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A/N: OH MY GOD! PLEASE TELL ME THAT ALL OF YOU HAVE READ WHAT MOFFAT SAID ABOUT AMY AND THE DOCTOR IN SERIES SIX!
If you haven't, I'll quote it now…
'The Doctor's relationship with Amy Pond is to be exposed in an upcoming 'Doctor Who' episode.
Sci-fi show boss Steven Moffat has revealed how fans of the show will "gasp" in amazement when the "true nature" of the friendship between the Time Lord - played by Matt Smith - and his assistant Amy (Karen Gillan) will be revealed in a mysterious new storyline.
He said: "You'll see The Doctor's life change for ever. You will gasp as the true nature of his relationship with Amy and cry out in horror as Rory Williams stumbles to the brink of a tragic mistake."
What are your thoughts about this? I hope Amy turns out to be the Doctor's wife or something. People are already guessing that she's either River Song or River and the Doctor's daughter.
If it turns out that Amy is the Doctor's daughter or sister, then I will delete my Fanfiction account in protest. THAT'S JUST SICK!
Anyhow, on with the story! (Remember that this is the beginning of an Amy's Choice storyline teehee.)
'And now, time for the 12-o-clock news. Three men have been—'
Amy let out a groan and picked up the remote to turn the television off. She normally liked watching the midday news, but watching it today only reminded her that the Doctor was three hours late.
He had promised her that he'd only be gone for five minutes as he flew to another planet to pick up her meds, but those five minutes had transpired into three hours.
Amy wasn't impressed. At all.
Rubbing her swollen stomach, she heaved herself to her feet, wincing from the pain in her back. She could have popped to the high street and bought the medicine herself in fifteen minutes, but the Doctor had insisted that tablets from Planet Gridam would be best for her condition.
But 'condition' wasn't the right term for what she had. 'Pregnancy from Hell' was more appropriate.
Wherever the Doctor had vanished to, she just hoped he'd picked her up some lunch. Or more specifically: Galaxy chocolate, chocolate grown from the Earth's galaxy 13,000 years in the future. Who knew stars could be cocoa farms? Not Amy, until she'd found some in the Doctor's secret chocolate stash aboard the TARDIS a couple of years ago.
The loud whir of the TARDIS engines interrupted Amy's thoughts, and her previous annoyance returned. If the Doctor thought she was going to run out of the cottage to greet him with open arms and a loving kiss, he was quite mistaken.
Instead, he would face the wrath of his heavily pregnant, human wife.
Amy heard him open the front door then, and she frowned at his cheerful whistling. But then she felt smug that he'd stop soon enough when he saw her stormy expression.
Sure enough, when the Doctor walked into the Living Room, his welcoming smile faded, along with the annoying, out-of-tune whistling. "Amy?" He asked worriedly, taking a step towards her.
"You! Stay back!" She growled at him, holding her hand up in warning.
The Doctor was used to her mood swings by now, so he knew exactly how to deal with them. He reached into his jacket pocket to pull out a bar of Galaxy chocolate, his smile returning when he saw Amy's face light up. "So I guess I can't walk over to you to give you this…I'll just have to eat it by my—"
But Amy had snatched the bar out of his hands before he could finish his sentence. The Doctor chuckled at her as she tore the packet open eagerly, plopping down onto the sofa to enjoy her snack.
He took a seat beside her, slipping one arm around her shoulders and resting one hand tenderly on her stomach. He was tempted to ask her for a piece, but then decided that it wasn't worth it. Amy never shared her chocolate.
When the chocolate was finished, Amy's anger returned, making the Doctor immediately wish that he'd bought her a giant bar instead. "Where have you been?" She hissed, folding her arms across her chest and glaring at him.
The force of her glare was strong enough to make the Doctor remove his hold on her. "You know where I went; to Planet Gridam and the galaxy. And speaking of Planet Gridam, I have your medication." He took out a box of tablets from his pocket and offered them to her, but she knocked them out of his hands.
"I know that!" She cried angrily. "But you promised me five minutes! You've been gone for three hours!"
The Doctor winced at the fury in her voice. "It would have taken me five minutes for the trip to Planet Gridam. But it took an hour to travel to the galaxy, fifty minutes for the star to grow the chocolate you just ate, and another hour to travel back home."
