Green and Gold (1/4) - Doctor Who - Amy/River
Title: Green and Gold (1/4)
Fandom: Doctor Who
Characters & Pairings: Amy/River, Eleven, Rory, Jack
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: ~2,500
Disclaimer: I don’t own Doctor Who or any of the characters mentioned in this fic, this is just for fun not profit.
Summary: Captain Jack Harkness c healls for help when finds himself stuck in a 16th Century castle abut the Doctor's rescue mission doesn't quite go to plan. Post Forgotten and I Spy. Established Amy/River.
Note 1: A special thanks goes to persiflage_1, my beta.
Note 2: This is a Forgotten and I Spy sequel but it isn't vital to have read either.
Ireland, 1554
“It’s coming, it’s coming!”
Laughs and squeals joined the sound of waves crashing against the rocky shore and the spray of rain in the high winds to create the mighty sound that ripped through the bay. Two children splashed their way along the beach towards the silhouetted ship at the mouth of the bay, the smallest was a girl with dark red hair in sodden ringlets and a determination to keep up with her older, dark haired brother as he clambered over rocks to get a better look at the incoming ship. The girl tried for a fifth time to climb up the large rock at the base of the mound her brother was standing on, sliding back to the pebbly beach with a frustrated wail.
“What can you see?” she shouted up to him, using her hand to shield her eyes from the rain. “Is it them?”
“I don’t know,” the boy shouted back, “it’s still too far away!”
“What colour is the sail?” the girl asked. She waited only a few seconds for a reply before shouting again, “Owen, what colour is the sail?”
Owen’s eyes were wide, fearful and utterly fixed on the ship.
Another frustrated noise came from the small girl as she gave up on her brother and turned her own attention seaward. She squinted at waves, just catching sight of the dark shape of the ship as it disappeared.
“Owen, what’s happening?!” she shouted at her brother as he scrambled down the rocks and grabbed her hand, pulling her after him as he ran back towards the castle. “Owen!”
“Maeve, just come on, we have to tell mum about this,” he shouted, still pulling her tripping behind him.
“About what?” she screamed.
“Something sank the ship.”
~*~
“That’s not supposed to happen,” the Doctor said, staring at the flashing angry red light amongst the peaceful green and blue lights of the console. He poked the flashing button in the vague hope it would give up its protests and turn neutral again. “That’s not good, it’s extremely really very not good. Why won’t you stop flashing?”
“What’s not good?” Amy asked, sucking on a spoon covered in the ice cream that River had just got her from the first ever ice cream parlour in 18th century New York. “What did you do wrong this time? I don’t want to end up on the edge of the universe again, it was too bloody loud.”
“I didn’t do anything wrong!” the Doctor said indignantly, “It just started flashing!”
“What started flashing?” River asked, walking back into the console room, showered and changed from her trip to the less than hygienic 18th century. “What did you do?”
Rory was close on her heels, playing with his new toy, a 51st century video game that he had got for his recent birthday. It was River and Amy’s attempt to soften the blow of losing his wife, he was a typical man so it seemed to be working.
“Nothing! I did absolutely nothing wrong, I pressed nothing, I did nothing, it just started flashing!” the Doctor shouted, still poking the button.
River peered over his shoulder. “Someone’s sent you a message. Just press and hold,” she supplied, walking over to the sofa Amy had installed in the room and joining the redhead, tucking her feet up under her, “Haven’t you even worked that out yet? Are you sure you don’t want me to fly it?”
The Doctor looked at River suspiciously before pressing the button down and holding.
“Hey honey, remember me? I’m in the 16th century, in the cutest little castle somewhere in Connaught...” the sound faded into crackling “...taken prisoner...” the crackling won out again “...trapped in the tower...” a sharp hiss broke through the sound “...care to help an old friend out? I’ll make it worth your while...” The sound quality was terrible but the Doctor knew exactly who it was and that he was probably in a lot of trouble, he was always in a lot of trouble.
“Who was that?” Amy asked, scraping the bottom of her ice cream tub. “And why did he call you honey?” She raised her eye brows suggestively at him.
