This will be a Doctor/Rose story, cause i love them. This story will pretend that there is no river song. No, I do not hate River, she just wasnt fitting well into the story. Not sure if it will be any good, but I hope you like it. disclaimer: I dont own Doctor Who


Amy Pond looked around the TARDIS console with a grumpy glare. She twirled her hair and let her eyes wander over the colorful interior. Through the glass floor, she could see the Doctor playing with various wires and mumbling softly to himself, something he had been doing for what seemed like forever.

"Are we going to go anywhere or are you going to fiddle with machine parts all day?" Amy complained.

"I don't fiddle Amelia, I tinker, there's a difference," came the Doctor's indignant voice. "Besides, I already told you that the TARDIS needs some TLC. The poor old girl has been acting funny lately and I don't want to stress her out with a trip if she isn't feeling well." The Doctor lovingly rubbed his hand along one of the TARDIS parts. Amy rolled her eyes.

"Fine," she grumbled, folding her arms across her chest, "I'm just bored s'all, we have been floating around for ages, aren't you itching for an adventure?"

The Doctor looked up at her through the floor, "It is not my job to entertain you Pond, find the Roman if you are that bored, isn't that a husband's job? Hmm? To keep the missus happy?"

"Rory is napping, it was the only thing he could think of to do for fun right now."

"All of time and space, all of time and space I offer and the one time we can't go anywhere you act like the world will end with boredom. Why do I bother?" The Doctor went back to tinkering with an annoyed huff.

Suddenly, the TARDIS gave a violent shudder, throwing her occupants into the air. Then, with a groan and a rough lurch, she stilled.

The Doctor was up in a flash. He bolted up the stairs to the main consol and danced around it, pressing what looked like every single button on the control panel. "What is going on my dear? Is something bothering you?" The Doctor cooed.

Amy groaned, dragging herself to her feet with the help of some railing. "What just happened?"

"I don't know." The Doctor looked at the screen to see where they ended up. "Nothing that I did should have knocked her out of orbit, let alone move us through time. How did you do that!?" He asked his ship.

Rory emerged from a door, rubbing the back of his neck with his hand. "Um, what just happened? I was having a lovely rest when I suddenly found myself on the floor."

"Hush up Rory, I am working on that."

Rory looked at Amy who just shrugged. "You alright?" He asked her.

"Yeah, more mad at than hurt." She responded.

"Hey, it's not my fault," The Doctor complained, "I told you the TARDIS was sick. She shouldn't have been able to move."

"Well, did we land?" Rory asked.

"Good question Mr. Pond, and the answer is yes. But where?" The Doctor played with a few more knobs before bounding towards the doors. "Come along Ponds, something brought the TARDIS here, time to do some investigating!"

"Something wrong here then?" Rory asked, "And how could the TARDIS come without you piloting her?"

"To answer your first question, the TARDIS never brings us someplace without a reason. For your second question, I am not sure; bringing us here on her own means something big is going on. Not many things have the power to summon a TARDIS." The Doctor looked thoughtful as he leaned up against the blue doors. "Shall we?" Tweaking his bowtie, he pulled both doors open.