Because I am an overexcited publisher there are no reviewers to thank, so I will just keep going with this regardless.
Disclaimer: Still not mine apart from the bits that are.
Enjoy.
"Hold on tight. This could get bumpy!"
"You don't say!"
The Doctor looked across from his rather unflattering position clinging to the railings of the console room, to see his fiery haired companion, Amelia Pond, staring at him in mock anger, mirroring his position from across the room. The Doctor was not fazed. However much Amy complained of hating the movement of his wonderful TARDIS, the spark of humour and excitement in her green-brown eyes gave her true thoughts away. Rory on the other hand, was no actor. His emotion was displayed clearly, with his somewhat spindly form being flung across the main platform of the console room every time the TARDIS hit a bump in the time vortex. Whenever Rory had the opportunity pause for breath, another jolt would move him without- his consent he may add- to a different position, most often on the console room floor, which he was getting far too familiar with for his liking. Realising only a few days before that is possible to get Space Sick, Rory shut his eyes and waited for it all to be over.
With a cry of Geronimo which was interrupted by a number of wheezes and gasps, settled the end of the 'turbulence' as the Doctor called it, as a red and white leaver was pulled by a sweating and shaking hand. The TARDIS was silent for a few minutes, apart from the gasping of both the Doctor and Amy, and the groans from a now pale green Rory. After the few discretionary minutes of calm had come to a rather awkward end, the Doctor now back to his usual undamaged self, jumped to his feet and started fiddling with the scanner. Amy crossed the room on unsteady legs to tap Rory on the shoulder, the now commonly used signal that he could uncurl himself from the foetal position, and could either stagger to the nearest bathroom, or look crossly at the Doctor for few seconds before staggering to the nearest bathroom. For Rory, neither was a particularly pleasant option, but as staring accusingly at the Doctor used energy that at the time he just didn't have, he decides to go for the first option and quickly left the room on shaking legs.
Amy sighed as she looked forlornly at the back of her departing husband, before turning on her heels and looking over the Doctor's shoulder at the scanner the Doctor had coaxed into life.
"So, where are we then? Somewhere dangerous I presume. It always is with you after all. What have you got for me this time then raggedy man?"
The doctor smiled slightly, as he always did when he heard the oh so familiar lilt of Amy's Scottish accent. Turning around, he swapped his look of happiness to that of confusion, as he processed the result that had just shown up on the rather disgruntled scanner. Looking back to Amy who had now been joined by a slightly queasy looking Rory, he explained as he blew air out of his cheeks in a bemused manor.
"We, Ponds, are on a roof. Early 21st century I'd say, your time actually, and if I am right, then there is not an alien in sight. Not quite sure why the TARDIS landed us here at the moment, but what do you say we take a look and find out for ourselves?"
Rory looked confused while Amy just looked exited, the spark of adventure kindling in her eyes. The Doctor went as if to open the doors, but Rory who had moved out of his confused trance like state, stopped him with a typical Rory question, as the Doctor would have put it.
"Wait. Doctor you said a roof. Isn't that kind of dangerous? I mean, how come we aren't falling by now?"
He Doctor sighed and turned back to the door.
"Flat roof Rory. Flat roof. Now, who wants an adventure?"
Rory rolled his eyes at the Doctor's departing back, and was about to share a look with his wife, when he realised that she too was moving towards the doors. Muttering to himself something about only asking logical questions, Rory followed the duo out into the chilly autumnal night.