A/N: Wow. First of all, I am so so sorry. I left you guys for SO LONG. Life has been so hectic lately, with my brother and then starting counselling and my family and other WIPs and blargh.

I wasn't going to update this until I finished Everything Is Ending (Now I shall shamelessly plug my own story and push any River/Eleven shippers who like a bit of angsty fluff in the direction of EIE) but I miss y'all. Now I'm back, I have many people to thank...

Thanks to TimeyWimeyNerd for being a fantastic beta and awesome person. I. LOVE. YOU.

Thanks to everyone who's been here from the beginning, the 'regulars' ;). You know who you are: Sophia Angelia, cmartlover, Antasia Dove, DoCtOrWhOlUvEr11... all of you who remember when I used to update daily...

Thanks to myheadwontcomedownfromtheclo ud for the 100th review!

And finally, thanks to everyone who has read, followed, favourited, reviewed, everything. You are seriously wonderful (and a bit crazy for liking my little old story).

Oh, and in terms of the Ponds, imagine these are all set pre-TATM. Perhaps after Christmas, I'll do a couple with the new companion, but for now, nothing is changing. No I'm not in denial why would you think that I'm fine totally over it and - anyway...

This is a prompt from Sophia Angelia, who said 'Rollerskating, the Doctor falls on his face while showing off to the Ponds (who don't know how to skate).'

I used to go to rollerskating classes, and I actually got kinda good... I wonder if I've still got it...

I don't own Doctor Who, don't sue, etc.

Please continue to prompt now I have returned!:)

"We're on Earth, again?" Amy asked, stepping out of the TARDIS. They hadn't been to a 'proper planet' in ages, and she was starting to get bored.

The Doctor followed her out. "Yep! Fantastic, isn't it? We've been doing an awful lot of saving the world lately, so I thought we should relax a bit."

"Relax how? I seriously hope we're not getting massages again, because last time that poor girl had a panic attack when she felt your heartbeats," she remembered.

"No. This is way better, you're going to love it!" he grinned. "I am so excited, you have no idea."

Glancing at the Time Lord, Rory raised his eyebrows. "I think we do."

The Doctor was actually jumping up and down on the pavement - something which attracted many looks from passers-by, but nothing they weren't used to - and was wearing what he liked to call his 'special bowtie'.

"Oh, god, he's wearing the special bowtie again," Amy whispered to Rory. "Nothing good ever happens when he wears that."

The Doctor stared at them indignantly. "I can hear you, Ponds. And I have no idea what you're talking about."

"Really?" Amy folded her arms. "List of times bad stuff happened when the Doctor wore his special bowtie, go."

"Well, there was the incident at Oscar Wilde's trial-" Rory began.

"Come on! It was not my fault the vicar decided we were using witchcraft," The Time Lord grumbled.

"-And the Oods on Trion-"

"Okay, yes, it was my fault the King fell out of the window." he raised his hands in defeat.

"Then there was-"

"I get it, I get it!" he exclaimed. "But nothing can go wrong. We're on Earth, safest planet in all the galaxies! Well, actually, no. It's not that safe. But don't worry, we'll be fine!" He started walking down the street, gesturing for them to follow him.

"Great way to reassure us!" Amy huffed, stomping after the Doctor and grabbing Rory's hand to drag him along.

They ended up in a sort of hall filled with 10 year old children, blaring out whatever songs were in the charts these days while lights flashed. "You've got to be kidding me," Rory muttered, staring at the kids whizzing round on rollerskates.

Amy shook her head. "This is ridiculous," she sighed, as they watched the Doctor talking to a very confused lady at the place where you could pick up skates. "He is ridiculously uncoordinated. How is he going to rollerskate without killing several children and himself?"

"Amelia!" he yelled from the booth. "What size are your feet?"

She turned to Rory, staring at him as if she was waiting for him to do something.

"What?" he asked her.

She raised an eyebrow. "I'm not going over there. I am going to sit down there," she gestured to the slightly quieter cafe, "And watch you two have fun and bond together."