“Jack Harkness, 51st century pain in my... well, let’s just say that I can’t count the number of times he has got me into trouble but he is on our side so... I guess we’d better go and pick him up,” the Doctor sighed, turning around and glaring at the no longer flashing button like it was its fault, “I don’t know what it is about that century and people who are constantly - ouch!”
A spoon had collided with the back of the Doctor’s head.
He turned with shocked expression to see that Amy was glaring at him whilst simultaneously looking amused. She stuck her tongue out at him.
“Very mature,” he muttered. Furrowing his eyebrows, the Doctor rubbed his head. “Jack is, well... you’ll see when you meet him,” he flicked his gaze from Amy to River, “which I’m still not sure is a very good idea. He’s like River only worse and male.”
Amy smirked, “Sounds fun.”
River made a faux hurt sound and was promptly comforted with an ‘Awww’, a hug and a kiss on the cheek from Amy.
“Where’s Connaught?” Rory asked, suddenly very interested in meeting someone who might burst Amy and River’s bubble, “Is he- I mean is it hot? We never get to go anywhere hot. If it’s somewhere hot then I’m definitely in.” He seemed to have got away with it.
“It’s in Ireland,” Amy said, “So I’m going to go with no, definitely not hot. At least we get a warning this time though, we dress for the weather, a bit. No need to go over the top though.”
“How do you know it’s in Ireland?” Rory asked, furrowing his brow, “You’ve never been to Ireland.”
“I have too,” Amy protested, getting up and walking over to the console. “Anyway, we learnt about it at school. Remember, when we did about women in history and we learnt about Grace O’Malley? That was my favourite.”
River raised an eyebrow, “I thought the Romans were your favourite? And why did you learn about women in history like it was a separate subject?”
“Okay, so Grace O’Malley was my second favourite,” Amy rolled her eyes. “We went to a very traditional school in a tiny village, we only got to learn about Grace O’Malley when we had a substitute teacher. All we did other than that was the Romans and the ‘fascinating’ history of Leadworth. The point is that we are going to Connaught around the same time Grace O’Malley was there so maybe...” Amy was grinning at the Doctor and just about suppressing the desire to jump up and down like a five year old who had just been told that they were going to be having jelly and ice cream for their dinner for the rest of the year.
“You’re right,” he grinned back, “and I would bet anything that it’s her castle Jack’s in. Haha! This is going to be an adventure!” He pulled the lever in front of him and programmed in their destination on the buttons and pulleys beside him, “I’ve always wanted to meet Grace O’Malley, see the famous Pirate Queen of Ireland up close and personal!”
“Isn’t it always an adventure,” Rory asked. “Whatever we do, wherever we go, it always turns into an adventure with lots of running.”
The Doctor shrugged, “Exactly, it’s fun.”
Amy giggled, taking a step backwards just as the TARDIS jolted, knocking Rory backwards against the railings. The Doctor was clinging to the console as another jolt shook the TARDIS, throwing Amy back to the sofa and right onto River’s lap. She threw her arms around River’s neck and laughed as the TARDIS shook, jolted and flashed its way through time and space towards 16th century Ireland.
“This is why you insisted on this sofa, isn’t it?” River shouted above the noise of the TARDIS’s brakes screeching. She wrapped her arms around Amy as yet another jolt shook the yelping redhead nearly completely off her lap
“Yep,” Amy confirmed, tightening her grip on River.
“That was a really, really good idea,” River laughed, kissing Amy soundly as Rory and the Doctor clung on for dear life.
~*~
The view out of the TARDIS doors was that of the calm Atlantic Ocean lapping on the pebbly beach of the bay. The Doctor was peering out of the doors, sniffing the air and sticking his tongue out to taste this new place. He wanted to make sure that they were in the right place, for once it really did matter. He couldn’t leave Jack stranded.
“Ahh, we just missed a storm. That’s lucky! Although it is going to get dark pretty soon so we should get a move on.” he turned back to his friends and beamed, rubbing his hands together.
