A/N: Thank you for reading the last chapter! I hope you enjoy this chapter.


Amy sat in her room that the Doctor had shown her, sitting on the soft duvet cross legged. There was a soft knock on the door and she looked up.

"Can I come in?" she nodded in answer and the Doctor came to sit next to her. She didn't move or flinch or make any sort of reaction when he laid his hand on her leg. "I'm sorry about earlier. I didn't mean to shout."

"But you did," Amy replied, looking up at him. "Some things just can't be taken back like that."

"I know," he moved his hand away, "but I can at least try, right?"

He grinned, some of the Doctor she knew returning. His smile was infectious, and the corners of her mouth couldn't help but tilt upwards.

"Do you want to see something?" he asked mysteriously and she eyed him warily.

"What's something?" she questioned him, and he grinned widely.

"Come and see," the Doctor replied and she rolled her eyes. Standing up, he proffered her a hand. Amy took it, slightly reluctantly, but soon found herself being dragged behind the Doctor. He turned around. "Close your eyes."

"Why should I?" she asked suspiciously and he grinned.

"Just do it," he replied. With a sigh, she shut her eyes and he instantly put his left hand over them too.

"No peeking," he whispered, and she shivered as his warm breath tickled her ear. She tried to keep her breathing regular as he rested his right hand on her waist as he led her forward. Somewhere in front of her, she heard a door open. The Doctor led her forward and she felt him move behind her. Suddenly he removed his hand.

"Oh my," she breathed, looking around her in awe. "This all fits in your little box?"

The Doctor grinned and ran and jumped up onto a bench around a mahogany table.

"Welcome to My Library!" he exclaimed, grinning like a maniac. Amy moved forward slowly, looking around her, trying to take everything in. There were bookshelves and bookshelves and bookshelves of books, reaching so high to an impossibly high ceiling. The Doctor caught her by her waist and swung her up onto the table – she yelped in surprise – before climbing up next to her. She whooped in delight.

"There is a library… in your spaceship!" Amy grinned from ear to ear, all angst of earlier forgotten. For the moment. "You weren't lying fourteen years ago! Wait, where's the swimming pool?"

"Well, that's somewhere else," he replied, swinging her round. Her feet touched the table again and she threw her arms around him to steady herself.

"I thought you said the swimming pool was in the library?" she asked, tilting her head. Their faces were so close that if she moved forward even one centimetre, their lips would touch.

It was exhilarating.

And yet it made her feel so guilty.

"Well," the Doctor continued, not noticing her inner conflict, "because the TARDIS was on its side, the water from the swimming pool ended up in My Library."

"Did the book get damaged?" Amy asked but he shook his head.

"Everything was still cooking, just like me," he replied. "They dried out."

Amy jumped off the table, landing in a crouch that would probably have split most other miniskirts. But, somehow, this one survived. She bounced up and headed over to look at the books.

"So, what have you got in here? Manuals? Encyclopaedias?" Amy turned and grinned at the Doctor but she found herself facing empty space. "Doctor?"

She spun around and came face to face with him. "Don't wander off, we don't want to get separated and you don't want to get lost," he said, at his usual high-speed way of talking. He grabbed her hand and pulled her along.

"I've got fiction, fact, hardcovers, paperbacks, comics – originals too –, diaries (some very famous ones), annuals, scripts, original manuscripts, ancient scrolls, foreign phrase books, adventure books, comedies, plays: including Shakespeare," he listed the types of books, pointing a few out as he went along. Amy stopped and pulled him back.

"No way," she exclaimed, looking up at one book, "the original of Alice in Wonderland?"

He chuckled and picked it off the shelf. "As good as new," he handed it to her with a bow, "for you, ma'am."

"Wow," she breathed, turning the pages carefully.

"You like fairytales, don't you?" he noted. Amy nodded, although she wasn't paying much attention to him anymore.

"I'm in one," she answered after a while, and handed the book back.

"Keep it!" he exclaimed, grinning.

"Oh no, I really couldn't," she pushed the book into his hands and he shrugged, looking slightly sad. "It's just I'd be scared to ruin it or lose it! Anyway, I can't always come in here to look at them, can't I?"

His grin returned. "I suppose you can."

Amy spun around and clapped her hands excitedly.

"So, where this swimming pool I've heard about then?"

He put his arm around her shoulders.

"Got a bikini with you, Pond?" he asked, grinning.

"I'm sure there's one here somewhere," Amy smirked as they exited the Library. The Doctor pulled her along excitedly and dragged her up the mysterious stairs that she had noticed earlier. They reached the top and she stopped.

He looked at her. "What?"

"I thought you were joking!" she exclaimed, staring at the blue waters below.

"Me? No," he grinned and grabbed her waist. "GERONIMO!"

"AGH!" Amy screamed as he jumped and they hit the water with an enormous splash.

She sunk under, the water covering her head and getting in her mouth, nose and ears. The water stung her eyes and her hair billowed out in the water. In front of her she could see the Doctor, still grinning at her madly. His arms were still around her and their faces were so close that the bubbles as they both breathed out went together.

The Doctor's feet reached the bottom of the pool first, and he pushed them back up towards the surface.

As her head broke the surface she drew in a large breath and used a hand to remove some of the water from her face.

"You!" she exclaimed, glaring at him. "I only just put these on!"

"Oh, there's more where that came from," he grinned and then smirked, raising his eyebrows.

"What?" she narrowed her eyes and followed his gaze towards her top. "Oh, crap."

The white camisole that she had put on earlier had turned translucent in the water, sticking tightly to her body and revealing the underwear underneath.

"Black lace," the Doctor said, "you bad girl, Amy."

Amy moved closer to the Doctor, ignoring the voice of her conscience in the back of her mind. You're getting married. You're getting married to Rory. You are cheating on Rory. The Doctor ran his hand through his hair and she chuckled as it stood up on end.

"I can't," Amy whispered, "I can't…"

Her voice trailed off as she unconsciously moved closer to the Doctor. She was close enough to feel his breath on her face. He stared at her and it seemed as if his eyes could see right into her soul. She felt transparent to him.

She tilted her head and moved towards him. Their lips met and this time she didn't pull away.

Amy knew that she would also feel guilty about kissing the Doctor.

She would regret betraying Rory forever.

But she would never, ever forget it.


A/N: Feedback is appreciated! Thanks, and I hope you enjoyed reading!