A/N: Love how excited you guys are getting over the proposal. Be patient, it will happen…soon :D And not in the way you think it will! ;)

And because I can write this…. AAAAAAAAAAAAH over the first episode of Series 6! I won't write anything about it here, because some of you may not have seen it yet, but all I'm going to say is…Amy/Doctor moments = love. That is all.

River/Doctor flirtation…not so much. Bleurgh.

Amy's first instinct was to run, and she began to back away from the tentacle. The Doctor however, edged closer to it.

"What the hell are you doing?" Amy barked, grabbing his arm and attempting to yank him backwards.

"It could need our help!" The Doctor replied, aiming his screwdriver at the tentacle as it moved towards them.

"Doctor, there's a reason why the townsfolk are hiding away and you're staring right at it!" Amy cried back. "We should get out of here!"

The Doctor shrugged out of her grip and took a few steps forward. "Amy, don't be ridiculous. This alien is completely harmless and I think–"

Suddenly there was another loud roar, and the tentacle rose up in the air, hovering over them.

"—We should run!" The Doctor yelled, grabbing Amy's hand and running away from the tentacle.

"You think?" Amy retorted, glancing behind as they ran.

The tentacle was advancing on them faster now, and the Doctor knew that it was only a matter of minutes before it grabbed them.

"We need to find somewhere to hide!" He called to Amy over the wind, and she nodded.

"Over there!" She called back, pointing ahead at an old building in front of them. The door was barricaded with thick wood, but there was a wooden hatch to the side of it, which would allow them to duck underground.

"My sonic doesn't work on wood!" The Doctor hissed as they stopped in front of it.

"For Goodness sake! You don't need to use that bloody screwdriver for everything!" Amy cried, before kicking the hatch door in.

The Doctor barely had time to judge the distance to the floor below before Amy pushed him down the open hatch.

He landed with a thump on a cold stone floor, and Amy fell directly on top of him, using him to cushion her fall.

"Blimey Pond, a warning next time would be nice." The Doctor groaned as Amy climbed to her feet. "It's not everyday you push me down a hole. We could have died!"

"I'd rather fall to my death than be eaten by an alien, thank you very much!" Amy snapped, moving away from the open hatch. "You shouldn't complain, at least we're safe now."

They heard another roar above them, and they both froze. "Or not." The Doctor whispered, scrambling to his feet.

"Can it get us from down here?" Amy asked softly, feeling the Doctor take her hand.

"I don't think so. But just in case, we better move away from the hatch." He led them over to one of the stonewalls, feeling the way as he went. The room they were in was darker than the outside.

He slid down to the ground slowly, and Amy sank down next to him, leaning against the wall. The only warmth they had was the heat from the other's hands, and both of them began to shiver in their wet clothes.

"Where do you think we are?" Amy whispered, snuggling into the Doctor's side.

The Doctor wrapped his other arm around her shoulders, embracing in the warmth from her body heat. "Judging by the smell of damp, I'd say that we're in a cellar." He replied quietly.

Amy chuckled. "Hmm. Could be worse. We could be in a Star Whale's mouth."

The Doctor smiled as he recalled that memory. "That was a fun trip. Still wish we'd seen the stomach though."

Amy acted as if she hadn't heard him. "And this place is sort of cosy…" She trailed off to press her lips to his jaw.

The Doctor immediately caught on to what she was implying. "Amy…" He sighed, his arm falling from around her shoulders. "I think you have a one-track mind."

"Hey, I can't help it! I'm freezing!" She replied, latching onto him, refusing to let him put some distance between them.

"Exactly! So you should be too cold to—"

"Who's there?" A man's voice boomed, and the Doctor and Amy immediately leapt to their feet.

The Doctor withdrew his sonic screwdriver and pointed it in the direction of the man's voice, illuminating the cellar with soft, green light.

The light allowed them to see a tall, elderly man standing at the top of a flight of stairs, carrying a rifle. Unfortunately, his weapon was aimed at Amy and the Doctor.

"Put that light out! Do you want the alien to grab ya?" The man hissed, cocking his gun. "Get up here now!"

