When she awoke the next morning, Amy found her self a bit dazed. She rubbed her eyes and looked around the temporarily unfamiliar room until her tired brain caught up with her and reminded her where she was. When she sat herself up, she realized she was wearing the clothes she put on last night to go out to the pub along with the Doctor's tweed jacket. She tried to piece together the events of what happened the night before. She remembered walking to the pub, meeting the guys from the football team, Shawn buying drinks, dancing with the Doctor; everything else was a blur. The strain of trying to jog her memory made her head throb. She rubbed her temples and gave up. I'm sure the Doctor can fill me in, she thought to herself. As she pulled the covers off her legs, she noticed something at the foot of the bed; a pair of sweats and a football jersey along with a note.
Amy,
I thought you might want something comfortable to wear today. I'll have breakfast ready when you wake up. Big day today!
-The Doctor.
Amy smiled at his note. She got out of bed and changed into the clothes the Doctor left for her. She folded up the note and tucked it in the pocket of one of her bags for safe keeping. She tiptoed down the hallway to the bathroom and began cleaning herself up. In the kitchen, the Doctor sat at the bar reading the newspaper. The more he read, the more he laughed.
"This lot will make news out of anything." He said to himself as he read an article about celebrity sightings in Colchester.
He continued to read for a few more minutes until he heard water running at the other end of the flat. He laid the newspaper on the table and made his way back to the bathroom to check up on Amy. He knocked lightly on the door and waited for a response. She jumped a bit when she heard the noise on the other side of the door sending half her toiletries flying through the air and then on to the floor.
"Sorry! Didn't mean to scare you. Just making sure you were alive and well." The Doctor said through the door. "How's your ankle?"
"What's wrong with my ankle?" Amy exclaimed as she pulled up the hem of the sweat pants to examine her ankles. Sure enough, the left one had a big, purple bruise on it. "Doctor, why is there a bruise on my ankle?"
"I'll explain over breakfast. Hurry up, Pond." The Doctor spun on his heels and returned to the kitchen and began preparing Amy's breakfast. Amy stayed in the bathroom for several more minutes washing her face and brushing her teeth. She looked at her reflection and mentally prepared herself for the stories the Doctor had for her from last night. Suddenly a delicious smell seeped into the bathroom from under the door. Amy forgot all about her bruised ankle and trying to remember what happened last night and followed it down the hall in to the kitchen. She stopped where the hallway and the living room met. A few feet away, the Doctor was cooking up a storm with a towel over his shoulder. Amy stood there quietly and watched him work. He sauteed and stirred and flipped things effortlessly all at once. Considering he was usually less than graceful to say the least, seeing the Doctor like this was a sight to behold. She quietly walked over to the breakfast bar and hoisted herself up on a stool hoping not to disturb him. To her dismay, the Doctor turned around with a plate of food and set it in front of her.
"Bon appetite." He smiled. Before Amy dug in to her food, she reached across the bar and fixed the hair that had fallen in front of his eyes while he was hard at work cooking.
"Thank you for the breakfast."
"My pleasure. How are you feeling?"
"Awful. But the food is helping."
"What hurts?" the Doctor asked pulling his sonic screwdriver from his pocket.
"Just my head and my ankle." Amy watched him fiddle with the settings on the screwdriver before he pointed it at her head. After a few seconds of sonicing her head, he ducked under the table and did the same to her bruised ankle.
"That should take the pain away, and the bruising will fade faster but it might take a day or so." The Doctor flashed Amy a satisfied smile. "Now go on, eat up!"
The Doctor had cooked her a shmorgishborg of food including crepes, french toast, a omelet, and even tea just the way she liked it. If the Doctor hadn't already soniced away the pain, the food would have made her forget all about it.
"Aren't you going to have something?" She asked feeling a bit guilty that she had all this wonderful food for herself.
"Mine's almost finished cooking." the Doctor said excitedly. Just then the oven's timer dinged. He turned back around and began preparing his own meal. When he was finished, he sat on the stool across from her and produced a plate a fish fingers and a bowl of custard. Amy shook her head at how ridiculous he was.
