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"Come on Claire, wear your hair down!" Amy whined after several attempts to get me to pull my mane out of its current bun.

"Ugh. How many times do I have to tell you, its too frizzy today and I want it out of my face." I groaned flopping onto my bed and hiding my face in one of the many pillows.

"But Amy wants to see Claire Bear's pretty hair." She cried nuzzling her face in my back.

I pushed her off with a laugh. "What on earth did you just call me?" I asked.

"Claire Bear. I kind of like that, actually. I think I'm going to call you that for now on."

I threw a pillow at her. "There is no way in hell you are calling me that! The Doctor will pick up on it immediately, then I'll never be rid of it."

"Exactly." She said with a devilish grin. A gasp escaped my lips as she whacked me with a pillow.

"What was that for?" I asked whacking her in return.

She erupted into a fit of giggles as the two of us repeatedly whacked one another with pillows. It didn't take very long for Rory to come barging in.

"What are you guys doing?" He asked. "I could hear you two from down the hall."

"I'm just trying to get Claire to wear her hair down." Amy pouted.

"Which is not going to happen." I said whacking her with a pillow.

"You know what, let's make a pact. I won't tell the Doctor your new nickname if you wear your hair down for the entire day."

"Oh that's blackmail!" I gasped.

"Doctor!" Amy hollered.

"Wait! I'm taking it down, I'm taking it down!" I hurriedly took my bun out letting my curly mane stick out every which way. "I look like Cousin It."

"No you don't." Amy protested as she parted my hair to the side in an attempt to calm it down a bit.

"I heard shouting. What happened?" The Doctor asked barging into the room screwdriver in hand.

"Nothing, just a little blackmail." I muttered.

He eyed us suspiciously before leaving the room. "Wait for it." Amy grinned just as the Doctor came running back in.

"Blackmail?" He asked looking between the two of us suspiciously. Immediately I pointed at Amy who shook her head vigorously.

"Just ignore them Doctor, they're fighting over whether Claire should wear her hair down or not." Rory informed him with a roll of his eyes.

"BETRAYAL!" Amy shouted as the two of us chucked pillows at him.

He immediately held his arms up in defense before running out of the room for cover. "Wimp!" Amy called after him with a laugh.

"Oh Amy, that wasn't very nice. He's your husband." I said feeling bad for Rory.

"He'll get over it." She then turned her attention to the Doctor an evil smirk crossing her features.

The Doctor gulped as he slowly started backing towards the exit. "I'm going to leave now." He stated pointing towards the exit. Amy then chucked a pillow at him, which he swiftly dodged. "By the way, I like your hair, Claire." He said just as another pillow came flying his way. Luckily, he moved out of the room just in time, leaving completely unharmed.

"Well at least you know a certain someone likes your hair." Amy teased.

I felt my face heat up from embarrassment. "Shut up." I said whacking her with a pillow one final time.

"So are we headed back to the party then?" Amy asked leaning against the console as the Doctor plugged in a few coordinates.

"Yes, we'll go back." The Doctor grumbled as he flipped a couple of switches.

Rory came up behind Amy and wrapped his arms around her waist before pecking her lightly on the cheek. I smiled at the two of them. They were absolutely perfect together. Hopefully, I'll find love like that one day. I shook the sappy thought out of my head causing my curls to once again fall in my face. I let out a huff of annoyance.

Luckily, I was able to slip out of the control room unnoticed. I retrieved a headband from my bedroom and put it in place, a smile tugged at the corners of my lips. Technically it's still down. With that I bounced back to the control room only to come face to face with a grinning ginger.

"I knew you'd cave." She smirked.

"Hey, it's still down. I'm just keeping it out of my face." I protested.

"That wasn't in the rules." She giggled.

I looked from her to the Doctor. The Doctor had a look on his face indicating that he was trying to hold something in. I groaned inwardly. "Amy, you did not."

"Oh yes, I did."

The Doctor approached me with a smile. His lanky arm wrapped around my shoulders and pulled me in close. "Don't worry Claire Bear I won't use it often."

