Thanks for reading :)! I will try to update weekly. Any constructive criticisms, etc are loved! This week's chapter is kind of short, sorry. Laid back too. Will get more exciting next week

There was a slight pause as Amy and Rory digested the information.

"The TARDIS," Amy finally said carefully, "as in Time and Relative Dimensions in Space?"

"Yes, yes. Time and Relative Dimensions in Space. What else can it stand for?" the Doctor retorted impatiently, his brows furrowed in concentration as he contemplated the TARDIS in front of him.

"I don't know," Amy shrugged as she paced in front of the TARDIS, placing a finger to her cheeks, "oh, let's see. Maybe...Timelord Alien Relocate Dimension Instrument...uhh…" She paused as she struggled to come up with a word for the last letter of the acronym.

"...Spaceship," Rory suggested. Both Amy and the Doctor turned to stare at him. "That is what the TARDIS is," he said defensively.

"Mr. Pond, you are exactly correct!" Amy exclaimed, giving Rory an approving slap on the back.

The Doctor walked up to them, his forehead creased with worry, "That would be an awful name. It's the TARDIS that travels, not space and time." The Doctor lectured them, sounded somewhat horrified that they did not know such a basic fact after all this time.

"Still a better name than...Sexy," Amy said. Rory nodded in agreement.

"It's a brilliant name," the Doctor replied indignantly, "She is a very sexy girl."

"Of course Doctor…." Amy said slowly. The Doctor's injured expression did not nothing to help her with her struggle to keep up her stern expression. The corners of Amy's lips twitched and the Doctor finally realized that he was being successfully teased.

He opened and closed his mouth, waving a finger at them, at a loss for words. His expression was flustered as he darted back to the door, scrutinizing every last part of it, seeming much too mesmerized by it.

"Well..,Ummm. Yes, Right… The door. I should probably open the door, take a look inside, try not to die or make trouble, or anything else that will…" The Doctor rumbled, then checked himself, "Oh look, I'm making a plan now."

He squinted at his sonic screwdriver, adjusting the settings. Satisfied, he aimed his sonic screwdriver at the doorknob. Nothing visibly changed. The Doctor frowned, banging his sonic screwdriver against one hand, before waving it at the door again.

"Oh come on, it's not working," He said, frustrated.

"The only type of door that the Sonic screwdriver doesn't open is wood," Amy recalled, mimicking the Doctor's voice.

"True, until now. Apparently it doesn't work on TARDIS doors either. Makes sense I suppose. TARDIS does have a multidimensional, triple-encoded temporal interface…"

"Sorry? Multidimensional what-?" Rory asked.

"Nothing," the Doctor sighed, "It's complicated. The point is, Ponds, it's going to take the Sonic Screwdriver centuries to break the cipher and by that time you'll be dead of old age and I will… I guess I'll still be around."

"Right...Or we can just wait around for the owner," Amy returned dryly, arching an eyebrow at the Doctor, "That will probably take a much shorter time."

"I guess that's the best choice we have," the Doctor grumbled, flopping down onto the ground, leaning his back against the TARDIS. Amy and Rory plopped down beside him. There was a long stretch of silence. A strained expression decorated the Doctor's face and Amy could feel the impatience ebbing out of him. He exhaled loudly, his hands tapping the ground.

Rory coughed, "Ummm…nice place…."

"Ok, waiting not working," the Doctor jumped up, and began to pace, "There must be some other way to get into the TARDIS."

"Did you try the door knob?" Amy asked him.

"Why? It's locked," The Doctor replied, his voice certain.

Amy got up and attempted to turn the doorknob. It didn't open.

"Amy Pond, I told you. It's locked."

"You never know until you try," Amy told him with a shrug. She could see that the Doctor was out of ideas and she was becoming a bit impatient herself. The heat made her light headed and, to be honest, she wasn't keen on waiting either. The empty landscape around her did nothing to dispel the dread that they would be waiting for a very long time.

She pulled hard on the door; it didn't budge. "Oh you stupid thing, open already," she growled crossly, kicking the TARDIS.

"Oi, be respectful," the Doctor sputtered, appalled at her actions, "the TARDIS is an exquisite machine, you can't just...just kick it!"

"Oh, I'm so sorry," Amy said, rolling her eyes," should I apologize to it then?"

"I am so, so very sorry for kicking you, TARDIS," she said sweetly to the TARDIS, her voice heavy with sarcasm, "Now would you please, please, open the doors."

There was a click and the door slowly opened. All of them froze in surprise, the Doctor turned toward Amy with amazement.

"Didn't expect that," Amy said to no one in particularly.

"No...Neither did I," The Doctor said slowly.