The Doctor glanced at Amy, whom had her hands raised in the air, and he quickly mimicked her, turning the screwdriver off in the process.

Slowly, they advanced up the rickety stairs onto the first floor of the building, a building that looked like an old-fashioned hotel.

Once Amy and the Doctor were out of the cellar, the man slammed the door shut behind them. "What business do you have sneaking into my cellar like that?" The man hissed, still aiming his rifle at them.

Amy was too stunned to answer. Being held at gunpoint by a human was astonishing for her, she was too used to being held hostage by aliens.

Seeing that Amy wasn't going to speak, the Doctor spoke up. "I'll tell you if you stop pointing that gun at us." He told him, staring the man down defiantly.

The man let out a cackle. "What do you think I am? Stupid?"

"Very. If you don't want to get me angry, then don't point a gun at me." The Doctor hissed, grabbing the rifle with his hands.

"If you don't let go, I'll shoot." The man snarled, his finger hovering over the trigger.

"Doctor, don't!" Amy cried, fisting her hands in the back of his tweed jacket. "Just let go!"

"Thomas, what's going on?"

All three of them turned to the right to see a woman, about the same age as the man, walking towards them. "You're being too loud." She continued. "We have to be quiet to stay alive, you know that."

"Sorry Charlotte. We have intruders." Thomas replied, turning back to face the Doctor again. "They were trying to hide in the cellar."

"Oh, you poor things!" Charlotte cried, reaching them at last. "Are you both okay? Did the sea monster get you?"

The Doctor removed his hold on the rifle, and Amy relaxed. "We're fine. Nearly got us, but we managed to break into here. Sorry about that, by the way." She said hastily, giving Charlotte a sheepish smile.

"That's okay dear, I understand. Do you need somewhere to stay the night?" Charlotte asked. "We're more than happy to accommodate you. This building is a hotel…not that we get any vacancies anymore. Who would, with a sea monster kidnapping tourists and locals?"

"Thank you, that's really kind of you." Amy said warmly, smiling.

"Wait just a minute! We don't even know who you are! You're not even from around here!" Thomas hissed, still pointing his gun at the Doctor.

"I'm Amy. This is the Doctor." Amy said, introducing them. "The Doctor has my credentials."

She waited for the Doctor to show them his psychic paper, a clever device that would make Charlotte and Thomas believe what Amy wanted them to, but the Doctor didn't seem to be paying any attention.

Amy snapped her fingers in front of his face. "Oi!"

"Oh, you mean me?" The Doctor asked, reaching into his pocket and taking out his psychic paper.

He showed it to Charlotte and Thomas, who both looked surprised. "Wow, I'm so sorry your highness!" Thomas exclaimed, sinking into a bow at Amy's feet. "I didn't mean to threaten you earlier…I had no idea!"

"Your highness?" The Doctor echoed, eyeing Amy warily. "Really?"

Amy responded with a sharp jab in the ribs.

"I'll take you to your room at once, your majesty." Charlotte told her, beaming. "Are you two married?"

Amy's thoughts briefly turned to the engagement ring that she knew resided in the Doctor's pocket, and before she could say yes, the Doctor blurted out, "No! No! Most definitely not!"

"Very well. We'll give you separate rooms." Charlotte replied, walking down the corridor. Thomas fell into step beside her, leaving Amy and the Doctor some time to talk privately.

"So you're the queen of planet Earth?" The Doctor whispered, smiling slightly.

"You bet your bowtie I am." Amy said smugly.

"Who am I then?" The Doctor wondered.

"My servant, of course."

The Doctor felt disappointed at that. "Why aren't I your King?"

Amy looked at him strangely. "Because you said we weren't married, remember?

Not for long. The Doctor thought, his smile widening.

Unfortunately for him, Amy was too perceptive. "What's that smile for?" She asked him curiously, though she had a vague idea about what he was thinking about.

The Doctor quickly straightened his face. "Nothing, just a passing thought. It's gone now, flown away. Can't remember it now. Next question."

"Okay then. Why did you say we weren't married? Now we have to sleep in separate rooms!"

