A/N - Thank you to 11Dr. Luv, MayFairy, ameliority, and m for reviwing!
I was going to post this later, but I had to tell you guys...WHAT YOU VOTED FOR IS UP. Well, half of it is up, but still. Go read it! It's called Spell, because I'm not creative.
Disclaimer - I don't own Doctor Who.
"Ha, I'm winning!"
"Oh, you're winning? I don't think so!" The Doctor grabbed Emma's wrist to keep her from moving it, laughing in triumph when the virtual tennis ball flew right over her character's head. "It's thirty-thirty now! You can't beat me!" He stuck his tongue out at her and made the mistake of letting go of her arm.
"You're such a cheater!" She wacked him over the head with the foam tennis racquet.
He rubbed his head, glaring at her. "That was-"
"Forty-thirty!"
"Oh, dear." He snickered. "By hitting me on the head, you served the ball and it's out of bounds!"
"What? That is so not fair! I'm taking you down, Alien Boy!" She served the ball and they attempted to shove each other as their characters continually hit the ball back and forth. After nearly a minute of that, Emma finally messed up and her Mii hit the ball into the audience. "NO!"
"Back team wins!"
"In your face!" As the cheerful music played, the Doctor started to dance around her. "I told you that you can't beat me! I always win at tennis." Laughing at her furious glare, he didn't notice her thumb pressing down on the power button of her remote until the music abruptly stopped. He spun around to face the television. "You turned it off! Before I could even see my victory!" He turned back to her with his eyes narrowed, arms crossed over his chest. "You're going to pay for that." He reached out to grab her and she shrieked, hopping right over the coffee table. "Get back here! I'm just going to throw you outside and lock you out there!"
"It's freezing out!"
"Not my problem!"
Someone cleared their throat. They both froze, turning to see Amy and Rory standing in the doorway. "Do you two have any idea what time it is?" The latter asked. He didn't even give them a chance to answer. "It is the middle of the night, and you're yelling and running around. Go to bed."
"But-"
"Bed."
"Amy," Emma huffed. "tell him he's not being fair."
"I agree with him. You two should have been in bed hours ago, but instead you're playing games."
"But tomorrow's Saturday!" The Doctor stomped his foot, earning a harsh look from the two that were reprimanding them. "It's not like we need to be up early for anything! Can't we stay up for five more minutes?"
Emma nodded and gave them puppy eyes. "Please?"
"No." Rory held firm, taking a step forward and pointing at the Doctor. "If you don't get in bed within the next minute, I'll lock away your TARDIS and make you stay in linear time for another week." Satisfied by his horrified look, he turned to Emma. "And during that week, you will have to sit my friend's pet tarantula." She gasped. "Good. Now, go."
"God, you both suck!" She grabbed the Doctor's wrist and dragged him out of the room. "Come on, Doctor, let's go to bed." She scowled at Amy and Rory as they passed them. "Let's wreck the room."
"Oh!" Rory popped his head out of the room. "You do that and no more sleepovers! One of you can sleep here, and the other can sleep in a hotel. Is that understood?" They both mumbled something about hating him and he ducked back into the room, shaking his head at Amy. "They'll understand when they're married with kids and have to deal with this."
"You think they'll get married?" She stifled a yawn.
"It's quite obvious, isn't it? I mean, they kiss when they think we're not looking, and the way they act around each other...it's inevitable."
"Oi."
"What?"
"The thought of those two with children. Kids with kids." She looked at him with wide eyes. "Lord, they're going to lend the little devils to us when any minor problem happens, aren't they?"
A/N - Wow, I'm sorry. I just needed Emma and the Doctor playing Wii and acting like children, with Amy and Rory playing the parts of the parents.