Disclaimer: I do not own 'Doctor Who' or any of the characters in it. All rights belong to the BBC.

A/N: Who saw the last two episodes of Doctor Who? I didn't like Amy's Choice very much because Amy chose the wrong man. I can't believe she didn't choose the Doctor!

I'm going to include a storyline similar to 'Amy's Choice' in this story, but it will have no Rory ;)

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"Amy, I think you need to find a mop!"

Amy rolled her eyes at the Doctor before replying. "No, I think you need to tell me if the trip to the alien zoo is a date."

To her surprise, the Doctor began to laugh. "Oh Amy Pond, there is no placating you, is there? Not even a crashing TARDIS can stop you from asking your original question, the one that set off this catastrophe!" He finished his speech by throwing some foam at her.

Amy retaliated by throwing some back. "Only you can stop me Doctor."

She'd intended her remark to be a joke, but the Doctor wasn't laughing anymore. "I know, and that's what scares me." He whispered, lowering his eyes to his foam-covered lap.

Amy's body stiffened, and suddenly she couldn't speak. Instead, she reached her hand into the foam to take the Doctor's hand.

She'd expected the Doctor to squeeze her hand and then let go, so she gasped quietly when she felt the Doctor entwine his fingers with hers, unable to disguise her surprise.

Their eyes locked, and both were unable to look away.

They sat there in the foam, holding hands, gazing at each other, both waiting for the other to speak.

Amy silently wished for the Doctor to begin rambling again, something he did when he was nervous, but he was waiting for her to break the silence.

After a few more minutes of silence, she spoke. "So, should I go and find that mop Doctor?" She asked him softly, pulling her hand away from his.

He jumped slightly, blinking, before nodding at her. "Okay, I'll help you find one," He replied, taking her hand again to help her to her feet.

But as soon as they were standing, the foam began to melt into the floor, disappearing within seconds. Amy shot the Doctor a confused look, feeling even more perplexed when he started laughing.

"Looks like my TARDIS couldn't bear to be wet for much longer, so she took matters into her own hands," He chuckled, patting the console fondly with his free hand, "Thank you darling."

A giggle slipped out of Amy's pursed lips; she never could get over the Doctor's affection for his beloved ship.

"Don't laugh at me Miss Pond," The Doctor scolded her playfully as he pulled her towards the staircase, "The TARDIS is the closest thing I have to a wife."

"And what am I then?" Amy challenged. "A sitting duck?"

"I haven't thought of a term for you yet, but I'm working on it." The Doctor told her, tapping his head as they ascended.

"Make it a good one," Amy grumbled, and the Doctor kissed the top of her head.

"I wouldn't dare to make it a bad one!" He laughed as he opened one of the doors in the corridor. "Now, I think we had best get changed out of these clothes, don't you?"

Amy agreed, eyeing his drenched tweed jacket. And then she saw something that would make the Doctor freak out. "Uh…Doctor? You might want to get a new jacket."

The Doctor frowned in confusion, before gazing down at his tweed jacket. When he saw a burnt hole on the right pocket, he let out a howl, tearing his hand away from Amy's.

"No! Why did you have to do that?" He wailed to his favourite garment, taking it off and throwing it on the floor, "Now I can't accessorise properly! Why do you have to ruin my existence? Why?"

During the Doctor's rant, Amy picked up the jacket and took it over to the corner, where the TARDIS had conveniently placed a sewing machine. Picking up her dotty shirt, she took a pair of scissors and cut out a square, a shape just big enough to cover the hole.

"—and now nothing goes with bow ties! Nothing! I'm going to have to travel to Planet Gatavia to find a similar replica of that jacket! Last time I went there, a giant fish tried to steal my TARDIS! A fish! A frickin' fish! Do you know how—"

Amy tuned out the Doctor's rant again, wondering if he was talking to himself, or to her, or to the jacket. It only took her a few minutes to patch up the hole, and she admired her work after she'd finished. The tweed jacket looked good, despite the green and white dotted hole. She knew that the Doctor would like it; after all, he did own a green and white dotted bow tie.

Amy picked up the jacket and walked back to the Doctor, who was now ranting to his clothes, hitting them at random intervals. "—and there is absolutely no way that I am going to wear nine's leather jacket with a bow tie. Honestly! I don't even know why I even wore that hideous article of clothing! And ten's knee-length jacket was probably worse, how on Earth could—"

"Doctor? I have something for you!" Amy interrupted cheerfully, holding out the tweed jacket.

"For the love of Jupiter and its sixteen moons, it's fixed!" The Doctor cheered, beaming at his companion, "Amy Pond, I have finally thought of your nickname! You're the Guardian of Tweed Jackets."

Although Amy was glad that she had cheered him up, she wasn't particularly fond of her nickname. "No thanks doctor, I only fixed the jacket to make you happy again. There is no way that makes me the guardian of that ugly item."

The Doctor blinked at her. "Ugly? Did I hear you correctly?"

"You did, it is ugly!" Amy paused when she saw the scowl return to the Doctor's face, "But it could never look ugly on you! You carry it off in a very…charming way."

The beam returned. "Of course I do!" He bragged; tossing the jacket onto a heater that had also conveniently appeared. "And okay…maybe I should call you…the Guardian of my Happiness. How's that?"

Amy liked that name better. "I love it. Makes me sound important." She didn't add that she liked it because it linked her to the Doctor.

The Doctor laughed, and to Amy's surprise, started stripping right in front of her.

When the Doctor saw Amy's blush, he grinned knowingly. "Turn around if it embarrasses you," He chuckled; quoting from the second time he met her.

"Where have I heard that before?" Amy teased, as she began to change as well. "You know that it doesn't embarrass me. Nothing does."

"I bet I can find something that does!" The Doctor told her, pulling on a light-pinstriped shirt.

"Is that a bet?" Amy asked, reaching into the wardrobe to take out her favourite mini skirt.

"That is a bet," The Doctor replied smugly, yanking on his green braces, "You know that I can never resist a good bet."

"So what's the prize?"

The Doctor was quiet as he thought for an answer. "I'm not sure…I'll think of one though."

"I have one already. Whoever wins the bet gets to choose where we go next."

The Doctor let out a grumble at that; he had always chosen their destination. "Fine," He relented, "But it needs my approval first. Deal?"

"Deal."

Next few chapters will be the trip to the alien zoo. Will the Doctor and Amy find romance again?

We'll see ;)

Hayley x