Amy and Sophie stood on edges of the playing area at the park with a handful of other spectators while the men stood around on the field preparing for the game. Before the Doctor began stretching along with the other players he ran over to Amy, took off his jacket and put it around her shoulders. He wrapped his hand around the nape of her neck and touched his lips to her forehead. He started to leave but Amy grabbed his shirt and spun him back around.
"What was that for? You never do that unless something big happens." Amy said in a low voice.
"We got married. That's something big. Even if we're pretending, we have to act the part." The Doctor winked and her and sauntered back on to the field. Amy shook her head and slid her arms in to the sleeves of his jacket. Suddenly she felt several pairs of eyes on her. When she looked over, the group of onlookers had turned their gaze in her direction.
"Why is everyone looking at me?" Amy whispered to Sophie.
"I'm not the only one fascinated by your mysterious husband apparently." Sophie replied as she shot a look to the other women watching the match nearby.
"That's your husband?" a blonde-haired woman interjected. She walked over from a few feet away and joined Amy and Sophie.
"Yeah, what of it?" Amy raised an eyebrow at her. When she took a good look at the blonde, there was something familiar about her but Amy just couldn't put her finger on it.
"Well, when I saw you at the pub last night I didn't notice any rings is all." The woman replied casually with a soft smile.
"We were getting them cleaned." Amy said quickly. "Where you with us at the pub last night?"
"Sort of. I was on bar maid duty last night. I'm Lex. I was the one that called the cab for you and your husband."
"I thought you looked familiar!" Sophie said. "What are you doing here?"
"The guys always invite me to watch them play and I didn't have much else to do today so I figured I'd tag along." Lex shrugged. "Shawn insisted."

"Well feel free to stick around with Amy and I." Sophie offered. Lex looked at Amy for approval. Amy eyed her for a second. Something in her told her to be wary of this woman but she dismissed it to what could only be jealousy. It was obvious why she was so popular with the football team. After all, Lex was gorgeous; slick blonde hair, long legs, a devilish grin on her face. Amy put her differences aside and welcomed Lex into their group. Even though it made her feel like a girl in secondary school, she kept her guard up just a bit with Lex. The three made small talk about Craig and Sophie moving in together and the reason behind Amy and the Doctor's visit. Amy quickly told her The Doctor and Craig were old friends and they were just there on holiday to celebrate the house. Lex seemed satisfied with her answer but soon after started asking about the details of her relationship with the Doctor. Thankfully she was saved by the sound of the referee's whistle signifying the beginning of the game.

At the core of the field there was a semi-circle of blue shirts and a semi-circle of red shirts that had come together for the coin toss. Players from each team scattered around their own respective side of the field stood tense with anticipation. Craig and the Doctor decided who would call the toss for their team between the two of them with a series of intense looks from one to the other. After a long moment the Doctor nodded in approval and Craig stepped forward. A player from the red team stepped up shortly after. The referee told the two men to call it in the air and tossed the coin with a quick flick of his thumb.
"Heads!" Craig's voice dominated the call. The coin landed on the grass with a small thud. Excitement buzzed through the crowed as they waited for the ref to make the call.
"Heads it is! Kings Arms gets first ball!"
The semi-circle of blue shirts high-fived and celebrated their success in the coin toss. Each team walked back the required distance for kick-off and took their positions. The Doctor stood in the middle of his side of the field, lined up to kick the ball. Craig took his position of central midfielder. The silence that came before the kick-off was absolute as if everyone was holding their breath, waiting for the ref to blow the whistle. The Doctor looked over to where Amy was standing. With the two diamonds connecting them, he could feel the adrenaline coursing through her as she waited for the game to start. From where Amy was standing, she could see the delight radiating from the Doctor and surrounding him in haze of gold flecks perpetually floating around his body. The sun reflected off the gold swirling around the Doctor and made him glow. She couldn't tell if it was just her imagination creating the glow or if it was just one of those Time Lord things he did. She made a mental note to ask him after the game. Their gazes met for a moment. For the few seconds their eyes were locked on each other, time seemed to slow down or even stop. He flashed her a cheeky smile before returning his gaze to the ball in the middle of the field. When all the players took their places, the referee blew his whistle. The Doctor headed for the ball at full speed and sent it flying down the field to Craig.
The spectators on the sidelines watched at the ball was passed between blurs of people in blue shirts in between blurs in red. Amy stood on her toes and craned her neck to try and pick The Doctor out of the commotion. He weaved his way through the players around him while dribbling the ball between his feet only stopping to draw his leg back and swiftly kick the ball past the goalie. A combination of cheers and groans roared through the crowd of people watching the game.
"Look at your husband go, Amy!" Sophie squealed.
"I had no idea he was so good at football!" Amy laughed. When the Doctor had told her about playing football when he last stayed with Craig he told her that he was an alright player. She assumed he was being a bit humble because he was a admittedly a bit clumsy and not always the most graceful. Now that she was watching him she couldn't believe that it was the same Doctor that trips over his own feet when he's rushing around the TARDIS.
"You didn't know he played?" Lex asked suspiciously.
"No, he's told me. He just didn't tell me how well." Amy covered her tracks quickly. Lex nodded her head once in response. After she asked the Doctor why he glowed gold when he was excited she needed to remind him that they needed to create a back story to their pretend marriage so this kind of thing wouldn't happen again.

