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Amy's first conscious thought when she awoke later was, 'This isn't my bed.'

She opened her eyes slowly, squinting at the light illuminating from the TARDIS walls. Groaning, she rolled over, only to knock into another body in the bed.

"Don't hog all of the bed space Pond." She heard the Doctor whisper, and she opened her eyes fully.

Memories from the night before swam into her mind when she saw his grinning face, and she felt her face blush. "Don't hog all of the duvet then!" She replied, turning back around to conceal her embarrassment from him.

Warm arms wrapped around her waist, and the Doctor pulled her back so that his chest was pressed against her back.

"Why are you embarrassed?" He whispered, kissing the back of her neck softly.

Amy smiled at his tenderness before answering. "I'm not embarrassed. I never get embarrassed."

"So why are you blushing?"

"Because I have a fever." She replied jokingly, turning around to face him again. "I think I need a Doctor."

The Doctor laughed loudly at that, and his laughter rang out around the large bedroom. "Only you would make a joke like that after everything that happened yesterday!" He commented, rolling onto his back so Amy could curl up against him.

"What happened yesterday?" She asked teasingly, resting her head on his chest.

The Doctor pretended to be offended. "You can't tell me that you forgot about everything that happened."

Amy tilted her head to grin cheekily at him. "I think that I have. Maybe you could refresh my memory?"

The Doctor's eyes twinkled playfully at her. "By taking you to the volcano?"

"Why not? After all, I don't think anything happened after we went there." Amy teased, and the Doctor hit her playfully before encircling his arms around her waist again.

"If that's how you feel, then I guess nothing did happen…" The Doctor let his voice trail off, and guessed that it would only take Amy a few seconds to take back what she had said.

He was right. He counted three seconds before Amy sat up and grinned down at him. "As if I could forget!" She chuckled, ruffling his already messy hair.

Her face softened as she gazed down at the only man she'd ever loved, and she placed her hand on his cheek. "Last night was amazing, and completely unforgettable." She murmured.

The Doctor smiled and opened his arms, and Amy returned to his embrace immediately. He didn't need to say anything; they both knew exactly how the other was feeling.

They were both content to just hold each other for a moment, something Amy found quite strange as the Doctor was constantly talking or moving about, being the ball of energy that he was. But she didn't mind his silence either. She welcomed it.

~I~

A shrill ring of the TARDIS phone interrupted the tranquil atmosphere a few minutes later, and Amy groaned and nudged the Doctor. "Get the phone!" She instructed, disentangling herself from his embrace and closing her eyes. "I'm going to get some more sleep."

The Doctor frowned and pulled the duvet away from her. "Why should I get the phone?"

"Because." She replied simply.

"Because what?"

She opened her eyes to glare at him. "Because you own the TARDIS, so you own the phone, therefore, answering it is your responsibility." She finished her speech by pulling the duvet back from him and pulling it over her head.

"But it might be Tom Cruise on the phone." The Doctor hinted, and he grinned when Amy bolted upright.

"Well then, why didn't you say so before?" She demanded excitedly, bounding out of the bed to pick up her dressing gown, which had been conveniently placed in the Doctor's bedroom.

Good old TARDIS.

But just as she headed out of the door to run to the console room, the ringing stopped.

"Hello? TARDIS hotline, how may I help you?" She heard the Doctor say, and she spun around to walk back into the bedroom.

"You have a phone in your bedroom?" She hissed accusingly. "Why didn't you tell me that?"

The Doctor simply shushed her. "Yes, this is he." He replied into the phone.

Suddenly his face lit up. "My reservation is today? Magnificent. Thank you very much Sir! I just have one request, the table is now for two people, not just for one, so could you put an extra chair out?"

Amy heard the person on the other end of the line agree, and she shot the Doctor a confused look.

He turned to look at her, and he gave her a thumbs- up sign, though Amy wasn't sure why he did.

"Well, I look forward to seeing you!" The Doctor said cheerfully. "Goodbye!"

After he'd hung up, Amy repeated her previous question. "Since when have you had a phone in your room?"

"Since I decided that installing extension phone lines would be useful. There's even a phone in my shower!" He said proudly.

