A/N- Hello *waves shyly* This is my first fic for Doctor Who but I could not resist writing this because I am madly in love with Amy/11! Madly!
So this idea just came to me after watching TBB and AC too. I wish it actually happened.
So I really hope you enjoy and please review if you can cause it means the world. :D
Disclaimer: Doctor: Just believe for 20 minutes.
Me: Believe what?
Doctor: That you own something because you don't, you own nothing.
Me: *cries*
The Doctor's eyes snap open and his brows furrow together. Something was wrong….
He had been having quite a pleasant dream, or as pleasant as a dream for him could be. He had landed his TARDIS on the ancient land of Bowtroxi, a certain redhead (who he didn't really want to think about this early in the morning) was at his side and they were being chased by laser gun bearing bowties. All in all he had been enjoying the dream, rather more than he would care to admit. So when he is awoken with a start for no particular reason that he can fathom, he knows something is wrong.
The Doctor lies in the bed staring up at the ceiling, contemplating the problem. In the silence of the room he hears the familiar hum of his beloved, the TARDIS.
"Still in the TARDIS then." he thinks. "Always a good sign."
But something is still bothering him. As he stares at the blue ceiling he tries to pin-point what exactly it is. He isn't quite sure, not a rare occurrence for him, but there is a feeling like oncoming doom. A feeling of oncoming doom riding on a wave of despair. A feeling of oncoming doom, riding on a wave of despair followed closely by a cloud of ominous, turbulent…turbulence. Overall something is very not good at all.
Then it hit shim. His ceiling, in his room, is white. Not blue. He is lying in a bed, in a room that is most definitely not his own. Unless he had gotten up in the middle of the night and strung fairy lights all over the ceilings and walls. Which, on second thoughts, does sound like something he'd do. In a panic he listens once again for the TARDIS and hears her reassuring hum. Thankfully he is still on the TARDIS then, unlike that one time when…actually he would rather not think about that. It involved chains, a planet of fire-worms and one hell of a scary queen wormy. It still haunted his nightmares.
Fully reassured that he is still safe on his TARDIS but wondering where on said ship he could be, for he knows that it isn't unlike him to wander off confidently and then get himself lost. He had experienced this many times before so did not think it unlikely he had done it again. As he wonders this he once again feels the sense of oncoming doom. Something is very not right. It is as though something is missing.
"I may possibly, very likely to have, lost something." he muses to himself. "Also not a rare occurrence."
But it isn't a thing he's lost, at least he doesn't think it is. It is a sound. He can't hear something. Something that he feels is very quite important. Squinting his eyes shut and pulling a face that he hopes isn't too ridiculous but knowing it probably is, he strains his ears to listen.
"Oh" he opens his eyes again, thinking. "Straining my ears? That's not good. That is high up on a Timelord's "101 Very Not Good Signs That Something Is Very Not Good and You Just Haven't Figured it Out Yet List." That sounded like him.
A thought occurs to him, not a rare occurrence, and in a panicked frenzy he begins to pat down his body.
"Arms, legs, hands, feet…" he pauses for a moment before reaching up to his face. "Oh thank goodness...head."
He grasps around his neck and seriously thinks for a moment about flying the TARDIS into black hole
"No bowtie!" he cries and isn't too ashamed to admit that he could really do with a hug. Or possibly some fish custard. Whilst despairing over his bowtie, or lack of, he runs his hand down his bare chest.
The Doctor gasps and sits bolt right up in the bed. He doesn't think he has ever been so scared or panicked in all his days. He pats wildly around his chest but to no avail. He collapses back onto the bed and puts his head in his hands. He knows what he is missing, what sound he is missing. He really is an imbecile sometimes, he decides. Because the slightly off beat beating of his two hearts is missing. He only hears one steady beat drumming, at this particular moment, what sounds like a score from a horror movie at perhaps a million mile per hour, he thinks.
He only has one heart. ONE! How could this have happened? Or perhaps it is a dream? He pinches himself to make sure and feels quite a measurable amount of pain.
"Definitely not a dream. I am never doing that again." he mutters, wincing and clutching at his arm.
He only has one heart he tells himself again for he feels that it is most defiantly worth repeating. Does that mean that he's….human?
He feels something stirring beside him.
"Good Gallifrey I've walked into the room of living trees!" he thinks to himself for he is nearly certain there is such a room on his ship. "Or I have been kidnapped and the TARDIS hum is just a clever rouse to trick me." which he knows is also a possibility for as he decided earlier: he really is an imbecile sometimes.
He feels someone, or something, he corrects himself secretly hoping for the latter for he cannot face an evil alien trying to kill him at this hour, jostling him.
He peeks open one eye and opens his mouth to say a friendly "Top O' the morning to ye " for he has learnt over the years that distraction is key, and sometimes, but not usually in his case, friendliness.
In doing so he is rewarded with a mouthful of hair. Opening his eyes just a fraction more for he a coward, he sees that it is the brightest red he has ever seen. A bright, fiery, familiar red that he really doesn't want to think about whist in this position.
"Wakey Wakey." she drawls in her Scottish accent which is not at all sexy, the Doctor tries to convince himself.
The Doctor feels panic rise in himself and something else which he tries to convince himself is almost defiantly not joy.
"Come on." Amy Pond smiles down at him and she is still nestled in beside him. The Doctor doesn't fail to notice this and he flushes. "Time to get up, loverboy."
