Title: Here Comes the Tide
Characters: Amy, Eleven
Wordcount: 354
Rating: K+
Warnings: Spoilers for 5x02.
Disclaimer: I don't own Doctor Who.

Amy stared up at the magnificent sky. Dusk was approaching and every conceivable nuance of every pastel undulated up there, swirling with sheens of mother-of-pearl, all seemingly in step with the lapping of the waves somewhere to her left. "The sky is beautiful," she said. "I bet the sunset is something remarkable."

"Oh, that is very funny," the Doctor answered, somewhat muffled.

"It's your own fault. You shouldn't have laughed."

"Throwing us into a hole on the beach for not doing cartwheels to greet the Queen sounds like a joke." He spoke with difficulty, but he had assured Amy he was all right, and she would cling to that.

"And yet here we are," she said lightly. She tried to move her hands and feet again; and again she accomplished absolutely nothing. The wet sand was as hard as cement, and she was hopelessly spread-eagled in a hole as deep as she was tall.

"Amy, I can't talk to you anymore. I had to stop breathing. Please, be quiet and let me think."

Stop breathing? she thought, alarmed, but swallowed the question. He'd had to laugh. The Doctor, always the instigator, had laughed and slapped the Ambassador on the back – and about two minutes later been pushed face-first into the hole. "Fine", she said. "I'll look at the sky." It was either looking at it or closing her eyes. At least it wasn't raining.

She watched the sky grow darker and darker, more lilac and bluish. She grew thirsty and hungry, stiff and sore, but she kept her complaints to herself. The silence was oddly comfortable considering their predicament.

Just as the sky hit a particularly gorgeous shade of purple, one that seemed to resonate in Amy like a vibrating string, the gentle lapping of the waves rose with impressive speed to a roaring force of nature, a sound not unlike the one she'd heard in the mouth of the star whale.

The very beach seemed to tremble; rivulets of sand slithered down the walls of the hole.

"Hope you're done thinking now, Doctor!" Amy shouted over the swelling noise, "Here comes the tide!"