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Doctor: You are magnificent and I'm sorry.
Me: Why are you sorry?
Doctor: Because you own nothing and you never will.
Me: *bites his hand*
The Doctor just stares. He sits and he stares and he has a feeling he looks like a goldfish with his mouth opening and closing like that but he cannot muster up the strength to care right now.
For he is in a room that is most definitely not his own for it is Amy Pond's room and he is lying in a bed which is most definitely not his own and he is lying it in with Amy Pond. The gorgeous, amazing Amy Pond.
A quite scary thought, but also a thought he quite secretly wishes is true, occurs to him and he sticks his head under the covers. He breaths out a sigh of relief ,and convinces himself that he most defiantly under no circumstances whatsoever is disappointed ,when he sees that he is wearing boxers decorated with dancing bowties. Which rather amuses him.
But then he remembers where he is and who he is with when he sees a pair of long, pale legs curled up beside his own and all amusement is lost.
"I..uh…" he stutters. His knows his face had gone pink but he chooses to ignore this fact. "Pythagoras' Theorem!" he curses himself and wonders what is wrong with him for uttering such nonsense. Although Pythagoras was a nice guy he remembers, until he stole the Doctor's Theorem and claimed it as his own. He makes a mental note to sort that out.
"What?" Amy asks from his side. "Loverboy's a bit much yeah? How about pookie?"
The Doctor is silent and still staring.
"Or muffin?" the scantily clad girl, which he refuses to acknowledge, asks again.
The Doctor's mouth gapes open and still he chooses to ignore this fact. This is very not good indeed. Well it should be very not good indeed but a part of him which he would rather not admit to possessing right now is secretly quite delighted at his current predicament.
"Oi!" he hears an annoyed Scottish voice, which he refuses to describe as sexy, and receives a face full of pillow.
He is lost for words, which is a very, very, very rare occurrence for him. He has only ever experienced such a dilemma once before when asked to chose between free fish custard for life or 100 varying shades of bowties. He shudders at the thought for it was an all together not excellent and miserable day for him. He makes another mental note to write a diary entry of that day for when he wants wallow in self pity, something he does quite a lot he has noticed.
On second thoughts, he makes a third mental note to actually acquire a diary for how can he possibly write a diary entry with no diary and therefore be unable to wallow in self-pity which would be entirely not good. At all.
Crikey he is tired. He considers going back to sleep for he feels like his brain is going to explode. Can that happen? He doesn't know. He's not really in the mood right now for testing this however so he makes another mental note to try out this experiment when he is less likely to blow up the TARDIS. I.e never for he is a clumsy fool, he reminds himself.
"Blimey," he thinks. He guesses he should probably buy a notepad for all his mental notes while buying his diary which he decides will be pink with green bowties and blue fish on it. And so help him God if they don't have that because seriously who wouldn't want that, he wonders.
He is interrupted from his musings by a large pain in his side.
"I may have possibly been stabbed." he ponders. "That's likely" he nods. "I'm a very stab-able person." He looks down to see, alas it was just Amy's finger.
"What has gotten into you this morning?" he hears the voice of an angel ask. He makes a mental note in his mental notepad to stop being so cliché for he know Amy Pond so therefore he knows that she would kick has ass if those words were ever uttered outside of his head.
"Oi, Nemo stop bobbing there and get your ass out of bed!" he winces when an entirely too attractive for his own wellbeing, piece of red hair whips him across his face as she climbs out.
He thinks he should probably say something, anything, for he knows he is good with words but as always when he needs his brain to work it's too busy thinking of imaginary, non-literal notepads and he can't really say that he minds too much.
"Ok" he chooses. He thinks that sounds like something a normal person would say and hopes for his own sake that Miss Pond doesn't read into it as "OMG I HATE YOU WOMAN! GET OUT OF MY LIFE!" which many women do, he has noticed.
He is still in total shock for he is in a bed which is most definitely not his own with Amy Pond and he is quite exposed, a fact which he oddly doesn't find uncomfortable.
"How could this possibly have happened?" he asks himself. "Surely I would remember climbing into bed with her?" On second thoughts he thinks it is very likely that he got up in the middle of the night and spontaneously wandered in here, possibly whilst on the search for some green tea and mushrooms. It is probably high up on the "Likely Things The Doctor Will do In His Eternity." Which he would rather not admit to writing himself.
He blinks and looks shocked, but not too shocked he hopes, when he turns around to see Amy fully dressed and hovering over him.
"Doctor come on!" she laughs and drags him up out of the bed. He isn't too ashamed to admit that this simple action gave him a very nice feeling in his stomach. But said feeling that had absolutely nothing at all in the solar system to do with a certain L word. He comes to the decision that he is a terrible liar.
