Swapped

Angels and Sweet Talk

A/N: I know. I know. It's been ages, but after seeing this story start to gain some interest and readers, I decided I had better update fast. Thanks for all your support, you're all so lovely!

Rory's POV

I opened my eyes and sat up. It was 8:00 am. I got up and went into the bathroom to shower. After I got dressed I exited the bathroom and saw Amy sitting on my bed. Well, Amy in The Doctor's body.

"Hey," I smiled.

"Hey, you," she returned the smile.

"Need help with..." I trailed off.

"Shaving. Could you help me please?" she giggled, well, more of a chuckle in The Doctor's voice.

"Sure," I nodded and she followed me into the bathroom.

"Thanks again," she sighed as I helped her.

"This never gets any less awkward," I replied.

"I know," she nodded.

"Would've been easier if you and I had swapped bodies," I remarked.

"You wish," she laughed.

"What?"

"Oh don't pretend you don't wish you had all this to yourself for an entire week," she smirked and gestured to her body.

"Well..." my mind started to wander.

"Um, not this," she rolled her eyes, once gesturing to The Doctor's body, "I meant -"

"I know, I know," I cut her off.

"So...don't pretend you didn't consider it..." she traced her fingers up my arm and I began to blush madly.

"Consider - what?" I tried to act normal.

"Oh Rory. Don't act like you didn't imagine us in each others' bodies. I know you," she raised her eyebrows and I smiled knowingly.

"Well naturally I did. And I don't think it would've been hell," I winked and it was her turn to blush.

"Oh you don't think so?" she challenged seductively and we began to lean towards each other, when we were interrupted.

"Oi! Watch it, Ponds!" The Doctor was standing in the doorway with a warning look on Amy's face.

"We were just -"

"Save it, Amelia. I know," he cut her off, rolling his eyes. She sighed in frustration, "just don't let it happen again," The Doctor warned.

"Fine," she glared at him and he nodded, satisfied, before leaving.

We followed him out to the console room and he turned to face us.

"The TARDIS seems to be working again," he shrugged.

"I thought you said -"

"I was wrong. Apparently it repaired itself earlier than expected," he cut me off.

"So where are we going?" Amy asked.

"We are needed by the President," he grinned.

"Of America?" I asked.

"No, Rory. Of Mars. Yes, of America!" he rolled his eyes.

"Okay, why?" Amy questioned.

"Apparently the Weeping Angels had a problem with Abraham Lincoln," he smirked.

"Doctor, I can't!" Amy swallowed nervously. She had a crippling fear of the Weeping Angels ever since she was nearly turned into one two years ago.