Amy rolled her eyes, wrapping her coat closer around herself and nuzzling into her favourite red scarf, “I agree with Rory, next time we go somewhere hot and dry with crystal clear waters and a free bar.”
“All in good time, all in good time!” the Doctor said, marching enthusiastically out of the TARDIS and jumping down onto the beach. “Come on! It’s quite nice out.”
“It’s freezing,” Amy complained leaving the TARDIS and picking her way over the slimy rocks they had landed on, “Ah!” she screamed, slipping on the last rock and falling into the Doctor's arms.
“Next time, I park.” River said, jumping down onto the pebbles before offering her hand to an unsteady looking Rory. He declined.
“For once, I agree with her,” Rory informed them, trying very hard not to need River’s help getting down off the rocks onto the beach, “You don’t have the best track record for landing the thing.”
“I’m the Doctor, it’s the TARDIS, I park it,” the Doctor called, trotting off along the beach in the direction of the castle looming on the cliff, followed reluctantly by the others.
“Don’t we need a plan?” River asked, “Instead of just storming the castle and getting ourselves thrown into the dungeon, or worse. The 21st century is primitive enough; I am not getting stuck in the 16th!”
“Hey!” Amy protested, looping her arm with River's and snuggling against her. It was too cold to be offended.
“The plan is we go up to the castle, knock on the door and ask very nicely to get Jack back,” the Doctor said confidently.
“That’s not a plan, why do we never have a plan?” Amy asked.
“We don’t need a plan, we’ve never needed a plan before.” the Doctor said.
“Let’s not forget the lack of a plan on the day I got wiped from reality!” Rory exclaimed.
“Yet here you are living and breathing and walking along a lovely beach in 16th century Ireland. See, it all works out in the end,” the Doctor smiled, walking backwards so he could talk to Rory.
“Doctor,” warned River.
“A plan just makes things boring, just think of all of the fun we’ve had without a plan!” the Doctor said.
“Doctor,” Amy said, stopping.
“How boring would life be if it all went to a plan!”
“Doctor!” River shouted.
But it was too late, the Doctor tripped over someone’s foot and fell flat on his back, looking up at a not so welcoming looking group of people. He smiled at them.
“Hello, I’m the Doctor,” he greeted, offering his hand, “And you are?”
~*~
“’Nice to meet you’?!” Amy exclaimed, just managing to stop her head from hitting the cold stone floor as she was flung into the tower dungeon. “Was that really the best you could do? And with an English accent as well! Why the hell do Time Lords have English accents? You’re not even from Earth, never mind Her Majesty’s Green and Rolling Pastures.”
River landed inches from Amy, followed by Rory being chucked almost entirely on top of the Doctor.
“Not all Time Lords, just me,” the Doctor said, pulling himself up into a sitting position and patting the dust from his trousers, he liked these trousers, he’d worn them specially. He jumped as the door was slammed shut, trapping them inside.
Amy huffed, helping River up from the floor to lean against the wall, “I get to meet Grace O’Malley, the Grace O’Malley, and I am surrounded by the bloody English!”
“Not completely, Gorgeous,” crooned a smooth American accent from the shadowy corner opposite them, “What do you say we ditch these guys and show the 16th century exactly what a flame haired beauty and a dashingly handsome captain can really do?” A dark haired man in a long coat emerged from the shadows and into the moonlight, a satisfied smirk twisting his mouth.
River stood up between the man and Amy, her hand resting on her hip. “I’m guessing you’re Jack Harkness.”
“Captain Jack Harkness,” the man interrupted.
River inhaled sharply, “Okay, Captain Jack Harkness. I’m River Song.”
Jack narrowed his eyes at her, “You’re the one who has been jumping all over creation with my Vortex Manipulator. I can smell it on you. Hand it over, Honey.”
“I bought it fair and square, if you have a problem with that I suggest you contact the seller, Sweetheart,” River smiled politely.
Jack snorted, “I’ve never met anyone quite like you before. Where the hell did you find this one, Doctor?”
The Doctor smiled briefly, “51st century.”
Jack laughed “Ah, that would explain the -errm - feistiness.”