"All this amazing food and you make yourself fish fingers and custard." She laughed.
"I can have crepes and omelets any time. When the TARDIS is finished repairing, I'll take you to eighteenth century France so you can have the real thing if you want. But how often do I get to enjoy fish fingers and custard?" He said as he drenched one of the fish fingers in custard. He took a bite and a satisfied smile spread across his face. Amy shook her head and continued eating her delicious breakfast.
"Wait, where are Craig and Sophie?"
"They're getting groceries and lunch, I believe."
"Lunch?" Amy looked down her watch. It was half passed two already. She hadn't realized that she had slept in quite so late. But at least Craig and Sophie wouldn't be there to help her relive last night. It was embarrassing enough that the Doctor had to do it. The pair ate in silence while Amy worked up the courage to say something.
"So, Doctor," Amy began anxiously. "What exactly happened last night?"
"Right. Funny story, actually. We went down to the pub, the entire football team bought you drinks, you danced a bit with Shawn before I cut in. We were having a great night until you started tripping over your own feet."
"We danced? You can dance?"
"Do you just assume I don't know how to do anything human? Yes I can dance. Rather well, I might add." The Doctor said indignantly. Amy raised her eyebrows at him but didn't say anything. She didn't want to hurt his ego any more than she apparently had. "Anyway, our marvelous dancing was cut short by you stumbling about so I called a cab and brought us back."
"So what about my ankle, then?"
"Well, when the cab dropped us off, you went from tripping to falling and I had to carry you inside."
"What does that have to do with my ankle?"
"I might have hit it off a wall... or two." Amy glared at him from across the bar. "You try carrying that pair of legs you've got without hitting it off something!"
"So I didn't do anything too awful, right? No dancing on tables or bringing home strays?"
"Nope. I got you home safe and sound as usual."
"I can always count on you." Amy chuckled. Even though she would never admit it to him, she wasn't kidding when she said that. Any time she needed him, he was there. It didn't matter if she was tripping over her feet or staring down the eye stalk of a dalek.
"Anything else you need filled in on?" He asked before taking a bite from another fish finger covered in custard.
"Just one thing. Why was I wearing your jacket when I woke up this morning?" She inquired.
"I put it on you last night before I took you home. Didn't want you catching a cold or something. Why? Do you have some opposition towards my clothes? Because you are wearing my football jersey you know." He said slyly.
"Am I now? I bet it looks better on me." She teased. The Doctor looked at her. She did look beautiful in his shirt, but she looked beautiful in everything. He had to make a conscious effort to take his eyes off of her or he never would. A lifetime of watching Amy Pond wouldn't be enough. While he was distracted, she reached across the bar and dipped her finger in the custard. She brought her finger back to her lips for a second before reaching back over and touching the Doctor's nose with her custard covered finger.
"Very funny." He said as he wiped the custard off his nose. She reached forward and touched his nose again. He looked at her sternly, trying not to laugh. "Amy, stop."
She dipped her finger back in the custard and dotted his face with it as he tried to dodge her attacks. The Doctor dipped his hand in the bowl and leaned towards Amy in retaliation.
"No, I just washed up!"
"And I just made you breakfast!" The Doctor stood up from his stool and started walking over to Amy's side of the bar.
"Doctor, don't you dare!" Amy yelled. She stepped down from her stool and started backing away from him. He reached for her with his dripping hand and she took off for their room. The Doctor chased after her but she was too fast for him. She skidded into the room, closed the door and locked it as quickly as she could.
"You know I have the key to that door with me, right?" The Doctor said in between laughs.
"Did you forget I'm wearing your football jersey?" Amy retorted.
"Okay, fine. You win this one. But you have to help clean up." He said as he looked back at the trail of custard they'd made.
"Go clean yourself up first." The Doctor followed her command and headed to the bathroom. He turned the water on with his clean hand and starting washing. Amy gave it enough time that she could be sure he wasn't scheming to lure her into a trap to get her back before heading to the bathroom herself. When she walked in, the Doctor was trying to wipe off the custard dots Amy had put on his face.