"Strange." Lex said nonchalantly.
On the field, the Doctor could feel Amy's heart rate picking up again through the diamond around his neck. As he walked over to his defense position he glanced over at her. He saw her fiddling with her ring as she talked to Lex. They were too far away for him to be able to make out what they were saying but he had a sneaking suspicion that it had to do with him by the way Amy was twisting her ring. He knew that if she couldn't keep her cool there was a chance someone could figure out they were up to something and the last thing he needed was someone being overly curious about him while the TARDIS was repairing herself. He tried to think of a way to calm Amy's nerves. He cursed himself for not opening the telepathic link between the two of them earlier so he could just send what he needed to say to her in a thought. Suddenly a clever idea popped in to his mind. When he was traveling with Martha she told him that if two people hug heart-to-heart, their heartbeats will synchronize with each other. If he was lucky he could use the connection the diamonds gave them to do the same thing. He felt around his chest for the pendant on his necklace and pressed it against one of his hearts and took a deep breath.
A few seconds later, Amy felt an overwhelming urge to hold her hand over her heart. She raised her left hand and touched her chest lightly. Suddenly a wave of serenity fell over her. She pulled her hand back like she had touched something hot. Come on, Amy. It's just me. Touch your heart again, the Doctor thought. Amy felt the urge hit her again. She cautiously placed her hand on her chest again. Everything around her fell silent and her heart slowed. She could hear the Doctor's voice in her mind telling her to be calm. When the whistle blew for the next kick-off, Amy dropped her hand back down to her side and relaxed. Whatever Lex was up to, she couldn't let it bother her. At least not right now.
Amy spent the rest of the game watching the Doctor in rare moments of grace and chatting with Sophie. Craig and the Doctor where an unstoppable pair on the field. At the end of the game, Kings Arms had one six to three. Sophie praised the two men like a proud mother the entire journey back to the flat. She invited Lex to bring Shawn back to the flat for pizza, booze and telly but much to Amy's delight, Lex politely turned the offer down.

When they returned to the flat, the Doctor headed for the shower and Craig called the pizza order in.
"What kind of pizza does the Doctor like?" Craig asked.
"Good question." Amy replied.
"Has he ever had it before?" Sophie pondered.
"To be honest, I'm not sure he even knows what pizza is." Amy told her.
"Nine hundred and seven years old and he's never hand pizza? He's never lived." Craig joked. "Hopefully he likes whatever we order."

Twenty minutes later, the pizza had been delivered and the Doctor emerged from the shower in his normal attire, bow tie and all. He inspected the pizza boxes inquisitively.
"What is this?" he asked as he lifted the lid.
"Have you never seen pizza before, mate?" Craig said as he grabbed a plate and a couple slices of the first pizza. He walked over to the fridge and opened it with his free hand. "Who fancies a drink?"

"I think I drank enough last night," Amy laughed. "I'll just make the Doctor and I some tea."
Before starting the tea, she threw a couple pieces of pizza on a plate and handed it to the Doctor. She ushered him over to the chair in front of the television and reminded him it wasn't polite to start eating before everyone else. While the Doctor waited patiently in his chair, the rest of the group poured their drinks and finished fixing their plates. When they were done, Sophie and Craig cozied themselves in to the couch. Amy soon followed. She balanced her plate on her arm as she carried a mug of tea in each hand for herself in the Doctor. When she handed him his tea, he realized she had no place to sit. He started to get up and offer Amy his seat but she simply sat cross-legged at his feet.
"So what are we watching?" she asked before taking a bite of her pizza.
"Let's see what's on." Craig said picking up the remote. He turned the TV on and started flipping through the channels. A few minutes later Craig started noticing shows from his newly installed alien channels. "Satellite Five Big Brother? I've never even heard of this show. That's a bit weird."
"Yes, you wouldn't have since Satellite Five won't be come about for at least a hundred thousand years from now." the Doctor replied. "I was on it once. I had a different face, though. And they disintegrated the people that got evicted. Scary stuff."
"Then how can it possibly be on my television?" Craig continued to flip through channels from the future and other planets in awe.
"I might have soniced it just a bit." The Doctor shrugged and tried a bite of his pizza. "This is delicious. Why hasn't anyone made me try this sooner?"

