The Doctor wandered aimlessly through the corridors of the TARDIS for no apparent reason, gliding swiftly and carefully around, mapping out his complex and infinite machine. His mind was far too busy drifting at the thought of his dear Amelia Pond to be taking account of why or what he was doing. Oh, Amelia. That beautiful, strong woman with hair like red waterfalls of fire and skin as pale and sculpted as marble. It took him all of his willpower to stop himself from scooping her in his arms and kissing her pink, plump lips senseless. Willpower that he strongly mustered, day by day, without fail.

"Amelia Pond," he sighed, shaking his head. "Mad, impossible Amelia Pond."

After finding a door, he grasped the handle and twisted it carefully and quietly, a heavenly scent filling his nose. It was only after his eyes scanned the scene before him did he freeze, unable to move.

Amelia Pond.

In a bath.

Naked.

Thankfully or not, bubbles concealed her body parts, only small patches of skin visible, except for her arms. She gently scrubbed the soft skin of her forearm, humming a gentle tune.

"We said we'd walk to-ge-ether...baby, come what may..." She sang quietly to herself, her voice soft and smooth and beautiful. "That come the twi-li-ight, should we lose our way..."

The Doctor smiled to himself at her gorgeous singing.

"If as we're walking...a hand should slip free..."

A loose piece of hair fell from her high, messy bun, the ginger strands falling in front of her left ear.

"I'll wait for you... And should I fall behind, wait for me..."

After that, he was planning to leave. As he began to close the door, it creaked, alerting his companion.

"Doctor, is that you?" She called out. "Hello?"

His cheeks turned a bright red, and before she could say any more, he scurried away, down the corridor.

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Amy swore she saw the door move. She dismissed it and carried on washing herself, soap suds forming on her pale, porcelain skin. She began to hum a song she had loved and sang since she was a little girl, 'If I Should Fall Behind' by Bruce Springsteen. That reminded her, she would have to ask the Doctor to take her to see him one day.

Gently, her hums grew into delicate words, and those delicate words evolved to gentle singing. A small, undetectable smile gradually formed on her lips as she thought of the man she was singing about.

The Doctor.

He was so beautiful, in every single aspect. Not just his face, but his hearts and soul. His nature. His kindness. His wisdom. His body wasn't so bad, either. Everything about that fantastic man amazed her.

Was she in love with him?

She quickly dismissed the thought and continued her ministrations, washing gently as her voice sang the last line.

A small sigh of content escaped her pink lips, the room fell into complete silence.

Creaaaakkk. Amy jumped slightly as she heard the loud noise, coming from the door.

"Doctor, is that you?" She called out, waiting for a few seconds for a reply. "Hello?"

No answer. Just faint, rushed footsteps.

A little smirk formed on her lips, she stood up in the bath and wrapped a small, white towel around her.

This was going to be fun.

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Short minutes later, Amy found her bedroom, with crimson walls and a dark brown carpet. The one she had before she was moved to the room for her and Ror- no, forget him. He wasn't important at that time. The important thing was, in Amy's opinion, what outfit to wear.

A wave of nostalgia coursed through her as her bare feet walked on the soft carpet. Last time she had set foot in this room was when she and the Doctor had kissed.

She made her way over to the dark coloured dresser, pulling out a pair of knickers, bra and socks. Once she had done that, her skinny, outstretched arms began rooting through the wardrobe, hunting down the perfect outfit.

Finally, she had managed to put together something decent. An over-sized, grey jumper with long sleeves, a pair of black skinny jeans, a black pair of converse, and to complete her look, a black scarf. She removed her towel that concealed her body and dressed herself, before pulling her hair into a messy, high bun again and quickly applying a minimal amount of makeup. Now, she was ready.

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"You ready yet, Pond?" The Doctor called out to his companion, circling around the console slowly with his hands behind his back.

"I'll be there in just a minute," a Scottish voice called out. "Just finishing my makeup."

He chuckled to himself. "I'm sure you beautiful, Pond, with or without your face caked in cosmetics."

"Oh, shut up, will you?" She giggled back, emerging from a hallway. "Anyway, I'm ready now." Her cheeks had gone a slight pink as a result in the Doctor calling her beautiful. Whether he meant it or not, it still made her glow.

Speaking metaphorically, his jaw dropped when he saw her. She looked, in his opinion, absolutely gorgeous. She was wearing barely any makeup, her hair wasn't perfect and neat, nor were her clothes the right size, far too big for her slender figure. And it just made her look so perfect. So beautiful. So ... Amelia. He just couldn't stop staring, mouth slightly parted into an adoring smile.

"I know, it's a bit messy and it looks like I just rolled out of bed, but-"

"You look beautiful, Amy." He interrupted, fixated on her. "Absolutely beautiful."

She smiled shyly and looked down at the metal floor of the TARDIS. "Don't be daft."

Maybe I'm not being daft, he thought. Maybe I'm just realising how in love I am.

"I'm not being daft. When do I ever act daft, Miss Pond?"

She pretend to think for a moment, pursing her lips to the side and looking up, her right eye crinkling. "Would you like me to answer chronologically or alphabetically?" She teased.

"Oi!" He pretend to be offended, but he grinned. "I'm not daft! I am the total opposite of daft, the antonym of daft ... If there was a prize for un-daftness, I'd win." He clarified childishly. "Anyway, let's get back to the point ..."

Amy approached him as he began to ramble, standing by his side.

Where she was always meant to be.

"An adventure, Amelia. What do you say? Shall we venture off into places you've never even dreamed of going?"

Her mind was set on one answer. They exchange smirks and the Doctor knew, he pressed buttons, pulled levers and twisted handles and the TARDIS made its whooshing noise.

"Off we go, then."

(YAY! A chapter! *gasp*.

Where will the Doctor and Amy be venturing to? Hmmm ...

Anyway, it's the 28th of November, and you know what day that is!

*drumroll*

KAREN GILLAN'S BIRTHDAY!!

Happy 28th Birthday to Karen!

Also Happy 14th Birthday to one of my best friends Achsah!!

God I'm praying for a MattXKaren/Smillan reunion to happen soon. I want it.

I NEED IT.

Please try and enjoy this chapter. I try to write well, but I can't.

Oops)