"So you were going to let me run to the console room when I could have just picked up the phone in your bedroom?" She asked in disbelief.

"Well, I thought you knew that there was a phone under the bed." He shrugged, sitting up and reaching for his dressing gown.

"Yes, of course I did, for there is always a phone under the bed." Amy replied dryly.

"There is in the 23rd century in England." The Doctor quipped, and Amy smacked his chest as he walked past her.

As they headed out of the bedroom, Amy caught sight of something. "A Star Wars poster? Really?" She stated incredulously, pointing at the large poster situated by the Doctor's bedroom door.

"Hey, it's vintage!" He protested, placing his hands on her shoulders and steering her out of the room. "Now enough of mocking my bedroom. We need to get dressed for dinner!"

"Dinner? But we've just woken up!"

"Yes, but I finally have a reservation for the Earth Buffet at the Laxvilica Restaurant on the Planet…wait for it…Laxvilica!" He announced gleefully.

"Original." Amy commented sarcastically. "So what's this Earth Buffet then? They better not serve any humans."

"No, that's only in the Petrelia restautant." The Doctor told her. "And don't worry, we'll avoid that part of Laxvilica. The Earth buffet is just food from your time period, served in a buffet. You're probably not familiar with the term 'buffet', but it's basically where you can—"

"Doctor, I know what a buffet is. There are buffets on Earth you know."

The Doctor stopped short at that. "Really?"

Amy nodded slowly. "Yes. Didn't you know that?"

"I didn't think it was a common concept in the 21st century. Oh well, I guess you learn something new everyday!"

"I certainly do, from you." Amy agreed. "But then, you're practically a walking encyclopaedia. Well, except that you lack knowledge about 21st century buffets."

"Lack?" The Doctor scoffed. "Well, knowing how to split an atom is more important compared to knowing about buffets!"

"For you, yes." Amy said as they walked into the wardrobe to change. "But I'd take Chinese buffet food over a Physics lesson any day!"

The Doctor was officially confused. Not something that happened very often. "What?"

Amy just laughed and shook her head. "Don't worry about it. So, how come this restaurant has randomly phoned you up now?"

"Because I've been on the waiting list for thirty years and now it's my turn to eat there."

"A thirty year waiting list?" Amy gasped. "That's impossible."

"Not really. If you count all of the species in the Laxvilican galaxy plus all of the tourists, plus all of the—"

"Right, I get you!" Amy interrupted, placing her hand over his mouth. "Now, let's talk about more important things!"

"Atoms?" The Doctor asked; his voice muffled from her hand.

"No. What we're going to wear!" She replied, removing her hand and gesturing to her wardrobe. "What's considered acceptable in the Laxvilica restaurant?"

"Bow ties and tweed jackets." The Doctor responded immediately.

"For girls!"

"I don't know! I've never been a girl, nor have I bought a girl to that planet, so my knowledge of Laxvilican fashion is practically nothing. The decision is up to you." The Doctor replied, already rummaging through his wardrobe for his favourite blue bow tie. "But blue would be a nice colour to wear." He added as an afterthought.

"Fine. I'll wear blue just this once." Amy grumbled, taking out a mid-thigh blue dress and blue flats. "But I refuse to be accessorise with you again! Couples who match their clothes and colours are just weird."

"Amy, you can't get weirder than us." The Doctor pointed out, eyeing his crazy bed-hair in the mirror of the wardrobe. "Now, where did I put my comb?"

~I~

"Okay…" Amy said slowly, gazing up at the sight before them. "This is one of the most beautiful places I've ever seen. No, scratch that, the most beautiful."

The Doctor grinned smugly and adjusted his bowtie.

"There's just one problem."

The Doctor's smirk faded. "What's that?"

Amy gestured to their outfits, and then to the surroundings. "We don't match!"

Planet Laxvilica was a purple crystal planet, and every building there had been constructed with amethyst and purple diamonds. Amy doubted that the Emerald City from 'The Wizard of Oz' could compare to it.

