A/N: Hey again! Two chapters in one day? I know, I know! But we write fast. ;D

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In this chapter, we see that Jack and Amy should definitely not be allowed to spend time together, as well as more banter with David and Amy. I hope you enjoy, and as always, please review!

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Chapter Three

That Christmas was a fairly normal one. Amy got Clara a cute dark blue dress she just knew her friend would love. She bought Rose a new set of paints and brushes. She was completely at a loss for what to get River and ended up buying her a black jumper, which her cousin fortunately liked.

Rose and Clara had gotten together and knitted her the most beautiful thick scarf: grey, red, yellow, green, and purple and over twelve feet long.

River had, predictably, gotten her a bottle of wine.

Rory gave her a diamond-and-gold necklace and a matching pair of earrings; she had no idea how he'd managed to get the money to buy them. When he gave them to her, she kissed him.

oOoOo

The day after Christmas, Amy was sitting at her desk and going through some papers when Harriet Jones walked up to her desk. The redhead looked up. "Good morning, Mrs. Jones," she said.

"Congratulations, Amelia Pond," she said, holding out her hand. "You've just been promoted."

Amy stared at her boss. "What? No way!" She let out an incredulous laugh, standing up quickly and shaking Harriet Jones's hand.

She beamed at Amy. "The paperwork has just been filed. You are now the assistant head photojournalist of Gallifrey."

"Assistant? That means I'll be working with Mr. Smith?" Her stomach jumped a little, and she wasn't sure if that was good or bad.

"Yes. He requested you, actually."

Amy's eyebrows shot up, eyes widening. "He requested me? He requested... me?"

Harriet Jones laughed. "Apparently you make quite an impression. This way." She started toward the lift.

Amy gathered up her camera bag and portfolio and hurried after her boss. Despite the thrill of being promoted, she couldn't help but worry. She'd be working in very close quarters with David now that she'd been promoted, and she was wondering just how she was meant to forget her attraction to him.

Harriet Jones led her up to an office room with glass walls and opened the door, ushering her inside. David was already there, seated at his desk, and was in the middle of drinking a mug of something - probably coffee - when they entered. He glanced over at them, making a small sound in the back of his throat and swallowing. He set down his mug and nodded at each of them. "Good morning, Harriet. Amelia."

"I'll let you get to it," Harriet said. "And I expect a report on my desk by tomorrow morning." She turned and headed out the door.

Amy watched her go, then shouldered her bag and turned back to David. "Good morning," she said, hoping she sounded friendly.

He was wearing a brown suit with light blue pinstripes, a light blue Oxford, and a dark brown-and-blue striped tie. His hair stuck up and was rather messy, which she found rather cute, and he was wearing those thick black glasses again.

"Morning. I trust Harriet filled you in on the situation?" he said, taking up his mug again and leaning back in his chair.

"All she said was that you requested me to be the 'assistant head photojournalist'," she told him, sitting down in the chair beside his desk.

"Just fired the last one. She was a flake," he said unsympathetically. "I think I just might be able to work with you, though. We'll see. Your work is pretty decent, considering your...somewhat limited experience."

"I can already tell this is going to be fun," Amy muttered, crossing her legs.

"Oh, heaps of fun," he said, winking at her.

Heat rushed to her face. Was he flirting with her? She cleared her throat, looking down at her lap and lifting a hand to play with the necklace Rory had given her.

"That's an expensive piece of jewelry," David commented. "Where'd you get it?"

She glanced up at him. "It was a Christmas present from my boyfriend," she said.

He didn't seem fazed in the least. "He must be well-to-do."

"Not really," she said with a little, affectionate smile. "I still don't know how he managed to afford this."

"As interesting your love life might be," he said with a tone of long-suffering, "we have work to do." He pulled out a file from the desk drawer.

"You're the one who asked," she retorted, leaning forward to see the file.

"First mistake," he muttered, opening it up.

oOoOo

Amy leaned against David's desk, drinking a cup of coffee. It was break time, and he had gone off somewhere – where, he hadn't said. Probably to talk to one of his friends. Did he have friends? She wasn't sure. He didn't seem friendly enough.

She was distracted from her thoughts when a rather good-looking man with brown hair and blue eyes walked right up to her.

"I heard that an attractive girl started working with David. Didn't quite believe it til now," he said with a distinctive American accent and a wide grin. He held out his hand. "Captain Jack Harkness."

She raised an eyebrow and smirked, shaking his hand. "Amy Pond. Um, 'Captain'?" she questioned.

"Her Majesty's Royal Navy," he said, still grinning.

"Nice to meet you, Captain Jack." She released his hand and picked up her coffee cup, taking another sip.

"Likewise. I should buy you a drink sometime, Amy," he said, leaning on the edge of the desk.

She raised a warning hand, almost choking on her coffee as she laughed. "I've got a boyfriend," she giggled, setting down her cup.

"Yeah, and? I do too." He raised his eyebrows high, grinning flirtatiously.

She covered her mouth to stifle her laughter, leaning back against the desk. "And what would he say if you took me out for a drink?"

Jack shrugged. "What you don't know can't hurt you."

"Jack!" She nudged him, smirking. "I disapprove."

He laughed. "I'll take that as a maybe."

She winked. "Stay tuned for a definite answer. I'll need your number before I can be sure, Captain."

He took out a business card and penned a mobile phone number on the back. "Here you are, ma'am," he said, handing it to her.

She leaned over and tucked the card into her camera bag. "Thank you," she said with a grin.

Jack grinned back, and was about to say something when David stepped into the office. "What are you doing here, Jack?" he asked, frowning.

"I was just saying hello," Jack said innocently.

"No. Jack, out," David said warningly.

Amy stifled a giggle as Jack sighed and headed out the door of the office, giving her a reluctant wave as he went. "See ya, Captain," she called after him.

"Oh, don't tell me you actually bought into that 'Captain' bluff," David muttered.

She gave him a look. "Who said I did?"

"You just did," he said.

"No, I didn't."

"Either that, or you were flirting with him," David said with a look of disapproval.

"I was just being friendly."

"Oh, yeah. I'm sure your boyfriend would love to know how 'friendly' you're being."

She glared at him now. "Why do you even care?"

"Because I know Jack. He's trouble. Trust me on this."

"Maybe I like trouble." Amy leaned a little closer to him, staring him down.

He stared at her right back. After a few moments, he shrugged. "Don't say I didn't warn you."

She snorted. "I'm just kidding. He's nice-looking enough but not my type. Honestly."

David held up his hands. "Okay, okay. Let's just get back to work."

oOoOo

"See you tomorrow, Amelia," David said, stacking up the papers. It was after-hours, and Amy was just collecting her things to leave.

"It's Amy," she corrected without thinking, then inwardly groaned.

She never went by Amy at work, at least not to anyone but her friends. Her bosses always knew her by Amelia. That was just the way it worked with her. And David was definitely not a friend.

"What?"

"Nothing," she muttered, face red as she turned to leave.

Right before she stepped out of the room, he called, "Good night, Amy." She could just hear the smirk in his voice.

She whirled around, glaring at him. "That's Amelia to you."

He smiled at her patronizingly. "If you say so."

Her glare intensified as she stepped back into the office. "I only let my friends call me Amy."

"Is that your way of keeping people in their place?" he asked, that stupid smile still on his face.

By way of answer, she snapped, "Stop looking at me like that."

"Nothing is keeping you here," he said, leaning back in his chair.

She lifted her chin, smirking. "See you tomorrow, David."

"Til then," he replied, watching her as she walked out. He waited until the door was nearly closed behind her to add, "… Amy."