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"I DON'T DO THE DOMESTIC CRAP!" The sentence rattled through her head.
"Take me home." She said, turning away from him. When he didn't move, she turned back "NOW!"
He just looked at her. "Amy, don't be thick." He said.
Amy glared at him. "I am not being thick, you moronic bow-tie wearing nomad!" she yelled.
"Yes, you are, you…you psycho Scot!" he shouted at her. Off her look, he added quietly, "I'm so befuddled that I can't think of anything to say." The TARDIS stopped moving. "We're here."
Amy opened the door and saw her home; she felt the tears sting her eyes as she turned back to the Doctor. "You know what, John; I'm gonna pray for you." He raised an eyebrow at her. "I'm gonna pray that your breaks go out when you're going down to a planet. That a flowerpot falls from a window sill, and knocks you on the head like I'd like to…and…and …oh, so many things." She slammed the door behind her, leaving only a strangled sob behind.