“Hey! Us 21st century women do pretty fine on the feistiness front too, ‘Captain’,” Amy retorted, jumping up and shaking the dirt and dust from her now ruined new black jeans. Deciding that she was at least presentable by their host’s standards she strolled over to the door and looked out the little barred window. “Anyone there? Nope, never mind.” She turned back to face into the room (describing it as a room was generous, it was more like a walk in wardrobe without the fancy dresses). “It looks like we’re in here for the night. Bagsy the corner furthest from the slitty window thingy.”
“You know,” Jack began, smiling charming, “there are five of us and only four corners. How do you fancy sharing with...” His hopes of spending the night sharing body heat with the Scot died when River’s arms went around her waist from behind and Amy leaned back into the embrace, smiling. “Okay then, I guess this means I get a corner to myself; lucky little old me.”
Rory, speaking for the first time since they had been captured, said, “Just for the record, I voted for us having a plan... and not getting locked in a tower... at night...” there was a crack of thunder and rain started streaming through the window “...in the rain.”
Fandom: Doctor Who
Characters & Pairings: Amy/River, Eleven, Rory, Jack
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: ~2,500
Disclaimer: I don’t own Doctor Who or any of the characters mentioned in this fic, this is just for fun not profit.
Summary: Captain Jack Harkness c healls for help when finds himself stuck in a 16th Century castle abut the Doctor's rescue mission doesn't quite go to plan. Post Forgotten and I Spy. Established Amy/River.
Note 1: A special thanks goes to persiflage_1, my beta.
Note 2: This is a Forgotten and I Spy sequel but it isn't vital to have read either.
Ireland, 1554
“It’s coming, it’s coming!”
Laughs and squeals joined the sound of waves crashing against the rocky shore and the spray of rain in the high winds to create the mighty sound that ripped through the bay. Two children splashed their way along the beach towards the silhouetted ship at the mouth of the bay, the smallest was a girl with dark red hair in sodden ringlets and a determination to keep up with her older, dark haired brother as he clambered over rocks to get a better look at the incoming ship. The girl tried for a fifth time to climb up the large rock at the base of the mound her brother was standing on, sliding back to the pebbly beach with a frustrated wail.
“What can you see?” she shouted up to him, using her hand to shield her eyes from the rain. “Is it them?”
“I don’t know,” the boy shouted back, “it’s still too far away!”
“What colour is the sail?” the girl asked. She waited only a few seconds for a reply before shouting again, “Owen, what colour is the sail?”
Owen’s eyes were wide, fearful and utterly fixed on the ship.
Another frustrated noise came from the small girl as she gave up on her brother and turned her own attention seaward. She squinted at waves, just catching sight of the dark shape of the ship as it disappeared.
“Owen, what’s happening?!” she shouted at her brother as he scrambled down the rocks and grabbed her hand, pulling her after him as he ran back towards the castle. “Owen!”
“Maeve, just come on, we have to tell mum about this,” he shouted, still pulling her tripping behind him.
“About what?” she screamed.
“Something sank the ship.”
~*~
“That’s not supposed to happen,” the Doctor said, staring at the flashing angry red light amongst the peaceful green and blue lights of the console. He poked the flashing button in the vague hope it would give up its protests and turn neutral again. “That’s not good, it’s extremely really very not good. Why won’t you stop flashing?”
“What’s not good?” Amy asked, sucking on a spoon covered in the ice cream that River had just got her from the first ever ice cream parlour in 18th century New York. “What did you do wrong this time? I don’t want to end up on the edge of the universe again, it was too bloody loud.”
“I didn’t do anything wrong!” the Doctor said indignantly, “It just started flashing!”
“What started flashing?” River asked, walking back into the console room, showered and changed from her trip to the less than hygienic 18th century. “What did you do?”
Rory was close on her heels, playing with his new toy, a 51st century video game that he had got for his recent birthday. It was River and Amy’s attempt to soften the blow of losing his wife, he was a typical man so it seemed to be working.
“Nothing! I did absolutely nothing wrong, I pressed nothing, I did nothing, it just started flashing!” the Doctor shouted, still poking the button.
