A year later as the sun blazed through the windows of 221b Amelia Pond rested her head in the lap of Sherlock Holmes. The TARDIS stood stationary outside across the street, a sulking Doctor spending a few spare hours with his wife.

"What is it you do in that curious little box?" the detective asked, toying with her hair.

"We travel everywhere and any time we want, it's wonderful."

He frowned at her, swiping a red strand away from her face. "I miss you terribly while you're off flouncing around the universe."

"You have John-,"

"It's not the same and you know it." He scoffed.

There was silence for a while, Sherlock and Amy enjoyed the silence. It seemed like they were just a normal couple relishing a warm day when there was quiet. His long fingers stroked her cheek as she closed her eyes and leaned her head against his stomach.

The sound of a police box opening and the doors shutting told the pair that they had limited time to be together, the Doctor would call her back to her post and she would leave him once again to battle his demons with John's meager support. Sherlock panicked, tightening the muscles in his jaw as she sat up, her oversized red sweater falling over one shoulder.

"There's always so much I want to tell you, but we never have enough time." She said gently, looking over to him and reaching for his thin pale face.

"Stay." He replied.

"You know I can't." Amy sighed, turning her body and throwing one converse clad foot over each side of him so she was straddling him. Her fingers traced a pattern on his neck and his head fell back against the wall, taking in the feeling. "You never wear a tie." She commented.

"I don't like them, they constrict my neck." Holmes stated. "It's an unnecessary accessory."

She cocked her head to the side. "I like ties."

"I'm sure you can find one somewhere to wear then, but it will be a cold day in hell the day I decide to wear one." He quipped.

Amy smirked. "You're increasingly difficult every time I see you."

There was a pounding on the door, firm and demanding and Sherlock knew they had run out of visitation time. He gritted his teeth in frustration as she got off of him and stood.

"Pond,"

"Holmes,"

"Let's go Amelia!" the Doctor's voice interrupted the moment as the detective extended his arms to her and she repressed a shudder when she fell into them.