"Oh, wait a second." Rory furrowed his brow. "Why do you get off?"

"Because I'm your wife and I said so," she told him with a smile. "Now go have fun!" she pushed him in the direction of the Doctor.

"No no no, you're not getting out of this one," he insisted, taking her hand and leading her towards the stand.

Amy started walking in the other direction. "Uh, yes I am," she said, gritting her teeth.

"Do I need to remind you of The Incident?" Rory asked.

She huffed. "I can't believe you're still going on about that, it was just a kiss." seeing the look in his eyes, she gave in. "Fine! But you owe me."

"I always owe you," Rory mumbled, leading them towards the Doctor again. The woman that he was talking to now looked just plain scared, as the Doctor rambled on about 'how nice it was to have a break from saving the planets', and 'how there was a severe lack of good places to rollerskate across the solar systems'.

"Doctor?" Amy said quickly. "Why don't you go and sit down on that bench, and we'll sort the skates out. Okay?" she spoke as if she was talking to a child, which was not surprising, considering how much of a child the Doctor could be at times.

"Good idea. Lovely to meet you," he told the woman, before lolloping off towards a bench, almost knocking a child over in the process.

"Oh, this is such a bad idea," Rory groaned.

Ten minutes later, they were making their first tentative steps onto the slippery, wooden surface as children flew past. Amy was trying to keep her dignity by taking tiny steps, Rory was just trying not to fall over, and the Doctor was... Well, the Doctor.

That meant that his arms were flailing, legs kicking out, as if he was doing his special 'wedding dance' but on skates. Amy had just about made it and was grabbing the railing when she heard a yelp from behind her.

Turning around cautiously, she found the Doctor seconds from falling over, desperately gripping Rory's arm to stay above the ground. "Boys," she muttered, rolling her eyes and shuffling off.


Slowly, she turned back. The Doctor was lying on the floor, Rory on top of him, who was clearly pulled down as the former fell. Rory made some sort of attempt to get up without actually putting his hands on the floor - worried that his fingers would be run over - which failed miserably.

Other kids were heading towards them, and Amy realised what was happening a second before it did. The first child managed to stop, grabbing hold of the railing and slowing down just in time. Unfortunately, this was not the case for the next one.

A little boy came careering into the stationary child, pushing him on top of Rory and the Doctor.

Amy was mortified.

She could turn around and skate away like she didn't know them - but no, she wasn't that mean. Muttering under her breath and going back towards them cautiously, she reached an arm out to her husband.

Luckily, in the time it had taken her to travel the few feet, the other children had got up and skated off to their parents, pointing in their direction. "Crap," she said under her breath, shuffling a little closer so Rory could reach her hand. "Ready? One, two, three!" she pulled as hard as she could, and Rory just about managed to put one of skates one the floor before his ankle twisted.

She winced at the crack.

Rory had turned as pale as a ghost. "Uh, Amy?"

She looked up. "Yeah?"

"My ankle is broken."

Laughing nervously, she waved the statement aside. "Don't be such a baby, it was just a bad twist-"

"Amy. You heard it, I heard it, and I'm a nurse. My ankle is broken and it really, really hurts-"

"His ankle is broken," the Doctor cut in, nodding. He sat up, causing Rory to fall to the side and land on his already broken ankle.

It was about then when the man swore loudly.

Very, very loudly.

And, of course, the music had just stopped. Not only had every child heard, but their parents had heard, and they were now staring at the group with a mixture of shock, horror and disgust.

"I told you not to wear the bowtie," Amy hissed as a burly security guard walked towards them.

"Sirs, ma'am, I'm going to have to ask you to leave," the man said threateningly.

"Ah," the Doctor said from the ground. "Bit of a problem there, I'm afraid. He broke his ankle and I can't get up, so - oof!"

The man had pulled the Doctor to his feet. "I'm sorry, but I have to insist.

Rory turned around as best as he could. "Can you just call an ambulance? I have a broken bone!"

Looking unconvinced, the man stared Rory down. "Sir, I'm not going to ask you again."