Amy began to soften. "You went all of that way to get me some chocolate?"
"Of course I did," The Doctor murmured tenderly. "I knew the chocolate would make you happy, so I knew that I had to get it."
His wife smiled then, and cupped his face gently with her hands. "Have I ever told you how much I love you?"
The Doctor grinned, and turned his eyes away from her momentarily to glance at the clock. "Not in the past four hours and sixteen minutes."
"Well, I better make up for lost time." Amy whispered, and as their faces inched closer together, a loud chirping broke the tranquil silence.
Amy's mood changed immediately. "Doctor, I swear to God if you have brought me back birds as some sort of 'labour' present, you can send them back right now!"
The Doctor scanned the room warily. "I can assure you that I didn't. Look, let me kiss you, and then I'll work out where that chirping sound is coming from. Okay?"
Amy was satisfied with that. "Okay," She agreed, but instead of leaning towards the Doctor, she found herself falling backwards, beginning to fall asleep.
The last thing she was aware of was the Doctor's head resting on top of hers before they both drifted off to sleep.
~I~
The Doctor bolted upright, rubbing his eyes tiredly. "I always wake up before the best part of the dream." He sighed, lowering his hands to survey his bedroom, ensuring that he was safe in bed and not in that cottage again.
But instead of seeing his bedroom walls, he was staring at the TARDIS console. He knew that he'd fallen asleep in strange places before, the London sewage system being one of them, but he'd never fallen asleep in the console room.
He rose slowly, only to see Amy curled up on the floor on the other side of the console. "Pond? Are you awake?" He called to her softly.
Amy raised her head and nodded at him. "I am, but I don't want to be. I just had the most amazing dream."
"Well, lucky you." The Doctor muttered darkly, walking over to her to help her to her feet. "I had the strangest, most impossible dream."
"What was it about?" Amy asked curiously. "I'll tell you mine if you tell me yours."
"Honestly, I don't think you want to know." He sighed, rubbing his face with his hands.
"Was it that bad?" She asked softly, standing on her tiptoes to slip her arms around his neck.
The Doctor shrugged and crushed her body to his, relief flooding through him when he felt her flat stomach. "Not particularly bad, just impossible."
"Mine was pretty impossible too. Incredibly impossible."
The Doctor released her from his embrace and turned his attention to the TARDIS console. He wasn't sure where they were at the moment, but he had a bad feeling about it.
Amy sat down on one of the TARDIS chairs, rubbing her stomach absent-mindedly as she watched the Doctor work.
However, that small gesture didn't go unnoticed by the Doctor. "Any reason why you're rubbing your stomach like that, Pond?" He asked, hoping that she would tell him that she just had stomach pains, not that she'd been nine months pregnant only minutes before.
When Amy didn't reply, he stopped fiddling with the TARDIS controls and kneeled in front of her. "Are you sick?" He asked her worriedly, resting his hand on her forehead to feel her temperature.
Amy giggled, and took his hand in hers, before planting a soft kiss on his lips.
Better than any dream, the Doctor noted.
"No, I was just thinking about my dream. I was nine-months pregnant, can you believe it?"
The Doctor was instantly anxious. "Amy, what else happened in the dream?"
She blushed then, and lowered her eyes to her lap. "It's kind of embarrassing…do you really need to know what happened?"
"Every single detail," The Doctor told her firmly.
"Well…I was pregnant…with your baby."
Amy expected the Doctor to be surprised, and a little afraid, but his expression didn't change. "What else?" He asked her quietly.
"You had disappeared to pick up some tablets from some Planet like…Gridit?"
"Gridam." The Doctor corrected.
"Yes, that was it. Wait…how did you know that?" Amy questioned. "Was I talking in my sleep or something?"
The Doctor laughed callously, running his fingers through his hair. "Oh Amy, I wish you had been. But no, you weren't. I believe that we both had the same dream."
Amy's face paled. "But that's impossible!"
"Amy, you were nine months pregnant and I was going to be a father. You can't get more impossible than that," The Doctor sighed, jumping to his feet and helping her up as well. "I think that we need to get out of here, now!"
"But where are we?"
"I don't know!" The Doctor muttered, once again turning away from her to focus on the TARDIS. "Now shut up and let me get us out of here."
