"Well," the Doctor managed, his eyes wide as he stared at the wedding dress hanging off Amy's wardrobe door. He certainly hadn't been expecting that.
"Yeah," the ginger agreed.
"Blimey," he blew out a breath.
"I know. This is the same night we left, yeah?" she checked.
He nodded. "We've been gone five minutes."
She picked up her ring box from the bedside table, opening it to reveal a dazzling diamond ring. "I'm getting married in the morning," she confessed, finally saying it aloud.
"Why did you leave it here?" the Doctor asked curiously.
Amy raised an eyebrow. "Why did I leave my engagement ring when I ran away with a strange man the night before my wedding?"
"Yeah," he nodded, clueless.
"Hmm," she considered him carefully. "You really are an alien, aren't you."
"Who's the lucky fellow?" he wondered.
"You met him."
"Ah, the good looking one, or the other one?" He mimed a large nose.
"The other one," Amy deadpanned.
"Well, he was good too," the Doctor told her.
Amy's lips twitched. "Thanks. So, do you comfort a lot of people on the night before their wedding?"
He blinked. "Why would you need comforting?"
"I nearly died," Amy protested. "I was alone in the dark and I nearly died."
"You weren't alone. You had Pietro and the Angel," the Doctor pointed out.
"Well, yeah," she allowed, "but it felt like I was alone." She hesitated, then smiled coyly. "And it made me think."
The Doctor nodded. "Well, yes, natural. I think sometimes. Well, lots of times."
"About what I want. About who I want. You know what I mean?"
"Yeah," the Doctor nodded, before shaking his head. "No."
Amy locked eyes with him. "About who I want."
"Oh right, yeah." He hesitated. "No, still not getting it."
She sighed, smiling. "Doctor. In a word, in one very simple word even you can understand." She leaned forwards, trying to kiss him.
"No!" he yelped, scrambling backwards. "I have a wife! You're getting married in the morning!"
"Well, the morning's a long time away," she pointed out. "What are we going to do about that?" She pinned him against the TARDIS, trying to undo his shirt.
"Amy, listen to me!" he pleaded. "I am nine hundred and seven years old. Do you understand what that means?!"
"It's been a while?" she suggested.
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Fight For Freedom |4| The Ascension
Science Fiction✅ approx. 240,000 words Now the Eleventh Doctor is in the TARDIS, things have changed for McKenzie. While getting used to her husband's new body, she must also protect her children and the new companion from the perils of time and space, not to ment...
