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A/N Outtake Number Two from 'A Golden Rose'. I am recently suffering from grief and sadness brought about by 'The Angels Take Manhattan' and therefore I wanted to cheer myself (and everyone else who might be suffering from the same) up.
So, here is a funny, short ficlet with the Ponds. I want to remember them being as happy and fun as they were. Here it is, a short tribute to the gloriousness that is the Ponds.
The suggestion for this came from Brittnodo. The prompt was the awkwardness brought about by Rory walking in on Rose and the Doctor (or River and John) when they were -ahem- getting busy. Hope you enjoy it.
This is set after Chapter 63 of 'A Golden Rose' in Rose's original timeline. Canonically, after 'A Good Man Goes to War'
Amy woke up slowly. On reflex, her hand wandered to the other side of her bed to search for her husband. Only the duvet met her hand. She opened her eyes blearily and looked at the clock on the wall. Of course, the clock's only purpose was to show how many hours had passed. There was no concept of time on the TARDIS.
And right now, according to that clock, she'd had a full 8 hour sleep. Might explain why Rory was no longer next to her. Being a nurse, he had learned early on to expect very little sleep. Most days he could get by with five hours a night. But when he woke, Amy did too. He must have slipped away very quietly this time. She would find a way to thank him for letting her have a bit of a lie-in.
She and Rory had recently started travelling with the Doctor and Rose again. Demons Run was a distant memory by now. She and Rory had been spending time with their daughter and son-in-law and it was all settling down quite well.
Stretching, Amy got out of bed. She brushed her teeth, took a shower and then wandered out of their bedroom. She supposed she would find Rory in the kitchen or something. As she was walking, she caught sight of a pair of double doors painted TARDIS blue.
Amy frowned. She had never seen that room before. She shouldn't be surprised; the TARDIS always moved rooms about after all. She had once wandered around for an hour looking for the swimming pool. Amy approached the door cautiously. She rested her ear against the door and heard the unmistakeable sound of the Doctor moaning Rose's name.
She jumped away from the door as if electrocuted. She clamped a hand to her mouth to stop her giggling. Tiptoeing past the room, she hurried away to the kitchen as quickly as she could.
Rory was in there and he smiled at her. "Morning," he smiled. "Tea?"
"Morning, Mr. Pond," she greeted, still with laughter in her voice. "And tea would be good."
Rory observed her behaviour curiously. "Everything alright?" he asked her.
Amy bit down on her lip. "Yep, everything's fine," she said. An idea struck her. "Rory, did you, by any chance, see a room with TARDIS blue double doors on the way here?" she asked.
"Yeah, I was a bit surprised," he nodded. "Dunno why though, the rooms move around all the time," he shrugged. "Why?" he asked her, a bit suspiciously.
"Oh, nothing, it's just that I had seen it before and left my scarf in there," Amy made up, keeping a straight face.
"Oh," Rory said. "When?"
"Ages back," Amy said. "The room disappeared and it's only just come back now."
"Why were you in there in the first place?" he asked her curiously.
"Just exploring," she said. "Please," she said. "It's my favourite scarf that you gave me for my birthday."
He smiled. "Of course," he said. "You drink your tea. I'll go and get it."
"Thank you very much," Amy managed to say with a straight face.
Rory whistled to himself as he sauntered down the corridors and got to the room Amy had mentioned. He opened the door and walked straight inside.
In the kitchen, Amy waited for it and then burst into laughter when she heard two loud screams. Specifically, Rory and the Doctor's.
She stepped out of the kitchen just in time to see Rory run out of the room, with both his hands clamped on his eyes. The Doctor ran out, clutching a sheet around his waist, his whole face so red that he matched Amy's hair. Amy burst into loud peals of laughter at the absurd scene. Rose came running out of the room behind the Doctor with a robe tied around her and joined Amy in her laughter.
"That...you...what...were...you...what the hell?" the Doctor sputtered at Rory.
"Sorry, sorry," Rory said, still not taking his hands off his eyes.
"You don't barge into a room like that," the Doctor said, his voice going unnaturally high and shrill.
Rose burst into more laughter and Amy giggled loudly.
"I'm sorry," Rory said. "If I knew...I didn't exactly need to see that, you know."
"Ooh, what did you see?" Amy asked in interest.
Rory took his hand off one eye to glare at his wife. She had known and she had sent him there deliberately. His glare was meant to be frightening but with one of his hands still covering his eyes, it was just funny. Amy smiled cheekily at him.
"Why are you glaring at her?" the Doctor demanded. "YOU were the one who ran into our room without knocking."
"I only came in because Amy said she left a scarf in there," Rory said weakly.
"What?" the Doctor rounded on Amy.
Amy stopped laughing long enough to explain. "Well, the room just appeared and I heard you raggedy man," she said and the Doctor flushed. "Quite the loud one in the sack, aren't you?" she teased.
"Ye...that's not the point!" the Doctor sputtered. "You knew and you sent your husband in there."
"Yeah," Rory said, glad to see that the Doctor's ire wasn't directed at him any longer. "I had to see him mid-thrust..."
As soon as the words were out, Rory's eyes widened in horror and the Doctor's face flamed madly. Rose was getting red in face by the sheer amount of laughter. She was doubled over, clutching her stomach. Amy was much the same.
"Mi...mid thrust," Amy gasped, tears rolling down her cheeks. "Oh my god."
Rory chanced a quick look at the Doctor and then ran back into his and Amy's room. The Doctor glared at Amy but in his embarrassed state, the glare didn't have the desired effect. He stomped back into his room, muttering about taking Rose and living on an isolated island.
Amy and Rose exchanged mirthful looks and left to comfort their respective husbands.
Much later, Amy found Rose in the kitchen, making toast. "Hi," Amy said. "How's the Doctor?"
"Better," Rose said. "Mind you, he's not going to be looking Rory in the eye for a few weeks."
Amy snorted. "That's not a problem. Rory is refusing to come out of the room. Says the Doctor is going to throw him into a supernova like the TARDIS manual," she said.
"He wouldn't," Rose assured her. "At least, I don't think so," she added.
Amy giggled. "You didn't mind, did you?" she asked, slightly nervous.
Rose waved it away. "Don't worry," she said. "Believe it or not, Rory is not the first person to walk in on us and he won't be the last," she said, offering Amy some toast.
"Really?" Amy asked, biting into it.
Rose nodded. "There was that time that Jack walked in. But instead of running out, he did ask if he could join us," she said and Amy giggled. "Tell Rory it will be fine."
Amy nodded and the two women ate their toast in companionable silence.
"So," Amy said after a while. "Has he been loud in all his regenerations?"
A/N And that's all. Short and sweet and funny.
Thanks to Brittnodo for this amazing idea. Hope you liked it, dear!
Anyway, I'm off to wallow some more in my grief. Leave me any more ideas for outtakes in the reviews.
To the others who have left ideas before, I am working on writing them. I will put them up immediately I finish writing them.