Right, Amy thought. Time to break out the big guns. Just as well she'd thought to wear a skirt. "We're so, so sorry," she laughed, twirling her hair. "Accidents happen, people make mistakes, y'know? But if you called an ambulance for my friend, I'd be very grateful."

"Friend? Friend? I'm your h-" Rory was interrupted by Amy kicking him lightly in the ankle. He hissed, swearing under his breath. Ah. Well, she thought it was a light kick.

"Why didn't you say so, ma'am?" The security guard sounded apologetic. "Somebody call an ambulance, this guy's broken his ankle!" he yelled, and the woman that the Doctor had been scaring took out her phone.

Rory glared at the guy, who was now walking around, yelling things like 'Clear the area!' and 'Give the guy some space!' Amy knelt down next to him. "You know I hate it when you do that," he grumbled.

"Oh, you're welcome," she replied sarcastically. "It's not like I just stopped us from being escorted off the premises, or anything." His face fell, as it often did when she snapped at him. "Sorry. I was trying to help."

He sighed. "I know." Then he was trying to sit up, wincing as he jostled his ankle.

"Hey, I'm no nurse but I think you should stay still-" she began.

"Yeah, you're probably right," he wheezed through the pain, but continued to try and sit up. "I just really don't want to be carried off on a stretcher."

At that point, the Doctor bounded over. "So..." he said a little awkwardly. "On the bright side, we weren't sentenced to death this time!"

Rory looked at him incredulously. "You broke my ankle!"

"Actually," he said, pointing his finger. "I didn't. You broke your ankle. And Amy was the one pulling you up-" he stopped talking as she started glaring at him. "Yes, well. It was nobody's fault."

"I'm going to burn that bowtie," Rory told him.

The Doctor stared at him as if he had said that he was going to burn several newborn children alive and then eat them. "But... but... It's my special bowtie!" He spluttered.

"And it's my ankle!" he reminded the alien, "And it's ridiculous."

"It is not ridiculous!" the Doctor insisted.

"It's covered in Christmas trees! It's not Christmas!"

Amy looked at the two, an amused expression on her face. "Calm down, kids. Plus, I think the ambulance is here."

The two stayed silent. The Doctor had folded his arms, and was now pouting petulantly, and Rory was either still angry about the whole flirting thing or had decided that it was her fault his ankle was broken. Either way, he was ignoring her.

"You. Are. Such. Children!" Amy said through gritted teeth. "This is all your fault, Doctor. Why did we come here? Rollerskating? Really? With your coordination, as well! You might as well have brought us to the planet of the Daleks!" With that, she stormed off dramatically.

After a while, Rory spoke up. "I blame her Scottishness. It's always - oh god. She's gone to talk to the security guard again. Go and do something will you?"

The Doctor patted his shoulder. "I'm on it." He ran over awkwardly, obviously having forgotten his shoes had miniature wheels on them. He approached the pair, waving his arms wildly.

Rory looked away with a groan. His ankle really, really hurt. And his wife wasn't talking to him. He was lying on a rollerskating rink while kids pointed at him. He put his head in his hands, feeling a headache coming on.

"Hey, stupid face," Amy said above him. "The ambulance is here."

"Oh, tell them I'll be straight over - oh wait, I can't walk," he replied sarcastically.

Amy kneeled down to face him. "I'm sorry I broke your ankle. I'm sorry for flirting with the security guard."

Rory said nothing, waiting.

"Oh fine," she sighed. "I'm sorry for wearing the skirt. Happy?"

"I've been happier," he grimaced, the pain in his ankle flaring up again.

"How about I let you burn my skirt with the Doctor's bowtie? Now how do you feel?"

"Ecstatic." he grinned.

"But you have to get a pink cast."

"No! Absolutely not happening."

Five hours later, Rory hobbled into the TARDIS - each of his arms around the Doctor and Amy - wearing a bright pink cast.

A longer one (by my standards, anyway) to make up for my absence.

Until next time - which is hopefully soon but many not be due to NaNoWriMo which you should totally do if you like writing original fics just google it and yeah.