Sorry it took so long to get this chapter up, was having some site issues. :)
Also, wanted to let you guys know I made a Roselock video, not necessarily to go with this story, but if enough of you are interested I'll add a youtube url to the next chapter.
Amy lay on her beach towel soaking up the sun. A beach, a proper beach, with crashing waves, a warm breeze, and sun. She still wasn't happy about almost being killed by an exploding sun, but her raggedy man always came through in the end.
"He finally did it," Rory said.
"And you doubted him," Amy accused, without opening her eyes.
"Me?"
The roar of a crowd reached them.
"Must be a volleyball tournament or something."
Another crowd roar.
"Does that sound closer to you?" Rory asked.
"AMY! RORY!" Great! She rolled her eyes. What sort of mess had he gotten into this time? "Time to go Ponds!"
Amy sat up. The Doctor was running down the beach being chased by, not a crowd, but an entire army. Proper soldiers.
"Can't take him anywhere," Amy sighed, standing up and grabbing her towel.
"Nope," Rory agreed, jumping to his feet.
They raced to the TARDIS. Rory ran in first followed by Amy who held the door open until the Doctor dashed inside. She slammed it shut knowing there was no way the army would be able to get inside.
The Doctor was running around the control panel flipping levers. At least he'd given her an hour before they had to run for their lives.
"What'd you do this time?" she accused, walking over to the control panel.
"Me? Why do you always assume it was my fault?" The Doctor asked, all innocent like, as if that ever worked.
"Because it always is."
"Not always."
"Fine. What happened?"
"I might've…accidentally…" The last bit was mumbled under his breath.
"Might've accidentally what?" she asked, stepping closer.
Another mumble.
"Doctor!"
"Gotten married."
"Again?" Rory asked.
"It was an accident," the Doctor protested.
"What does that make…3 wives now? Unless we count Marilyn Monroe," Amy asked, unable to hide the smile any longer.
"That was an accident too."
"Hang on," Rory interrupted. "Marilyn Monroe married…you?"
"What do you mean by that?" The Doctor asked. "Just look at me."
He straightened his bowtie, making Amy laugh.
"I mean…YOU?" Rory repeated.
"Yes me. Well, a previous version of me, but it was still me."
"You still married them," Amy said.
"Accidents don't count," he insisted, flipping a lever.
"How, exactly, do you accidentally get married?" Rory inquired.
"I seem to remember a certain ginger who accidentally married another man on her wedding anniversary."
He had to go and bring that up. She shot him a glare.
"That's right. I forgot about that," Rory said.
"Oh, shut up, the both of you," Amy snapped, folding her arms.
"Where to next birthday girl?" the Doctor asked.
She wanted to stay mad at him. She really did, but he was giving her that look the one that made her feel like she was the most special person in the entire universe. She smiled, dropping her arms.
"Somewhere fun," she announced.
"Fun?" Rory asked in his we're going to be running for our lives again, aren't we voice.
"Somewhere fun," the Doctor repeated as he flipped a lever.
A moment later the time rotor began to move and she had to grab onto the control panel to keep from falling.
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