AN: yes, I'm a horrible author, and I'm sorry this has taken me so long, bit of author's block+jet lag= blank microsoft word document= very unhappy Kat.

However, three good things happened to help. First, Lily was completely awesome with her prize (all prizewinners have been of course.) Second, I discovered the ipod challenge thing which I'm working on now, and a fic called 'Only Human' about doctorxamy. 3rd, the incredible DaiskiAnimeJ on DeviantArt did sketches from the L Word! You can find them here: .com/art/Moonhawk424-DW-Sketches-173188207

and I LOVE LOVE LOVE them- they're perfect. Hopefully she may even do some more soon. Kat+ awesome sketches= happiness.

So, you finally get an update. this chap's quote is one of my faves for this fic, and here it is:

I laugh, I love, I hope, I try I hurt, I need, I fear, I cry. And I know you do the same things too, So we're really not that different, me and you.

So, the Doc and Amy defeated the evil bat things, but now the Doctor's hurt and Amy nearly poisoned him (with aspirin.) The Doctor felt the need to point out rather bluntly that he wasn't human (maybe due to broken ribs and near poisoning.)

So what now?

Enjoy!

Amy blinked, staring at the Doctor. "I- I'm sorry. I know that."

The Doctor stared at her for a moment, blinking and confused, and hurt. He pulled a face and pushed himself up, wincing at his injuries. Still he managed to wrap his arms around her- his Pond, pressing his face into her hair.

"No, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be so….abrupt." He pulled back and stared into the girl's eyes.

"Forgive me?"

Amy looked at him, eyes wide, feeling small and wishing, with all her heart, that she could be like him. She saw the worry in his eyes and smiled a little.

"Yeah. Of course."

The Doctor smiled and pressed his lips to hers in a sweet kiss, then kissed her nose, lingering on the soft, freckled skin. He leaned his forehead against hers, smiling.

"Amy, you're brilliant, just the way you are."

Amy blinked-it was like he'd read her mind. The Doctor grinned cheekily and tapped his nose.

"I'll explain in a minute- but first." He grit his teeth. "Could you help me up- we need to get to the medical bay."

Amy blinked again- having nearly completely forgotten the Doctor's injuries. She swore at herself internally for being so self absorbed, and felt the Doctor's finger touch her lips.

She looked up, frowning, and the Doctor smiled- "I can manage this pain, you know I've had worse-"

And there it was, an image, bright and real, of the Doctor's scarred body- it seemed to be broadcast straight into Amy's mind. She blinked and shook her head.

"What the?"

The Doctor grit his teeth. "Ok, come on- please Amy, medical bay."

Amy took his arm and put it round her shoulders, then together they stood. The Doctor leaned on her a little, though he seemed to be trying to take most of his own weight, breathing hard and fast.

Amy rolled her eyes and tugged his arm further over her shoulder so he was practically unbalanced- and forced to lean on her.

"I can manage!" She said, annoyed.

The Doctor chuckled. "Sorry Pond. Useless chivalrous instinct- I'll try to smother it, promise."

Amy would have elbowed him in the ribs if she wasn't pretty sure they were broken from the way he'd been acting. Instead she huffed and pretended to ignore him. The Doctor smirked.

Slowly, they managed to get up the first set of steps, and then the next. Together they made their way down a corridor, then turned left down another, leaning into each other for support.

Amy noticed the Doctor's irregular breathing, the way sweat was pouring off him.

"How much pain are you in?" She breathed.

There was a flash and suddenly she felt it- the way the crack in her left shin had widened and was beginning to break- the way the two ribs she'd thought were broken were actually fractured where they joined her sternum, in serious danger of puncturing her lungs. The way she was still weak from the radiation from the Kelelawar's scanning….

But it wasn't her, it was him. The pain faded and Amy looked at the Doctor in shock. He stared into her panicked face, eyes pleading as she hesitated.

"Amy, can we just get there, please?"

Amy nodded, trying to mask her panic, though she practically dragged the Doctor the rest of the way into the TARDIS' white and blue medical bay. In the middle of the room was a stretcher with a sheet and pillow, and along several trolleys and counters were monitors, medicines and bandages.

The Doctor staggered to the stretcher and nodded, breathless, to a roll of lilac bandages. Amy grabbed them and handed them to him. He winced as he started trying to undo his shirt, each breath hurting.

Amy's hands gently pushed his away, and the Doctor leant back as she pushed off his jacket- fought fiercely with his bowtie, and then, slowly, started to undo the buttons of his shirt.

The Doctor closed his eyes. "Thankyou."

Amy smirked as she ran her hands over his smooth chest, letting her hands linger on the smooth skin. "Don't worry, I'm enjoying it."

The Doctor smirked, and suddenly she got another flash of his thoughts- of how much he wanted to kiss her right now, to take her in his arms, how his skin burned where she touched it…

Amy blushed, she hadn't expected that. The Doctor grimaced and flushed a little too. "Sorry."