"Let me help." Amy said as she grabbed a wash rag and dampened it with the warm water in the sink. She used one hand to hold his fallen fringe back and began to wipe the custard off his face.
"Amy, I've been thinking. Since we're going to be here for a while and we have to be normal, I won't be able to call you my companion for now." Amy felt a lump form in her throat form as he said this. Did that mean they just had to act like they didn't know each other? Pretend like they were strangers?
"I don't understand." Her voice shook a bit when she spoke. She hoped he didn't notice. She took a deep breath and focused her attention on cleaning the custard from his forehead.
"Well, if you don't mind, would you pretend to be my wife while we're here?" The Doctor asked timidly. It took a minute for what he said to sink in to Amy's mind and pull her out of mulling around her thoughts of the Doctor being embarrassed of her. When her brain made sense of what he asked her, she froze. She searched his eyes for some clue that it was a joke or that she had heard him wrong. The Doctor could tell something wasn't clicking for her so he decided he had to resort to something a little more old fashioned. He took her hands in his and kneeled in front of her.
"Amelia Pond, will you be my pretend wife in sickness and in health, to TARDIS do us part as long as we are staying with Craig?" the Doctor asked. He let go of her right hand and started searching in his pocket. He pulled out a thin silver ring with a round diamond in the middle. Amy some how managed to reply with "of course" and the Doctor slid the ring on her finger.
"So we're married now?" Amy said looking down at the shining stone on her finger. The Doctor stood up and examined her hand as well, surging with the pride of a job well done.
"Yep. As long as we're here, you're Mrs. Doctor."
"I don't think so. You're Doctor Pond." Amy countered. "Where did you get this ring anyway?"
"The queen of Metzula Beta gave me the diamond. She fancied me." The Doctor said smugly. Amy lightly punched his arm. "Anyway, it's a special diamond. If you cut it in to pieces and give a piece to a different person, it would connect all of them. If one of the people with part of the diamond was in trouble, the others would know. Or if one person got lost, the diamond would lead the rest to that person."
"So is there other pieces to this diamond then?"
"Just one. I have it." The Doctor pulled a thin chain out from under his shirt. At the end of it was an diamond that looked identical to the one on her ring. "So if we get separated while we're here, we'll be able to find each other."
"Is this how you did it on your planet? Propose with tracking devices?" Amy teased.
"It's not a tracking device! It only tells me where you are if you need me." the Doctor told her. She smiled at him. It was a comforting though know that he would know if she needed him and even better, she would know if he needed her. She was one step closer to being able to getting a glimpse inside his mind. He wrapped his arms around her in a protective hug.
"Now you can't go wandering off." Amy said, half-jokingly.
"And you're stuck with me." the Doctor replied.
"Well, if you don't want to sleep on the couch you should probably get to cleaning up the mess you made with the custard." She looked up at him with her eyebrows raised. The Doctor let out a sigh and took the damp rag from her hand and headed towards the hallway.
Twenty minutes later after Amy helped the Doctor clean his mess, the two pretend newly weds sat on the couch watching telly. The Doctor had used the sonic screwdriver to rewire the television so that it would pick up channels from other planets and universes. They were half way through an episode of Space Survivor when Craig and Sophie came home with several bags of groceries. The Doctor and Amy jumped up to help put things away.
"Hey mate, fancy playing a game of football today?" Craig asked the Doctor as he restocked the refrigerator.
"I should probably consult the misses. What do you say, Amy? Up to tagging along?"
"Sure. I'll just go get changed." Amy hopped up and headed in to the bedroom to get changed.
"What's going on with you two?" Sophie asked curiously.
"Amy and I are pretend newlyweds is all." the Doctor grinned.
"Well don't start your honeymoon yet, we've got a football match to get to." Craig reminded him. Amy came out of their room a few minutes later in a jumper and a pair of jeans and handed the Doctor his jersey. He flashed her a smile and made his way down the hall to get changed.