He dresses quickly, pulling on his red braces and bowtie and nearly has an aneurysm when his bowtie won't tie. Thankfully Amy comes to his rescue and he is saved the torture and heartache that would ensue.
"I wonder where he's taking us today?" Amy chirps, her face lighting up with excitement thus causing the Doctor to beam as well.
"The TARDIS is a girl." he tells her because seriously how many times must he tell her this?
"Yes I know. "she rolls her eyes. "I've been told only, what, a million times before."
He tries to come up with a funny and witty response, which isn't a rare occurrence in Amy's presence, but is cut short by her taking his hand and pulling him into the console room.
He decides that whatever happened last night was defiantly not not very good for it was bloody brilliant because Amy is holding his hand so therefore everything is good in the world.
Except for the hundreds of aliens trying to destroy the universe. Those are very not good indeed.
They enter the console room and the Doctor sees, and nearly hyperventilates because of it, a man standing with his back to them operating the TARDIS.
The Doctor gasps and points and does a sort of flailing motion type dance thing that he would rather forget but hopes that he pulled off but highly doubts he did and spins a couple of times on the spot for good measure.
"He's flying my beloved!" he cries turning to Amy and shaking her by the shoulders.
"I hope you've gone blind Doctor because you better be referring to me and he is clearly not flying me." Amy threatens him and she is very scary he reminds himself.
"Ah yes of course, sorry dear." he stutters. Is he allowed to call Amy dear, he wonders. Seems so. He reminds himself to write that down as "acceptable" in his imaginary notepad along with Pond and Amy for really that girl doesn't like anything, not even Amykins or Pondweed which he finds absurd and especially not Amelia. Unless he wants to lose his life which he would rather not for he views the ability to live as rather quite important.
"So where to today then?" the man at the TARDIS calls over his shoulder. The Doctor's brows furrow together and he crosses his arms. He doesn't know who this man is but he is a liar, a crook, a traitor and an altogether not very nice bloke, he decides. Because no-one gets to drive his TARDIS other than him.
"Alpha Proximi? But it's too hot there and we'd probably die. Yeah we'd die. Best not then." the man continues to babble to no-one in particular.
Then Amy Pond leans into the Doctor and kisses him on the cheek and he flushes and he damn well knows it's obvious but he secretly prays to Sacred Bob that she doesn't notice.
"Aww look you're blushing!" she coos.
"Sacred Bob you suck." he mutters. "I'm converting."
"I forgot to tell you this morning" she smiles at him. "I love you."
The Doctor feels faint and just stares some more like the goldfish he believes he must have been in some sort of past life and is saved by the stranger at the console.
"Ah newlyweds. So full of love." he says to them.
Amy laughs and entwines her fingers with the Doctors. "Newlyweds? We've been married 2 months!"
And then the Doctor really feels like he is going to faint because this cannot be happening! He is not married to Amy Pond, even though it is very likely that he wishes he were, Rory is! He is not at all ashamed to admit that he is disappointed that it is all only a dream for he could get used to this, he tells himself.
"I knew it was too good to be true." he says to no-one in particular and he hits himself over the head, with his own fist non the less. He didn't even mean to do this, he was just going to bang his head off a door but he is a clumsy fool, he reminds himself.
"Doctor what are you doing?" Amy laughs and he blushes because he always makes a fool of himself when she's around, he notices. But then again he always makes a fool of himself.
"I'm dreaming right?" he asks.
Amy laughs and mysterious man laughs too and the Doctor is the only one not laughing, he notices, and he doesn't't like feeling left out so he laughs too and then all laughter stops.
"Who are you?" he asks mysterious probable evil mastermind posing as loveable friend man.
Amy looks at him like he's insane, which he knows he is and says "Have you got amnesia or something? You've been acting weird since I woke you up."
The Doctor thinks that this is a very plausible reason but doesn't know if one could have amnesia for 2 whole months. He is going to pretend it is possible though, to sooth his worried brain, he concludes.
The Doctor still just stares and impersonates a fish again.
The mysterious evil mastermind turns around and the Doctor gasps. "It's me. Roranicus. You know…space traveller. 907 years old. Last of the Timelords. You've only been travelling with me for nearly a year now."
"RORY?" the Doctor shouts in complete and utter shock, not unusual for him.
And then he does something that he's never done before and that will most definitely not be recorded in his non-existent hypothetical diary.
He faints.
A/N:
Wooow! Long chapter to make up for late postage! So what does everyone think? Thoughts…comments…likes…dislikes? RORY IS TIMELORD? hdjffdh.I'm going to keep the Doctor with his own personality and Rory with his even though they have switched roles because I can't see Rory being all Doctory or vice versa lol. Please review and I'll update faster because you're reviews really do help me write! Hope you enjoyed :)