Amy and the Doctor clearly didn't match the scene, not with their identical blue outfits. Amy though was slightly relieved that she'd managed to persuade the Doctor to swap his tweed jacket for a tuxedo, but he'd refused to take off his blue shirt and bow tie. She'd even managed to comb his hair back for him, making him look sophisticated for the first time in his eleventh life. He almost didn't look like her Raggedy Doctor, but the new look was somewhat of an improvement.

"Purple and blue are beautiful colours!" The Doctor argued. "And when you mix them together, you get indigo, or violent, depending on what shades you use. Or a very, very dark purple, so dark that it's almost black. Anyway, the point is that they're all magnificent colours! We fit in perfectly."

Amy laughed and shook her head. "Whatever you say Doctor. Now, where's this restaurant?"

"You mean you don't know? I thought it was obvious!" The Doctor replied, nodding at the purple diamond palace in front of them.

Amy felt her mouth fall open. "Shut up." She whispered in awe.

"Not likely." The Doctor chuckled, offering her his arm, which she took. "So, now that you've finished staring at everything, can we go and eat?"

"You're absolutely positive that they don't serve humans in the buffet?" Amy checked anxiously.

"Pond, would I really take you to a restaurant that had humans on the menu?"

"Well, you did take me to a mechanical alien zoo that had tourists who liked to eat humans." She reminded him.

"Touché." The Doctor relented, leading them into the palace. "Now, could we forget all about that please? I want to have a nice, relaxing dinner, without any fights or getting into trouble."

Amy snorted at that. "Doctor, we can't last a whole evening without getting into some sort of trouble. You'll find out that the waitresses here are in fact daleks or something like that, and then we'll be running all over the place in our formal clothes, trying to save the day!"

The Doctor thought over her comment, before nodding. "You're right. And that's why you need to keep me out of trouble. If you catch anyone staring at me, or if you catch me staring at anyone, keep my attention on you. I don't want to meddle with anything."

Amy pretended to be concerned, and she placed her hand on the Doctor's forehead. "Are you sure you're not sick?" She teased. "I know how much you love to meddle in affairs."

"Well, not today." He replied as they began to walk over to the entrance podium. "I just want to have a nice, enjoyable evening out with you. Is that so much to ask?"

Amy eyed him suspiciously. "You're acting like this is our first date or something."

The Doctor feigned ignorance. "I have absolutely no idea what you're talking about."

"It is, isn't it?" Amy realised. "Oh Doctor, that's so cute!"

He turned his head to conceal his embarrassment, but Amy saw through him anyway. "You are possibly the sweetest being I have ever known." She whispered, leaning up on her tiptoes and kissing his cheek.

A beam spread across the Doctor's face. "I could say the same thing about you." He murmured back.

"Good evening Sir, Madam." A loud, smooth voice chimed, and Amy and the Doctor reluctantly turned their eyes away from each other to the podium, where a tall purple alien was smiling at them. "Do you have a reservation?"

Grinning, the Doctor nodded and pulled out a purple envelope, and Amy was surprised that he wasn't using his psychic paper. "Here we go!" He told the alien cheerily.

The alien pulled out a piece of paper, purple of course, and nodded. "Welcome to the Laxvilica restaurant! We hope you enjoy your dinner with us this evening. Go right through and help yourselves to our delicacy of the day: Earth Meals. Your table is number 11."

"I love that number." The Doctor commented as they walked into the dining area.

"You are that number!" Amy grinned. "So of course you—oh my God!"

The room that they had just walked into stunned her more than the outside had, causing her to break off mid-sentence.

The Dining Hall was enormous. The walls were purple crystal, piped with purple satin and other purple materials that Amy didn't recognise. The ceiling was glass, and she could see the purple twilight as it stretched out across the sky, illuminating the faintest of stars.

There was a large table nearby, with enough food to feed the entire population of England, and their table was close to it, situated near to the bar as well.

Their table had two silver chairs, with purple diamonds encrusted in the metal, and it was covered with a lavender coloured tablecloth. Small purple fairy lights floated in the air above the table, twinkling down at them.

Amy was too amazed to speak, so she just squeezed the Doctor's arm. He understood her wonder; feeling astounded himself, and he guided her over to the Buffet table.

