Disclaimer: I do not own 'Doctor Who' or any of the characters in it. All rights belong to the BBC, though I would love to own it myself. Sigh.
A/N: This chapter has no drama in it whatsoever :) Enjoy the fluff :D
Time was ageless in the TARDIS. Amy didn't know how long she'd been sleeping, but she woke up feeling well rested and serene.
Until she heard the Doctor yelling from another room in the ship.
Groaning, she climbed out of bed and grabbed her dressing gown, pulling a face at her tousled hair in her bedroom mirror. It was nothing compared to the Doctor's bed head though, so she left it and hurried out of the room to find him.
It didn't take her very long; the Doctor's shouting was very loud, allowing Amy to find him quite quickly.
He was in the TARDIS kitchen, and Amy paused in the doorway to watch him. He had flour on his face and his hair was dishevelled, even more than normal. He was dressed in blue pinstriped pyjamas, and Amy had to smother a laugh when she noticed his blue bow tie. He had an unhealthy obsession with those.
He appeared to be reading from a cookbook, and judging by the mess on the walls and along the kitchen sides, his cooking wasn't going very well.
"Why are you telling me that I need yeast now, you pathetic excuse for a bread recipe!" The Doctor seethed, waving a wooden spoon in the air. "You could have told me that before I put the bread in the oven!"
He spun around to open the oven, and caught sight of Amy in the doorway. His eyes widened, and he froze, almost as if she'd caught him doing something bad. "Uh…morning Amy!" He spluttered, unable to keep the surprise on his face. "You're not supposed to be up yet!"
Grinning, Amy stepped into the kitchen. "Well, it's a bit hard to sleep when you're yelling. What's up?"
The Doctor's face fell. "It was supposed to be a surprise." He mumbled. "I was making you breakfast in bed. Or, I was trying to. Bread hates me."
Amy was touched by his effort, and she stopped in front of him. "Any reason why you're doing that for me?" She asked, smiling warmly at him.
He looked sheepish then. "You know, to apologise for shouting at you."
Amy's smile became a beam. "No one has ever made such an effort for me before. Thank you." She slipped her arms around his neck and pressed her lips gently to his.
"You shouldn't be thanking me, I failed. Drastically." He sighed, feeling himself relax in her embrace.
"Doctor, you tried. And that means so much to me."
The Doctor smiled for the first time that day. "Well, I'm glad. Though I would have loved to have been able to cook for you. 907 years old, and my culinary skills are still rubbish!"
Laughing, Amy released him. "Right. Why don't you let me take over? Just sit down and let me cook for you."
Having Amy cook for him was something the Doctor couldn't turn down, so he was more than happy to perch on the counter and watch her.
Amy wasn't a brilliant cook either, but she managed to whip up some pancakes, and much to her distaste, tomato soup. The Doctor insisted that he couldn't eat his pancakes without it.
Once they'd sat down to eat, Amy began to pour syrup over her pancakes. The Doctor could only watch her in disgust.
She caught his gaze, and frowned. "What's that face for?"
The Doctor shuddered. "That face is for the syrup. How can you eat it?"
Amy took a bite out of her pancake. "It's heaven Doctor. How can you not like it?" She asked after she'd swallowed her mouthful.
"It's sticky and gold. Need I say more?"
"It's much more suited to pancakes than tomato soup is!" Amy shot back, her nose wrinkling at the sight of the Doctor's breakfast.
The Doctor waggled his finger at her. "I beg to differ! It's a great combination." Almost to prove himself, he bit into his pancake and gave a small moan of delight. "Besides, tomato is a fruit, so it's no different from putting strawberry sauce on pancakes."
"Whatever you say Doctor!" Amy muttered, turning her attention to her breakfast.
After they'd both eaten, and after the Doctor had tried to get Amy to kiss him, something she'd refused to do until he'd brushed his teeth, they debated on where to go next.
Whilst they were looking for outfits, the Doctor suddenly bolted upright, banging his head on the rail of the wardrobe. "I know where we can go!" He announced, rubbing his head with one hand and pulling out a pair of swimming trunks with the other. "The Fountain of Hartraphilia! I did say that I'd take you there."
Amy's eyes lit up, much to the Doctor's joy. "The place where the Heartreep lived before they became extinct?"
At the Doctor's nod, she squealed and pulled out a green bikini. "This is going to be great!"
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"Now, there is only one thing you must remember to do." The Doctor told Amy as they strolled hand-in-hand to the fountain. "Stick your hand into the water so the Heartreeps can get your scent, and remember, don't be alarmed when they pull you in."
"That's two things." Amy replied teasingly, which resulted in a playful shove from the Doctor.
"All joking aside, it's important that the species gets your scent. If not, they'll believe you're an enemy if you enter the fountain without their permission."
"Shouldn't they be used to humans though, as they inhabit the land too?" Amy asked randomly, running her fingers along the long blades of grass as they walked.
"The humans that live here kill the Heartreep for sport and food." The Doctor replied gravely. "In ten years, all of the Heartreep will be dead, killed by the humans here."
"That's awful!" Amy muttered, shaking her head in sorrow. "I can't believe that I'm from the same species as them!"
"You're not." The Doctor reassured her. "The humans here aren't from Planet Earth, they're just called humans because they share the most characteristics with them. They're more animalistic than you are."
Amy wasn't convinced. "Even so, what they do to the Heartreeps is unforgivable. I'd like to kick all of their backsides. Twice."
The Doctor smiled affectionately at his fiery-tempered companion. "I know you would." He replied, a proud tone to his voice. "But nonetheless, we're here to enjoy history, not change it."
"We're observers only." Amy quoted him from their trip to Starship UK.
"Exactly!" He exclaimed, trying to fight the urge to run back to the TARDIS and grab his magnifying glass to survey everything. "And here we are!"
Amy couldn't help but gasp at the sight of the fountain as they emerged from the trees.
Large boulders surrounded a pool of water, and the only sound was the loud roar of the fountain as the water fell into the pool. The colour of the water was a light blue topaz, and the surface glittered under the yellow sun.
Grinning, Amy released the Doctor's hand and ran up to the lake, sticking her hand into the water eagerly.
Seeing Amy's excitement ignited the Doctor's, and he rushed up to the pool to join her, finding her hand in the water and entwining his finger with hers.
Suddenly a Heartreep swam up to the surface and enveloped their hands into its mouth. Amy was too stunned by the beauty of the alien fish to realise their hands were inside it's mouth, and she was plunged into the water, the Doctor right beside her.
She'd expected that she wouldn't be able to stay underwater with the Heartreeps for very long, knowing that she'd have to stay near the surface to breathe, so she was surprised when she found herself breathing normally in the water.
She shot the Doctor a confused look, but he just nodded at her, grinning, unable to speak from underwater.
He gestured with his arms for her to go ahead, and she took his hint, swimming away after the Heartreep that had pulled them in.
She was amazed when the Heartreep stopped and turned to face her, and instead of being afraid of its mammoth size, she was in awe of the creature. She tentatively reached out with her hand to stroke its scales; unsure whether it was a careful thing to do.
But the Heartreep rubbed its large body against her hand, and a smile spread across Amy's face.
The Doctor had never taken her to a better place.
Amy turned her head to face him, wanting to share this moment with him, but he was on the opposite side of the water, his whole body wrapped around a Heartreep as it swam around in circles.
He was in no danger; that was the way Heartreeps showed affection.
The Heartreep by Amy swam closer to her, and she quickly embraced it the same way the Doctor was to his. It began to spin her around, and she caught the Doctor's eye as they span, and he beamed at her.
This was a trip that they'd never forget.
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Hayley x