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: Thank you so much for your reviews :D They make my day, and I love replying to them. I actually cried at your praise. That sounds silly, but your words mean so much to me. It's my dream to be an author…it's just a shame that the Doctor and Amy aren't my own characters haha.
Anyway, this chapter is sort of a foreshadowing event for what will happen later on in the story. It will be kind of obvious what episode of Doctor Who I have based it on haha ;)
Enjoy!
(Oh, and if you want to read another Eleven/Amy fic after this one, I suggest you check out 'Red hair, Romance and Reality?' from ashredfern414, who is such a talented writer. You can find her story on my favourites :D )
The Doctor was doing everything he could to make Amy forget about what had happened to the Heartreeps, despite her assurance that she was fine.
He'd taken her on a romantic trip to Venice; though the romance was lost when they found out they were staying in a town full of vampires, that weren't actually vampires. Big fish from space was a better definition.
The Doctor had been disappointed that the trip hadn't served its purpose of being a peaceful, relaxing break, though Amy had certainly enjoyed it. Her favourite moment was when the Doctor fought an alien called Francesco with a broomstick, and she'd kissed him passionately afterwards, not caring about the alien slime he was covered in.
After they'd saved Venice from being sunk, the Doctor whisked Amy off to the Musée D'Orsay in Paris to show her some of Vincent Van Gogh's paintings, an artist she had a great interest in.
But after spotting a monster's face in a church in one of Van Gogh's paintings, they'd set off to 1890 to meet the artist himself.
That promised to be a good trip. But the Doctor once again felt like that he'd disappointed her, especially as he watched her face fall when she'd realised that their meeting with him hadn't affected the artist at all. Vincent had still committed suicide at the young age of 37.
The Doctor had explained that they had meant something to him; they'd shown him that his life would be remembered, more reverently than it was when he was alive. They'd given him hope, and inspiration to keep painting. And Amy had a greater effect on the artist; he'd truly begun to fall in love with her. The Doctor couldn't even be jealous; the man was Vincent Van Gogh after all!
After they'd returned to the TARDIS, Amy had been quiet, and silence was something that the Doctor couldn't stand.
So to break the silence, he was his normal eccentric self. Running around the console, he hit levers and random buttons, all the while yelling, "Las Vegas or New York? Both fantastic places! We must sample some American cuisine at some point; Fish fingers and custard can only satiate a time lord for so long!"
"Actually Doctor, I'm just going to go to bed." Amy replied quietly, giving him a soft smile as she ascended up the console stairs. "I'll see you soon."
The Doctor lost his energy then, and he fell onto one of the console chairs. "Okay, we'll go somewhere tomorrow." He said dejectedly, but Amy had already gone.
He wasn't tired; he'd had enough sleep for one week, so he decided to tinker with the TARDIS until Amy was ready to explore again. Fixing up the TARDIS was a great distraction from worrying about his failure to restore Amy's spirits.
~I~
But the Doctor hadn't failed Amy at all. Quite the opposite. She'd loved their trips to France and Italy, and wished that they could go somewhere else, but she was simply too tired.
She was also distracted by a moment that she'd shared with the Doctor at the museum.
"If we had got married, our kids would have had very, very red hair." She commented quietly, gazing at Vincent's famous portrait of a vase of sunflowers, a painting dedicated just to her.
"The ultimate ginger." The Doctor grinned.
"The ultimate ginge."
The Doctor laughed, and Amy felt a small smile grace her lips.
"Brighter than sunflowers." She whispered, and the Doctor placed his arm around her, drawing her into his side.
At the time, Amy had been talking about having Vincent's children. But when her and the Doctor were back outside and heading towards the TARDIS, an image of the Doctor holding a small child in his arms appeared in her head. She knew instantly that the child was theirs.
It was stupid to think about things like that, but Amy couldn't erase that image from her head. She liked that image. She liked it a lot.
Sighing at the impossibility of it ever happening, she climbed into bed and pulled the duvet over her head, believing that going to sleep would be a sure way of erasing that image.
~I~
"There is absolutely no way on Earth that you are getting me on that!" The Doctor said stubbornly, folding his arms across his chest.
"Actually, you're not on Earth!" A heavily pregnant Amy called from the park bench, and she laughed when he stuck his tongue out at her. He was worse than their daughter.
"Please daddy!" Their little girl whimpered, tugging on his tweed jacket. "Mummy said that she'd give you your screwdriver back if you played with me!"
The Doctor snapped his gaze back to his wife. "When did you take that?" He asked her in disbelief, frowning when she pulled it out of her bag and waved it smugly at him.
"When you were hyperventilating over going on a roundabout." She replied, grinning. "Now get on, or I'll use the screwdriver to go into labour."
Her husband's face paled at that thought. "Right. Not good. I suppose I have no choice now!"
"None at all." Amy smirked.
Groaning dramatically, the Doctor took his small daughter's hand and followed her over to the ghastly contraption.
Amy was in hysterics as she watched the Doctor squeeze his eyes shut as their child pressed the 'Go' button. He was less composed than her, he screamed and she squealed, "Geronimo!" as the roundabout spun them around the park. This was no ordinary Earth playground.
The ride stopped after a minute, and Amy had to hold her sides because they were hurting from laughing too much.
"I'm glad you find this amusing." The Doctor groaned as he climbed off the roundabout, his face green from motion sickness. "You won't be laughing when I vomit all over the place."
"You'll refrain from being sick if you don't want me to use this!" Amy replied, waving the screwdriver at him again.
The Doctor rolled his eyes, before turning to their daughter. "Could you get the TARDIS for me? Everything's all blurry."
With a sharp snap of her fingers, their little girl summoned the TARDIS straight to them. Amy had never managed that, despite the number of years that she'd spent with the Doctor.
As ill as the Doctor felt, he still helped Amy to her feet.
"I smell custard!" Their daughter cried gleefully, her red hair fanning around her as she twirled around the TARDIS.
"Not again!" Amy groaned as she opened the TARDIS door; the Doctor was in no condition to unlock it in his state.
"Yes again!" The Doctor and their child yelled as they gave each other a high-five. Or attempted to.
The Doctor used too much force, and his arm went straight over her head, and he toppled onto the floor.
Amy shook her head at her daughter as she tried to help her father up. "Just leave him there Maddie. He'll get up when he smells his fish fingers burning."
~I~
Jolting awake, Amy shot out of bed, stunned by how real her dream had felt. She glanced at her reflection, and realised she was beaming from the memory of her dream.
She had never really had a maternal or family urge, but after having that dream where she shared that with the Doctor; it changed things completely.
Feeling much brighter than she'd had in days, she quickly dressed and headed to the console room. "Morning!" She called as she descended down the stairs.
The Doctor banged the floor underneath her feet and waved to her, and Amy giggled at his ridiculous goggles, though she did think that they were rather endearing.
"You look like you're in a better mood!" He shouted over the noise of his hammering. "Have a nice sleep?"
"The best sleep!" She replied happily, hurrying down the stairs to join him. "And now, I think it's time for another holiday!"
The Doctor stopped his hammering. "Where do you want to go?" He asked, smiling at seeing her so happy.
"Can't you guess? I'm wearing shorts!" She grinned, gesturing down to her outfit.
"Somewhere hot?"
"You bet! Now take off those goggles, I don't want you to get white panda eyes. We're off to Hawaii!"
And now we will launch into a mini-story of about five chapters, with many turning points to Amy and the Doctor's relationship. I hope that you'll enjoy their journey :)
Hayley x
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