Amy was stung by his remark, and she turned around to stomp up the TARDIS staircase. "Fine!" She snapped back. "Sort it out then!"
"I will!" The Doctor shot back, slamming his hand down on a green button.
And then all of the lights went out. The light from the console was the only source of light, and it illuminated the large space dimly.
"Doctor?" Amy whispered, eyeing his frozen form. "What happened?"
"The TARDIS just died," He whispered, staring wide-eyed at the console. "But that's impossible!"
Amy was going to retort that the past few minutes had been impossible, but she held her tongue.
"Oh, this is very, very not good!" The Doctor exclaimed as he began to push levers and hit various buttons. He hoped that the TARDIS would magically come back to life, but it remained immobile.
~I~
Watching the Doctor try to repair his ship broke Amy's heart. His movements were becoming frantic, and he was becoming more agitated as he tried to get the TARDIS working.
"Don't do this to me!" The Doctor cried as he kicked the console with his foot.
He regretted it immediately.
Howling with pain, he grabbed his foot and began to hop up and down awkwardly, and Amy rushed down the stairs to his side. She helped him to a chair, and he sat down, cradling his injured foot.
"Oh Amy, we're stuck," The Doctor whispered, his voice breaking. "I've stuck you here."
Amy placed a finger on his lips, silencing him. "Doctor, don't talk like that. We'll figure something out."
"But Amy, I don't know what's going on!" The Doctor cried. "I know everything. But I can't even work out what's overriding my TARDIS!"
Amy simply shushed him and took his face in between her hands. "Look, I know that something strange is happening. But we'll figure something out. We've still got each other."
The Doctor stared into her eyes for a long moment. "You're right," He whispered after a while. "I still have you." He leaned forward and kissed her, temporarily forgetting their situation by losing himself to Amy's kiss.
He pulled her onto his lap, needing to feel as much of her as possible. He could feel himself losing it, and he needed her to help him breathe again.
Amy was only too eager to help him, and she pressed her body against his. "It's okay Doctor," She murmured, breaking their kiss so they could both breathe. "Everything will work out."
The Doctor threw her a helpless glance before tangling his fingers in her hair and bringing her lips back to his.
"Well, it took you two lovebirds long enough to figure out that something was happening!" A loud, male voice suddenly boomed, causing the Doctor and Amy to break apart quickly. "Honestly, I was about to give up on you two. I thought couples were supposed to be honest with each other and tell each other everything. But not you two."
Amy climbed off of the Doctor's lap so they could both stand to confront the new addition to the TARDIS.
The man who had appeared before them was small, a couple of inches shorter than Amy, dressed in a similar manner to the Doctor. His expression was impossible to decipher, but his eyes danced with humour and playfulness.
"Who are you?" The Doctor demanded, gripping Amy's hand tightly. "And how did you get inside the TARDIS?"
The man acted like he hadn't heard him. "But then, you two aren't the average couple. After all, there is 886 years between you…talk about a story to tell your children!"
The Doctor gritted his teeth, and pushing Amy slightly behind him, he took a step towards him. "Who are you?" He demanded again.
This time the man replied. "Well, if you're the Time Lord, let's call me the 'Dream Lord'. I'm here to…well; let's just say I do what it says on the tin. I make you dream."
Amy and the Doctor shared anxious glances, before their eyes returned to the Dream Lord. He grinned wickedly at them before continuing. "Two worlds. One's reality, the other's fake. In both dreams, you face a deadly danger. If you die in the dream, you wake up in reality. Any questions?"
The Doctor was livid now. "Who do you think you—"
"Oooh, what's that I hear?" The Dream Lord asked, cupping his ear and looking around the TARDIS.
The loud tweeting from the cottage was back, and Amy and the Doctor found themselves feeling tired again. Holding onto each other, they both sank to the floor, their eyes closing at the same time.
"Sleep tight…or are you waking up?"
I stepped out of my house yesterday to go shopping when I saw a car drive past me, and I swear the Driver was the Dream Lord. I actually did a double-take. (That was a random A/N, but oh well!)
Please review; I'd love to hear your thoughts on what you believe the relationship between the Doctor and Amy will be in Series 6. Oh, and also some feedback about my chapter would be great ;D
If I get to 300 reviews, (fingers crossed), I'll upload the next chapter tomorrow, PROMISE :D
Hayley x