"Hey, you're the one who made me your servant. If I was your King, they would have put us together. Anyway, we can still talk to each other, I brought these with me." The Doctor reached into his pocket and withdrew two earpieces. "Just make sure you keep them out of sight of Thomas and Charlotte."

"Because they'll get a shock if they saw them?" Amy guessed, taking one of the earpieces from the Doctor.

"No, I just don't want them to know that we're in contact with each other. I don't trust them."

"You're joking, right?" Amy snorted, shaking her head in disbelief. "They're nice! Well, Charlotte is, she let us stay here for the night."

"After we broke into her cellar. A bit strange, don't you think? She almost seemed too eager to help us." The Doctor whispered, turning his gaze to Thomas and Charlotte, who were luckily out of earshot.

"You really are a madman if you think she wants to hurt us."

The Doctor shrugged. "We'll see. Just keep an eye out, okay?"

"Sure." Amy replied, struggling to hide her grin. "I'll sleep with one eye open, just in case she decides to hit me with her walking stick."

"Joke if you want to, but just be cautious, okay?"

The Doctor's anxious tone caused Amy to sober up. "Okay." She said seriously. "I'll be careful."

~I~

After placing the Doctor and Amy in separate bedrooms and warning them not to use any lights, Thomas and Charlotte departed upstairs, leaving them both alone on the first floor. The Doctor's bedroom was on the other side of the floor, something that worried him slightly. He didn't like distance between him and Amy.

Amy however was more concerned about the state of the room. "I'm disappointed by my room. I expected some freebies at least, maybe a chocolate or a mint on my pillow. Instead I get dirty stained sheets." She complained through the earpiece. "Lovely."

"You complain about the most menial of things." The Doctor sighed, lying down on his bed.

"I'm the bloody queen. I deserve a five star room." Amy told him. "Although, we are staying here for free and we did lie to them about who we are, so I guess I shouldn't complain."

"No, you shouldn't. Now get some sleep."

The Doctor could almost picture Amy's pout. "I don't want to." She replied stubbornly. "I have nothing to change into! How am I supposed to sleep in wet clothes?"

Her reply made the Doctor sit upright in the bed. "Amy, didn't Charlotte give you some nightclothes?" He asked her, worried.

"No, did she give you some?"

"Yes. Something isn't right here." He stated, standing up. "I'm coming over."

Amy laughed at his anxious tone. "Doctor, it's fine. I'll just—oh wait, someone's knocking on my door. I'll bet you anything its Charlotte with the clothes."

Knowing that voicing his concern was useless, as Amy wouldn't listen, the Doctor stayed silent, allowing him to listen to their conversation.

"Amy dear, I forgot to give you some clothes to change into." He heard Charlotte say. "Here, I got you a bundle to choose from."

Amy's voice was a lot clearer through the speaker. "Thank you Charlotte, that's very kind of you."

"You're welcome. Is there anything else I can do for you?"

"I don't think so." The Doctor heard the door begin to close. "Thanks again!"

"Goodnight, your majesty."

The door shut then, and he heard Amy laugh. "See! I told you. Nothing to worry about."

"Fine, maybe my instinct was wrong this time." The Doctor admitted begrudgingly, returning to his bed.

"I love it when you're proved wrong." Amy said smugly, and the Doctor could hear her rummaging through the pile of clothes. "It just proves that—oh, what's this?"

The Doctor frowned. "What?"

Amy's next words struck fear into both of the Doctor's hearts. "Charlotte put a lantern in the middle of the bundle."

"Is it lit?" The Doctor asked anxiously. "Put it out!"

"I already have." Amy told him; oblivious to the danger she was in.

"Amy, I need you to be very quiet." The Doctor whispered, and he heard Amy stop looking through the clothes. "Don't move, and don't say anything."

Amy gasped quietly, and the Doctor padded over to his bedroom door. "Charlotte put that lantern there for a reason." He told her softly, opening the door. "I told you that something wasn't right."

"But—"

"Ssssh!"

Shutting the door behind him, he began to make his way down the corridor. "I'm coming over. Don't make a—"

Suddenly, he heard her bedroom window shatter. "Doctor, the monster's outside!" Amy cried.