"Don't change the subject. What did you do to my TV?"
"I used the sonic screwdriver to amplify your satellite reception. Now you get channels from other planets and universes. But I think the TARDIS' vortex has started to work again because you're now we've got channels from the future. Amy, we'll have to check that tomorrow."

"I'm kind of disappointed. I thought futuristic telly would be, I don't know, different than it is right now." Sophie sighed.
"Would you rather they be disintegrated?" the Doctor asked in a confused tone.
"No! Maybe we should just find a movie?" Sophie quickly suggested.

Sophie and Craig flipped through the seemingly infinite amount of new channels looking for something interesting to watch while the Doctor scarfed down his pizza, asking Amy a questions about his food while he chewed each bite. They finally decided on Much Ado About Intergalactic Nothing: A 150,000th Anniversary Tribute. At the end of the movie, the Doctor turned to Craig and Sophie anticipating their amazed reaction to futuristic renditions Shakespearean plays but at some point during the movie, Craig and Sophie had fallen asleep with their heads resting on each other. Amy quietly stood up and turned off the TV and helped the Doctor clean up the dirty dishes then the two headed back to their room. The Doctor sat down at the end of their bed and started taking off his shoes and socks while Amy sorted through her drawers of clothes to find a nightie.
"Doctor, I need to get changed." Amy said in a shy manner.
"Oh. Right. I'll just, um, step outside for a minute then." The Doctor said awkwardly.
"You don't have to do that. Just look anywhere else until I'm done." Amy watched him look around the room for something to distract him for a few seconds before she turned around and lifted her shirt over her head. The Doctor heard fabric hitting the floor and before he could stop himself his eyes drifted over to where the noise came from. His gaze skimmed across the pale skin of her lower back as she slid her arms in to her nightgown and pulled it over her torso. His modesty kicked in and he quickly adverted his gaze to somewhere else in the room and hoped she hadn't noticed his wandering eyes. Under the nightie, she undid her jeans and kicked them off into the pile of dirty clothes she started when she changed earlier in the afternoon.
"So, Doctor. I think we have a few things we need to talk about." Amy said as she walked over to her side of the bed and sat down. She pulled the blanket back and tucked her feet in.
"Like what?" He started worrying that she had in fact noticed his quick glimpse of her bare skin a moment ago.
"Well, first of all, how did you make yourself glow gold on the field today?"

"What are you talking about? I wasn't glowing. Time Lords don't glow unless they're regenerating and I'm still the same old this Doctor."
"But when you were playing football earlier, you had a gold glow around you whenever you were smiling."
The Doctor was stumped for a moment before he remembered another effect of the diamonds. "We can see each others emotions while we're wearing the diamonds. So you were seeing the physical representation of how I was feeling."
"I wonder what color you are when you're cross." Amy joked.

