Yep...So, my first fic on New Charms and my first 11th Doctor story. I wish I'd managed to do more with 10, but finding it really ahrd to go back to him Anyways... ** “Haha!” Rory shouted cheerfully as he flung himself through the TARDIS door, Amy following close behind him, throwing her long ginger hair over her shoulder as he laughed with him. “Amazing!” She exclaimed in her distinct Scottish tone. “Somewhere beautiful, at last!” The Doctor sighed as he slowly entered the TARDIS, a slightly hurt look on his face. “I’ve taken you to beautiful places before!” He paused, looking at the pair, before continuing. “Like Venice! Venice was beautiful!” “It was.” Rory nodded in agreement. “When we weren’t fighting off vampires with sticks.” “How many times!” The Doctor exclaimed as he closed the doors behind him. “They weren’t vampires!” He ran his hand through his hair quickly. “Sat-urn-yn-ians!” He emphasised each syllable, gesturing wildly. “There’s a big difference!” “Still.” Amy replied, cheekily turning her nose up at the Doctor as she took hold of Rory’s arm. “They were still trying to kill us!” She paused for a moment. “In fact, I think this is the first time you’ve taken me anywhere where my life hasn’t been at risk!” “Hmm, well.” The Doctor replied, adjusting his beige jacket. “That’s true, but,” He thrust a arm in to the air, index finger pointing upwards, “It was also the first time we’ve ever been bored!” “I wasn’t bored!” Amy retorted. “Brilliant landscapes, three suns, purple grass! Who could be bored?” She turned to Rory. “Were you bored?” He looked at her, then too the Doctor before replying, carefully. “No, of course not. Who needs space ships and dragons and dragon space ships when you’ve got purple grass?” He smiled slightly, ignoring the look he knew Amy would be giving him. “I do, for one.” The Doctor said quietly, now stood over the TARDIS console, looking over various monitors. “Ah, no wonder.” “What is it?” Amy asked, taking off her denim jacket, revealing her bright red t-shirt. “Bank holiday for all of the bad aliens or something?” She slung her jacket over an oblivious Rory’s arm, who merely shrugged his shoulders before placing it over a railing. “Don’t be so ridiculous!” The Doctor said rather sharply, looking up from the console, gesturing wildly with his hands with every word. “It’s a Sunday. Nothing exciting ever happens on Sundays. I mean, roast dinner, Eastenders omnibus, all well and good I suppose.” He paused, smiling at the couple. “If you’re in to that kind of thing.” “Well,” Amy winked at him, still standing on the lower level of the TARDIS. “Aren’t we all high and mighty?” “Now that you mention it,” He replied, adjusting his tie, “Yes, I am! I’ve got the whole of time and space at my finger tips, so why bother with Sundays? Now Pond, Williams, shall we stop talking and be on our way?” “Yes sir!” She mocked saluted, pulling Rory in to a hug. “We’d better do as he says, or no more Eastenders for you!” “It’s not all it’s cracked up to be.” The Doctor said thoughtfully as he flicked some switches on the console. “Trust me.” Rory and Amy looked to each other, both about to ask the obvious question, before simultaneously deciding to just let it go. “Where to now then?” Rory asking, looking at the TARDIS monitor briefly, before stepping back, deciding it wasn’t worth the effort of trying to understand what the symbols meant. “You ask as if I ever plan these things.” The Doctor smiled. “It never goes to plan anyway, so might as well just see where we end up! I’ll try and aim for a weekday though.” Amy laughed as she stepped up towards the console, prompting the Doctor to look in her direction, rather oblivious. “What?” “You said it yourself, you have the whole of time and space, yet you don’t have the time for just one relaxing Sunday?” “Nope, not me. I don’t do relaxing.” “I had noticed.” Amy smiled, as the Doctor span the two taps on the console before pulling on a few small levers. “Couldn’t even let me have my stag night!” Rory muttered, half jokingly, as he shot a look towards the Doctor. “I don’t know why you keep bringing that up.” The Time Lord replied, shaking his head. “Surely I livened it up a bit? Just a little bit?” “Oh I’d say!” Amy chimed in. “Vamp- I mean, Saturnynians! Surely they were a bit more exciting than that stripper girl!” “Lucy.” Rory replied, a little too quickly. “Oh? Lucy was it!” Amy exclaimed, throwing her arms wide. “Sorry I ruined your night with a woman who takes her clothes off for a living!” “Well,” Rory,said, a little hurt. “I’m sorry I ruined your chance to run off with a 1000 year old alien!” “Hey!” The Doctor shouted from the other side of the console, cutting Amy off before she had a chance to reply. “One,” he raised a finger, “I thought we got over all that. Two” three fingers were raised, before he quickly corrected himself. “I’m nine hundred years old, thank you very much!” Amy and Rory looked at each other and