"Get out of there!" He yelled, sprinting now. "Now!"

He heard her race to her bedroom door and attempt to open the door. "She's locked me in!" She shrieked, rattling the doorknob.

Turning the corner, the Doctor saw her bedroom door, and he began to race towards it. "Get out of the way of the door!" He roared, and Amy screamed.

"Doctor, it's in my room!"

Furious, the Doctor slammed his body into the locked bedroom door, causing it to fly open. The move sent him crashing him to the floor, and Amy quickly flew to his side.

Looking up, the Doctor saw the tentacle hovering in the air above them, and he leapt to his feet, pushing Amy behind him protectively.

"If we stay very still, it won't get us." The Doctor murmured out of the corner of his mouth to her. "Just edge back very slowly, and we should be—aaaah!"

The tentacle suddenly curled itself around the Doctor's leg and yanked him to the floor, and Amy screamed again as he was dragged towards the broken window.

The Doctor struggled uselessly in his restraints, cursing himself for leaving his screwdriver in his bedroom.

He didn't notice Amy snap into action, and she grabbed the wooden chair beside her bed.

She raised it high above her head and smashed it down on the tentacle with all of her strength, and the monster wailed in pain. It released the Doctor, and he scrambled to his feet.

"Go! Go! Go!" He yelled, pushing Amy out of the bedroom, though it was unnecessary, as the tentacle had already retreated from the bedroom.

Panting, the Doctor collapsed onto the floor in the corridor, and Amy sank down next to him. "You know Pond, I never give you enough credit." The Doctor gasped. "You just saved my life!"

"Well, you saved mine too, so we're even." Amy sighed, leaning against him. "What are we going to do now? Is it safe to still be here?"

"Maybe not up here, but we'll be safe in the cellar." The Doctor replied quietly. "I conducted a degree analysis – if we sleep approximately at a thirty-seven degree angle at a perp—"

"Okay!" Amy interrupted, rolling her eyes. "Don't need to know the science gibberish. Are we going to confront Thomas and Charlotte first?"

A twisted smile appeared on the Doctor's face. "No. I want them to think we've been taken, before we confront them. Makes things a lot more amusing that way."

Amy gave him a strange look. "That's a bit devious of you, isn't it?"

"Charlotte just tried to get you kidnapped Amy. I can't forgive her for that." The Doctor replied coldly. "Therefore I will take great pleasure in frightening them tomorrow morning, okay?"

For fear of the Doctor turning his anger on her, Amy agreed quickly. After gathering their clothes, they crept back downstairs to the cellar.

The Doctor managed to shut the hatch; while Amy created a bed on the stone floor with the blankets they'd taken from their rooms.

The Doctor admired her handiwork, before curling up in the bed, gesturing for Amy to join him.

"You know, we could continue our conversation from earlier." She remarked as she slid in beside him. "About certain activities that keep you warm."

The Doctor chuckled and lifted his arm up so that she could snuggle into his side. "Oh, like counting sheep? I've heard that's a fun activity. Helps you sleep too."

Amy pouted as she rested her head on the Doctor's chest. "You're no fun."

"Yes I am, and you know it." The Doctor grinned, tracing random patterns on her hip. "I just don't want to wake Thomas and Charlotte up. You're very loud Amy."

He could almost feel the heat of Amy's blush as she raised her head to bury her face against his neck. "I have no idea what you're talking about." She mumbled.

"Of course you don't. Now get some sleep. We have some investigating to do tomorrow."

"Oh good." Amy sighed, closing her eyes. "As long as it doesn't involve us being eaten by that alien."

"I can't make any promises." The Doctor said softly, but Amy had already fallen asleep.

This chapter did contain some suggestive content, but hey, it's a T-Rated fic. Haha. And after the, 'I'm quite the screamer' line in Doctor Who from River, I think what I wrote was pretty mild, haha!

*Cringes over the River/Doctor relationship*

Anyhow, you know the drill! Every review gets a preview :)

Ooh, that rhymed…sort of. Go me!

Hayley x

p.s Thank you to Jamie5 and DaWhoGirl for your sweet reviews! :D