I glared at him before playfully nudging him in the ribs. "You better not."

He bopped me on the nose with his pointer finger before returning to the console. He fiddled with a few buttons and levers causing the TARDIS to take off to our next destination. Within the next couple of minutes the TARDIS had landed.

"Home sweet home." Amy cried opening the door and heading outside. The rest of us soon joined her only to stop dead in our tracks. "Um, Doctor? Where are we?"

The TARDIS had landed in the middle of a long hallway decorated with furniture from the early 1500s.

"I may have typed in the wrong date." The Doctor winced. At that moment, the sound of footsteps echoed down the hallway. The Doctor began ushering us back to the TARDIS, but she wouldn't let us back in. "No, no. Don't do that!" He cried resting his head against the door.

"Why won't she let us in?" Rory asked in a panic.

"I don't know!"

"Halt!" The four of us froze in place. "Turn." Not knowing what else to do we turned around to face a small group of palace guards.

"Ah yes, Hello. Sorry to pop in unexpectedly like this." The Doctor quickly flashed them his psychic paper. The head guard who had spoken quickly bowed to the Doctor.

"Sir, I'm sorry for not recognizing you. Please right this way. The king will meet with you shortly." The guard then turned around, the others following suite and headed down the hallway. Not having much of a choice, the four of us followed them.

"Doctor, where are we." I asked.

"Not entirely sure, but these guys seem to think that I'm of extremely high class so I guess we should be fine for the time being. As for who we're meeting, I've got a funny feeling…" The Doctor trailed off as we entered the throne room. Perched on the throne was no other than King Henry VII. The Doctor's eyes widened slightly before he leaned his head in close to mine. "We should probably find a way out soon."

I rolled my eyes at him. "You think."

Surprisingly, Kind Henry VII rose from his throne and made his way down the steps to greet us. He stopped in front of the Doctor and flashed him a sinister smile. "You've finally arrived. I've been waiting quite a few hours for you to return." He spoke with a slight hint of snobbery in his voice.

"Ah yes, I am truly sorry about that. Won't happen again." The Doctor apologized as he went along with whatever the king was saying.

Great he's just going along with everything. I've got a bad feeling about this.

"Shall we get on with the ceremony then?" The king asked looking between the four of us expectantly.

The Doctor nodded hesitantly. "We shall."

King Henry VII then made his way back up to his throne where he stood and looked down on the four of us. I couldn't help but feel intimidated by him. I nearly jumped out of my skin when an arm snaked around my waist. Turning my head to the side I came face to face with the Doctor.

"What's going on?" I asked watching the guards begin to usher a sudden crowd of people into the room.

"I don't know, some sort of a ceremony." The Doctor answered as he pulled me closer to him.

A light blush tinted my cheeks when I realized just how close he was holding me. My heart fluttered slightly as adrenaline pumped through my veins. Claire, get a hold of yourself; it's not like that. He's married remember?

I snapped out of my thoughts once the king began speaking. He drawled on using a lot of lengthy and old-fashioned words that I couldn't make out until he was then taken over by another man. The new speaker was clad in white robes with a golden cross embroidered on it.

"Doctor, I think it's a wedding." I whispered.

"Yes, it would appear so." He was looking around the room distractedly.

"What's the matter?"

"Have you seen Amy anywhere?" Rory asked suddenly looking around as well.

My eyes scanned the crowd for the red head. "Oh my god." I gasped spotting her at the front of the room with the king and the priest.

The Doctor and Rory followed my line of vision. "What is she doing? She can't marry the king! She's my wife!" Rory gasped.

The priest said something to Amy and she looked back at him in confusion before answering "Yes."

"I now pronounce you man and wife." The priest spoke joyously.

Amy gaped finally realizing what she had just done. Quickly she fled the stage and ran off into the hallway.

"Come on." The Doctor let go of my waist and grabbed my hand instead as the three of us raced after Amy.