Amy took the bandages, going to wrap them around the injured area- a nod from the Doctor confirming she was doing it right.

"What's that about anyway, it's like….like I can read your mind."

The Doctor frowned as he tried to think of the best way to explain. "You can, sort of."

Amy frowned in response, confused, gently wrapping the lilac bandage around the doctor's torso- it started to glow with a dull blue light.

"Sort of?"

The Doctor grimaced, leaning back, trying not to breathe in his lungs- as if that were even possible. He supposed he could use his respiratory bypass system, but that seemed to be going a bit too far.

"Well, Time Lords are very…active , psychically- and humans are very open to receive psychic waves. You're so inexperienced, you just let anything and everything into your head."

Amy raised an eyebrow- gently pressing down on the end of the bandage as she'd seen the Doctor do when he fixed her ankle and feeling it cool and harden beneath her fingers as it went midnight blue.

"Yeah, but I don't normally get all sorts of random projections into my head?"

The Doctor glanced away. "Well. Yeah. To send someone a message without contact you've got to um…feel…close to them. Want to be…close…to them."

Amy looked at him, smiling. "And you want to be 'close' to me?"

The Time Lord rolled his eyes, then leaned forwards to kiss her cheek, her jaw, her lips- any part of her face he could reach.

"I want to be close to you all the time- every second of every moment of my existence, Miss Pond."

Amy closed her eyes, loving the soft brush of his lips, then she looked up at him. "Come on, I've got to fix you up."

The Doctor pointed to a green tube of gel. "That next, I'll have to do it."

Amy frowned. "Why?" She picked up the tube but didn't give it to him.

The Doctor frowned, he was too exhausted to argue, though already he could feel the lilac bandages aiding the healing process in his ribs, soothing the pain.

"I have to apply it exactly where the crack in my shin is."

Amy stared him down, fierce as ever. "So show me."

The Doctor sighed- seeing he'd get nowhere arguing. "Alright."

He showed her, though clearly he was trying to dull the pain as much as he could. Gingerly, Amy squeezed some of the gel onto her fingers. It tingled a little. She very carefully spread it over the area where the Doctor's shin was cracked..

He gasped, and she saw his fingers clutch the sheets. When she was done he nodded to some off white bandages, which seemed to be made of some sort of silky, sticky substance- like spider webs.

Amy frowned, shaking it off her fingers, then wrapping it around his leg, as carefully as she could. The gauze like substance stuck to his skin off its own accord, and soon the Scot had finished.

The Doctor sighed, then got up, carefully putting weight on his leg and hobbling over to a monitor, picking up a jar, shaking out a few orange pills and swallowing them quickly.

Amy watched him dubiously. "Are they healthy?"

The Doctor shrugged. "Better than aspirin." He smiled to show he was only joking, but Amy couldn't help flinching, thinking about how different he was to her- how she'd nearly killed him unintentionally.

Gently the Doctor put a hand on her cheek. "I'm still me. If you want me?"

Amy shook her head at the nervous undertone in his voice. "Of course I do. I'm stupid and mental and human, but I will always want you. Need you."

The Doctor wrapped an arm around her slender waist, holding her closer and pressing his face into her hair. "Amy Pond- you are too good for me."

Amy laughed, looking back to smile at the Doctor, messing up his hair. "Maybe I am. But that would be pretty difficult."

X

They sat in the kitchen, Amy's kitchen in the TARDIS, and drank their tea- Amy leaning her head against the Doctor's chest, careful to avoid his bandages.

She smiled up at him. "It'll make a good story, won't it?"

They still hadn't left the Himalayas- the Doctor hadn't quite finished healing after 45 minutes, though he would soon. He was able to walk again- it was his ribs which were really taking time.

The Doctor smiled- thinking about the bats, and the monks, the elixir of eternal life- and Amy with her perfume bottle…

"It would." He said, smiling. "You were brilliant."

Amy grinned. "Careful, or you'll make me get all self important."

The Doctor laughed a little, breathily, trying to avoid jerking his ribs. "I don't think that's possible."

He leaned down and kissed her head, Amy could smell a hint of his tea on his breath, and she leaned her head back further to look up into his laughing, loving green-grey eyes.

"Jack would have liked it, right?" She asked, thinking about the captain the Doctor had told her about so avidly.

The Doctor grinned. "Good old Captain Jack. Yes, he'd have loved that story."

"What story?"

Amy and the Doctor looked up, startled to see a tall, handsome man with brown hair, blue eyes, and a blue military jacket standing in the doorway.

None other than a certain Captain Jack Harkness.

Ooooooh, guest appearance! What's Jack doing then? Why'd he need to find them? What'll happen next?

I'll update as soon as I can, in the mean time I highly suggest you check out those sketches- they're really fantastic.

As ever, thankyou for reading, please do take the time to review, and I hope you're still enjoying the story!

Kat