"Very funny." the Doctor retorted and threw a small pillow lying near him at her.
"Okay, time to be serious." She reached over to the floor where the pillow had landed after zooming past her and threw it back in his direction.
"I try never to be serious. Not if I can help it." The Doctor said as he caught the pillow before it hit him.
"Well, if we don't come up with a back story to our marriage Lex or someone else is going to catch on and then who knows what could happen." Amy's serious tone caught the Doctor off guard. "We can't just fly off in the TARDIS like we do normally. We'd be stuck here and everyone would know you're an alien and take you to some secret government alien testing lab and I'd probably get taken in to a scary alien questioning room without you."
"Is that why your heart was pounding while you were talking to Lex at the match?" He scooted closer to her and placed a hand on hers.
"How did you know?" Amy hoped her heart beat wasn't so audible that it could be heard several feet away.
"Well, not only can we see what the other is feeling but we can feel the other's heart beat, too. By the way, you glow light blue when you're cross." The Doctor gave Amy a small smile and patted her hands.
"I'm not cross. I'm worried." She told him.
"Right. Light blue, worried. I'll remember that." He replied and made a mental note of that fact.
"We really do need to make up that back story though. Today was a close call. Lex is one curious gal." Amy said.
"Alright. We met when you were seven when I became your neighbor in Leadworth. We were friends growing up and I started to court you after you finished school and started to travel to write a novel together or something and recently we thought 'what the hell?" and tied the knot. How does that sound?" The Doctor noticed Amy wasn't totally thrilled with this as a back story. "Unless you have something better, Pond."
"It's as good as anything, I suppose." She shrugged.
"Well what do you suggest then?" He raised his eyebrow her willing her to share her version of their backstory with him.
"Why can't we just be something normal like teachers or shop keepers?" Amy questioned.
"Because normal is boring, Amy! Have I not taught you anything while you were with me? Amelia Pond, the girl who doesn't make sense, you are anything but normal. You're extraordinary." As he spoke he inched closer to her to hold her face in his hands. His eyes flickered back and forth between hers. Amy could feel her heart pick up speed as a reaction to the Doctor's closeness to her. He felt it too and pulled away. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you."
"I you didn't scare me. You just... never mind. We should probably get some sleep. Tomorrow's a big day." She joked.
"What's tomorrow?" the Doctor asked. He tried to remember what day of the week it was but he never bothered to remember the order of them. What was the point? He skipped half of them and never experienced the others in their correct order or expected to.
"Your first Sunday." Amy said with a smile. She slid her body down so she was laying on her side facing the Doctor and pulled the blankets over her.
"Don't remind me." he muttered as he got up to switch the over head light of their room off. Amy waited for him to return to the bed before turning her bedside lamp off. She expected him to pull back the covers and lay down with her but instead he sat on the comforter with his back against the head board and his ankles crossed.
"Aren't you going to lay down? Or do Time Lords sleep sitting up?" Amy asked.
"I was going to let you get to sleep. I don't want to hog all the blankets or something." He replied sheepishly.
"Don't be silly. Just come to bed like a normal person." She pulled the blankets from under him and patted the spot next to her.
"Are you sure about this? I don't want to-"
"Doctor, it's fine. Quit fussing."
The Doctor slid under the blankets and pulled them up to his chest. He was unsure of how to lay or where to put his gangly legs. He laid on his back and laced his fingers on his chest and stared at the ceiling. Amy looked over at him and smiled. Moonlight streaming through the window illuminated his face with silver and blue light. He was a breathtakingly beautiful sight laying in bed next to her. This moment was everything she had dreamed about as a little girl when she was scared or alone and prayed to Santa to bring the Raggedy Doctor back to her. She did everything she could to fill the hole in her heart he had left when he flown away in his TARDIS and didn't return in five minutes like he promised. She tried to make Rory just like how she remembered the Doctor and for a while, that was enough. He might not have filled the hole, but he covered it up. But when the Doctor came back, he blew the cover right off that hole and made it ache more than ever before. Amy had come to love Rory so much but the Doctor's return made her realize that he was never what she truly wanted.
Rory was content growing old together in a quiet village and becoming a doctor and having Amy at home to raise their children. But Amy was much to restless for that fate. She wanted to run just because she could. And when she was with the Doctor, she could run with him forever if she chose to. He was everything Amy dreamed and hoped he would be and so much more. Even though she loved Rory, how could she pass that up? She could see jealousy flicker in the Doctor's eyes when Rory showed her affection and the pain in his face when he thought she was in trouble. Maybe it was just wishful thinking but she kept a glimmer of hope that the Doctor loved her the way she loved him. Even if he didn't, she wasn't sure she could go back. She had twelve years of life without the Doctor and it wasn't something she ever missed. Even if the Doctor didn't love her too, she would stay at his side. Of course she would. She was his Amelia Pond; the only girl in the universe to whom the Doctor tells everything. And she would do everything she could so he would never be alone again.

The Doctor felt Amy's gaze on the side of his face. He turned his head and looked at her. The light blue glow that was all around her had faded from a light blue to a deep blue. He tried to decipher what emotion the blue could represent without having to ask her. She didn't seem upset or nervous. She wasn't worried. Maybe she was happy? He hoped she was while she was lying beside him. He didn't want to think about the times he had been the cause of her feeling angry or anxious or scared. Or hurt. Especially not hurt.
"Are you alright?" Amy asked apprehensively, breaking his train of thought.
"Yes. Why? Do I look not alright?" He asked. He cursed himself for so obviously broadcasting his feelings to her without meaning to.

"You're glowing dark blue. TARDIS blue. I didn't know what it meant." She answered scouring his eyes for clues as to what he was feeling so he couldn't try to tell her he was fine if he wasn't.

"You're the one glowing dark blue, Pond." He pointed out to her. "Are you alright?"
"I'm fine." She countered. "I was just thinking."
"Yes, me too. What a waste when I could be dreaming." The Doctor quickly shut down any opportunity for her to ask what exactly he was thinking about. He wasn't in the right frame of mind to come up with something clever that would distract her. "Goodnight, Amelia."

"Goodnight, Doctor" Amy sighed. The Doctor returned his gaze to the ceiling before closing his eyes and settling in. Amy kept her eyes on him for a moment before she nudged herself closer to him and rested her head on his bicep and closed her eyes too. The Doctor smiled when he felt the softness of her cheek on his arm. He reached over with his free hand and pushed away the hair that fell out of her face and whispered sweet dreams before letting himself fall asleep.