the bowtie looks better on her
summary: the three times Amy put on the Doctor's clothes.
paring: eleven/amy, hints of OT3
rating: pg
a/n: Kind-of-drabble-ish. I was lying in bed, not wanting to get up, and this just wrote itself. Also, I've always liked wearing men's button-down shirts. Sooo.../shrug xD
(gonna stay on 'just friends' until I have time to go through and check it for errors. then it'll be up on amy_eleven)
1.
She holds the tattered blue shirt and curls her fingers into a fist. He's gone again. Left her. Saved the day, was mad and brilliant, brave, and he made her trust him again.
Amy brings the fabric to her face and inhales deeply. She won't cry...even if she feels the pressure building behind her eyes. She's not going to cry.
At least he's real--well, she always knew that--but now everyone else had to believe it too.
She can almost smell the fire where the parts of his shirt are singed. And if she keeps her eyes shut, it's almost like he's right next to her, and that's the most comfort she can get.
Amy wears the shirt to bed every once in a while.
Mostly it's when Aunt Sharon is out and she has the quiet house to herself.
Sometimes, Amy thinks she can smell fish custard and other times she swears his scent is completely faded and now masked by her perfume.
2.
Amy sighs and rests her cheek against his chest.
"We've got to go, Pond. Can't spend all day lying in bed..."
"We did more than just lie here, Doctor." She reminds him.
He's quiet for a moment and then she feels his hand on the small of her back, "Hm."
That's when Amy sees his tweed jacket on the floor, it's close to the door, the first thing she pushed off of him and it leads the trail of clothes to the bed. The Doctor easily lets her go when she makes a move to get up, he doesn't hold her, or mutter 'five more minutes' into her hair. Part of her likes that, likes that he isn't so clingy. Another part of her is worried he'll be willing to let her go too easily.
The Doctor assumes she's leaving (why else would she be heading towards the door?).
Amy picks up the jacket and slides it on, holding it closed with her hands, and she smiles at the Doctor. His reaction is worth the the fourteen years of waiting.
He's staring at her, slack-jawed and wide-eyed, like he's never seen her before.
The inner-lining of the jacket is soft and it holds his warm scent.
"Pond..."
Amy just quirks an eyebrow at him.
"Come here for a moment, please."
She's a few inches away from the bed when he grabs her wrist and pulls her into him.
3.
"Bowties are cool." He tells her, subconsciously adjusting the little red tie around his neck. "Always remember that."
"Maybe on someone like Churchill, but on you...." She pauses like she's actually thinking about the matter, "Mmm no."
He looks offended by her comment but he grins.
"You certainly couldn't wear one, Pond! You'd look ridiculous." He says and then he's back to fiddling with something on the TARDIS. Amy crosses her arms, mutters something about 'ooh we'll see.' and marches off to the wardrobe.
The Doctor gets a little worried when Amy hasn't returned. He paces around the console and then, wanting to go on an adventure, but not able to actually go without her. That's when he heads up the stairs to go and fetch his red-haired companion. He'll take her to planet made out of bowties! Then she will see just how cool they are!
He finds her in the wardrobe, sitting crossed-legged in front of the mirror, with something in between her fingers.
"Pond! There you are!"
"Doctor, how do you even tie one of these?" She holds up a violet colored bowtie.
"It's easy!" He says, but for the record, it's not easy. Not to her anyways. He gives up on trying to show her by demonstration with his bowtie and ends up tying the violet colored on around her collar.
In Amy's opinion, it clashes terribly with her plaid shirt.
In the Doctor's opinion, oh oh oh, "I guess the bowtie does look rather...nice...on you." He smiles boyishly, "Very cool."
"Doctor! Amy! What the hell are you guys doing, playing dress up?"
"Rory! Do you want a green bowtie..." Amy holds one up, "Or this classy black one?"
The Doctor and Amy share a mad grin.
Rory stares at them.
He chooses the green one.