laughed, before embracing one another again. “See!” The Doctor stated, although it was obvious his companion’s attentions were on each other. “Sundays. Purple grass and domestics! Boring!” He threw a lever, perhaps a little over dramatically, hurtling the TARDIS in to the Time Vortex. Rory released Amy as the machine shuddered around them, and they both reached to the console for support. The Time Rotor pulsed quickly as the controls beeped, drawing the Doctor’s attention to the screen. “Look’s like we’ve found somewhere to land!” The Doctor beamed, before looking to the console. “Well, she did.” “The TARDIS?” Rory asked, puzzled. “No Rory. Amy. Amy made us land!” The Doctor could only keep a serious face for a few seconds, seeing the confusion sweep over the pair. “Yes, the TARDIS! Could be anything out there!” He headed towards the door, adjusting his bow tie. “Absolutely anything! Much more exciting than a stripper in a cake!” Rory was about to argue, when a look from Amy made him think better of it. As he held back, she gave him a quick, brilliant Amy Pond smile before grabbing her jacket and following the Doctor out of the now open doors. Rory smiled too as she looked back at him, before heading down the stairs that separated the two levels of the TARDIS. “Wow.” He heard Amy say from outside. “Two beautiful places in one day!” From his position inside the TARDIS Rory could see a brilliant green field stretching out in front of the machine. “Earth!” The Doctor exclaimed. “No chance of being bored here! All of my best adventures happen on Earth!” As he reached the doors, Rory caught a glimpse of a grand building in the distance, the setting sun reflecting on the pale brick work of the building. He was about to ask the Doctor where, and when, they had landed when the doors suddenly slammed in his face. “Charming!” He shouted, rapidly trying the lock. “Very funny Amy! Now let me out!” It was then that he realised the door was banging from the other side too, as his fiancé frantically pounded on it with a fist. He couldn’t hear her, but assumed that was an effect of the TARDIS. Or maybe the sound of the engines were just drowning her out. The engines! Rory ran up to the console, the central rotor raising and falling as the machine began to shake again. “What are you doing!” He shouted. “No one told you to take off!” Rory looked over the wide array of controls quickly. He’s seen the Doctor do this loads of times. ‘Just how hard could it be?’, he thought pulling on a lever. His question was answered as sparks rained form the console, prompting the young man to lunge back. Looking around the console, it seemed all he had achieved was to turn the monitor on. The rotor continued to pulse as the monitor played what appeared to Rory to be one of those ghost hunting programs, which, according to the tag in the top right hand corner, was live. The green of the night vision camera made the presenters eyes resemble a mysterious void, as if a gateway to their soul. Although his attention was mostly on the console, Rory noticed the presenter, a woman in her thirties, and her entourage were sitting in a circle, hands joined, their attention on one individual in particular. He was a slightly odd looking man, with long flowing grey hair and a rather elongated face, ending in an overly pointed chin. “There’s someone here.” The man said, his eyes closed as the camera focused on him. “Who is it?” The presenter asked? “Who is there? What is your name?” “There is no name.” The medium replied. “Just a profession. He says he’s a Doctor.” “What kind of Doctor were you?” The presenter asked softly, addressing the spirit. “What time are you from?” “Everything.” Came the reply. “And it’s 1862. or 63. No 62. Would know that taste anywhere.” “Doctor, can you tell me your name? What are you called?” “Just the Doctor.” “No one is just called the Doctor!” The presenter said, raising her voice. At this Rory turned to the screen fully, his attention fully pulled away from the time machine that was throwing him through time and space. “Who are you? Why are you hear? What do you want?” “Two many questions.” The medium replied, obviously getting agitated. “I need to pass on a message. Don’t have long.” “What is it?” The presenter asked. “What’s happening?” “Rory!” The medium suddenly shouted, making the young man jump as he watched, leaning in towards the screen. “It’s me. The Doctor. I don’t have long. But we need your help.” Suddenly the medium let out a loud gasp before slumping on to the floor, members of the TV crew crowding round him. Rory stared at the screen, completely dumbfounded before spotting a shadowing figure in the green of the night vision. It was faint, but Rory would recognise that hair and bow tie anywhere. The cameraman had obviously seen the same thing as Rory as he turned to focus on the spot where the hazy figure stood just in time to catch a cheeky wink at the camera before it faded from sight.