The first food Amy spotted was a plate of fish fingers, and she placed herself in front of them, concealing them from the Doctor.

But it was too late, as the Doctor had already seen them. He'd also seen a bowl of custard in the dessert section.

Beaming happily, he began to pour some custard onto a plate, and Amy let out a groan. "Oh no."

"Oh yes!" He cried, turning to the fish fingers and scooping some onto his plate. "Now, what goes with fish fingers and custard?"

"Absolutely nothing." Amy told him. "Can you please eat like a normal human?"

"Amy, have you seen what the other aliens are eating? My dish is normal compared to theirs."

Amy had to agree that he was right when she glanced around the Dining Hall. There were some aliens that had chocolate sauce over their pizza, mint ice cream on top of their pasta and toffee chunks on their chicken.

"Okay. Go wild." She relented, and the Doctor let out a little cheer as he began to pile more food on his plate.

Amy decided to stay traditional, so she chose some chicken and some potatoes, and the Doctor then told her that her choice of meal was boring.

Balancing three plates, the Doctor made his way back over to the table and Amy rolled her eyes as she followed him, carrying her one, normal plate.

"Amy, tell me what you drink on Earth." The Doctor instructed as they sat down. "I don't have a clue about what I could drink to wash down this food!"

Amy didn't either. The Doctor's food choices were certainly interesting. "Beer?" She suggested, studying the drinks menu. "That's a typical male drink."

"Nothing alcoholic." He replied, already digging into his meal. "Maybe something sweet?"

"What, like chocolate milkshake?"

"Milkshake? Brilliant. I'll have a glass of that." He gave her a beseeching look, and Amy sighed and rose to her feet.

"I'll go and get it then, shall I?" She said, and the Doctor grinned at her, and it was impossible to stop herself from smiling back.

Amy headed over to the bar, and spoke to another purple alien. "Excuse me, could I have a glass of coke and a glass of chocolate milkshake please?" She asked politely.

The alien nodded and bowed deeply. "Of course madam. Give me a minute."

Amy thanked it and perched on one of the bar stools. She gazed around at the other aliens sitting beside her, marvelling their multi-coloured skin before her gaze fell on a man that looked human.

He met her gaze, and gave her a dazzling smile, and Amy smiled back. When he winked at her, she quickly glanced away, reluctant to flirt back.

She sneaked a glance back at the Doctor, but he was only focused on his food. He'd almost finished half of one of his plates already.

"Here you are madam." The alien spoke up, placing the drinks in front of her.

"Thank you very much." She replied, picking up the glasses and walking back over to the Doctor.

"Amy Pond, you are fantastic!" The Doctor praised her as she sat back down. "Thank you!"

"You're welcome." Amy smiled, reaching out and wiping custard from the Doctor's upper lip.

As she dug into her meal, she glanced up and caught the eye of the man from the bar again. He winked at her for a second time, and she frowned and dropped her eyes to her plate. Having someone flirt with her whilst she was on a date with another man wasn't a comfortable situation to be in at all.

But it was almost as if she couldn't resist. She glanced up again, but this time the man was studying the Doctor, who was completely oblivious.

Amy thought it was odd that he was staring at the Doctor the same way he was looking at her, so she contemplated telling the Doctor about him. He'd asked her not to alert him to any attention focused at them, but she felt really awkward under this man's intense gaze.

"Doctor?" She spoke up, and he glanced up at her. "There's a man at the bar that keeps staring at us."

The Doctor frowned slightly and turned his gaze to the bar. "Amy, what did I tell you about—uh-oh."

"What is it?" Amy asked him worriedly. "Do you know him or something?"

The Doctor turned his eyes back to her. "Let's just say he has an enormous crush on me." He responded dryly.

'That would explain why he's staring at us." Amy commented back, eyeing the man again.

"What?"

"And why he's coming over right now."

"We have to get out of here!" The Doctor hissed, pushing back his plate and rising to his feet. "Before he—"

"I caught you both staring at me." A familiar, American voice said, and the Doctor groaned quietly. "So, why don't we head back to mine for a rendezvous?"

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By the way, the next chapter is fluffy as well, but prepare yourselves for the future drama :) Teehee!

Hayley x