. Rory had pushed him out of the way and taken the bullet, for which the Doctor still felt a little guilty for. Rory shouldn't have had to have done that for him. The Doctor could've regenerated, but Rory died, properly died, not like when the old woman had gassed him in the dream world of Leadworth. It had given him a wakeup call about what could happen to the people he brought on the TARDIS. His expression turned sour, but quickly turned into one of surprise when Rory took the Doctor's glass-holding hand, and pushed it against him mouth, forcing him to drink more. "Don' look so grumpy, granddad!" the human sniggered, returning his hand to his own drink. The Doctor smiled as he drank, annoyed with himself that he'd become sad when he was supposed to be making Rory happier.

"I've got another!" the Doctor said, deciding to try and impersonate the Siren they'd come across on Captain Avery's pirate ship. He reached his arm out towards Rory, opened his mouth slightly and tried to sing like the Siren had. Rory laughed, knowing who the Doctor was copying, and tried to play along. He gazed lustfully at the Doctor and took his hand, the Time Lord giving him a sharp yank, making Rory fall against the Doctor, who wrapped his arms around the human. "Now you're under my spell." said the Doctor, drawing out the last syllable.

"Yer the most bootiful man I've ever seen." Rory said dreamily as he closed his eyes, putting his own arms around the Doctor's stomach and letting his head lie on his chest, listening to his hearts beating. The two men stayed like that for a moment, before Rory sat up. "I need... need the loo." he said before standing up and edging around the table to get out.

"Min' the weirdos!" the Doctor called to him, getting a rude look from some of the more... exotic species around the room. "Ooh, sorry." he mumbled to them, attacking yet another drink.

07.05.11: I split the memory in half, the other half of which is going to be in the next chapter. So, I'll be looking for some reviews before I add it on. :)

08.05.11: The rest of the memory is finished, I'm just in need of a way to close the chapter off.

I'll get on it as soon as I've gotten some of my college coursework done.

Childcare is far too difficult. xD

Chapter 5 will be here soon! With love, RyRy.