The three of us met up with Amy in the hallway. We didn't even have time to question what happened because guards were quick on our tail. The Doctor immediately ushered us into a nearby bedroom.

"Gentlemen, open the doors." The king called from down the hall.

"I thought we were going home?" Amy hissed.

"Can't miss a good wedding. Under the bed, under the bed!" He whispered frantically.

I was crammed against the Doctor and Amy as we tried squishing together as much as possible so Rory could fit in as well. My heart beat rapidly against my chest as the sound of heavy footsteps made their way down the hall. The echoes from the boots grew closer and closer to the door.

"Shush!' The Doctor ordered holding a finger up to his lips.

"It wasn't my fault." Amy grumbled.

"It was totally your fault!" Rory protested.

"Somebody was talking, and I just said yes."

"To wedding vows! You just married Henry VII on our anniversary."

"Shush!" I hushed them just as the doors slammed open.

King Henry VII immediately strolled into the room. My heart beat wildly as my hands started to sweat. Please don't find us.

At that moment, the Doctor let out a sneeze. I felt my heart drop to the pit of my stomach as the King's feet stopped right in front of the bed.

"Sorry." The Doctor apologized.

My heart rate picked up to a million miles per minute as I held my breath. Adrenaline coursed rapidly through my veins as I thought of the worst. Slowly the king lifted the blankets hiding our cover. His cold eyes stared right through us before he stood up and dropped the blanket. He shuffled around the room a few more times before leaving the room. Once the door clicked shut I felt safe to breathe.

"He stared right at us!" Rory gasped. "How did he not notice us?"

The four of us scuffled out from under the bed. The Doctor helped me to my feet before looking under the bed again. "Must've been some sort of perception filter." He muttered. He pulled out his sonic and began scanning under the bed. "Yup, perception filter, but where did it come from is the question." He leapt to his feet suddenly and began scanning the room. "If I triple bypass the readings of the perception filter I may be able to figure out the source."

The Doctor slowly moved from our hiding spot under the bed to the side where we climbed out from. The low beeping of the sonic started to grow more and more high pitched as the Doctor pointed in my direction. I felt my eyes widen from shock as the Doctor stopped in front of me. His eyes were the size of flying saucers as his mouth hung slightly open. "It's coming from you."

I blinked my self back into reality and pointed disbelievingly at myself. "I don't even know what a perception filter is. Let alone know how to make one." I answered not truly believing I was the one who hid us.

The Doctor continued to stare me down before shaking it off. "We'll figure this out later, right now we need to get out before we're caught again."

Luckily, the four of us managed to make it back to the safety of the TARDIS without getting caught. The Ponds sat on the captain's chair waiting impatiently as the Doctor started setting up a few monitors.

"What exactly are you going to do?" I asked nervously as the Doctor rolled up my right sleeve.

"Don't worry, I'm just going to take a tiny sample of blood and run a few tests." He answered wiping my arm with antiseptic. He pulled out a needle and wiped it clean. I felt like I was going to be sick by the mere sight of it. The Doctor seemed to sense my discomfort. "Don't worry you won't feel a thing." He said before pricking me with it before I even had time to react.

"Ouch, way to warn me."

"Sorry, I lied." I glared at him as he bandaged up my arm and placed my blood sample on a small plate that popped out of the console.

He popped it back in and began furiously typing on the keyboard as the Gallifreyan language popped up on the screen. The Ponds rose to their feet and joined me as we watched the results for whatever tests the Doctor was running come up. The Doctor stopped running the tests and looked up at the screen. Disbelief flashed across his features.

"What's wrong?" I asked immediately.

The Doctor recovered quickly. "Nothing, you're perfectly normal. You just tend give off high amounts of energy that I still can't seem to place. I might have to run more tests later."

I narrowed my eyes at him. "You're hiding something."

The Doctor stared back at me a blank expression on his face. Our eyes searched each other for a few long seconds that seemed to last an eternity. The Doctor finally broke our gaze before plugging in the coordinates to the Pond's cottage back in England.