River peered over his shoulder. “Someone’s sent you a message. Just press and hold,” she supplied, walking over to the sofa Amy had installed in the room and joining the redhead, tucking her feet up under her, “Haven’t you even worked that out yet? Are you sure you don’t want me to fly it?”
The Doctor looked at River suspiciously before pressing the button down and holding.
“Hey honey, remember me? I’m in the 16th century, in the cutest little castle somewhere in Connaught...” the sound faded into crackling “...taken prisoner...” the crackling won out again “...trapped in the tower...” a sharp hiss broke through the sound “...care to help an old friend out? I’ll make it worth your while...” The sound quality was terrible but the Doctor knew exactly who it was and that he was probably in a lot of trouble, he was always in a lot of trouble.
“Who was that?” Amy asked, scraping the bottom of her ice cream tub. “And why did he call you honey?” She raised her eye brows suggestively at him.
“Jack Harkness, 51st century pain in my... well, let’s just say that I can’t count the number of times he has got me into trouble but he is on our side so... I guess we’d better go and pick him up,” the Doctor sighed, turning around and glaring at the no longer flashing button like it was its fault, “I don’t know what it is about that century and people who are constantly - ouch!”
A spoon had collided with the back of the Doctor’s head.
He turned with shocked expression to see that Amy was glaring at him whilst simultaneously looking amused. She stuck her tongue out at him.
“Very mature,” he muttered. Furrowing his eyebrows, the Doctor rubbed his head. “Jack is, well... you’ll see when you meet him,” he flicked his gaze from Amy to River, “which I’m still not sure is a very good idea. He’s like River only worse and male.”
Amy smirked, “Sounds fun.”
River made a faux hurt sound and was promptly comforted with an ‘Awww’, a hug and a kiss on the cheek from Amy.
“Where’s Connaught?” Rory asked, suddenly very interested in meeting someone who might burst Amy and River’s bubble, “Is he- I mean is it hot? We never get to go anywhere hot. If it’s somewhere hot then I’m definitely in.” He seemed to have got away with it.
“It’s in Ireland,” Amy said, “So I’m going to go with no, definitely not hot. At least we get a warning this time though, we dress for the weather, a bit. No need to go over the top though.”
“How do you know it’s in Ireland?” Rory asked, furrowing his brow, “You’ve never been to Ireland.”
“I have too,” Amy protested, getting up and walking over to the console. “Anyway, we learnt about it at school. Remember, when we did about women in history and we learnt about Grace O’Malley? That was my favourite.”
River raised an eyebrow, “I thought the Romans were your favourite? And why did you learn about women in history like it was a separate subject?”
“Okay, so Grace O’Malley was my second favourite,” Amy rolled her eyes. “We went to a very traditional school in a tiny village, we only got to learn about Grace O’Malley when we had a substitute teacher. All we did other than that was the Romans and the ‘fascinating’ history of Leadworth. The point is that we are going to Connaught around the same time Grace O’Malley was there so maybe...” Amy was grinning at the Doctor and just about suppressing the desire to jump up and down like a five year old who had just been told that they were going to be having jelly and ice cream for their dinner for the rest of the year.
“You’re right,” he grinned back, “and I would bet anything that it’s her castle Jack’s in. Haha! This is going to be an adventure!” He pulled the lever in front of him and programmed in their destination on the buttons and pulleys beside him, “I’ve always wanted to meet Grace O’Malley, see the famous Pirate Queen of Ireland up close and personal!”
“Isn’t it always an adventure,” Rory asked. “Whatever we do, wherever we go, it always turns into an adventure with lots of running.”
The Doctor shrugged, “Exactly, it’s fun.”
Amy giggled, taking a step backwards just as the TARDIS jolted, knocking Rory backwards against the railings. The Doctor was clinging to the console as another jolt shook the TARDIS, throwing Amy back to the sofa and right onto River’s lap. She threw her arms around River’s neck and laughed as the TARDIS shook, jolted and flashed its way through time and space towards 16th century Ireland.
“This is why you insisted on this sofa, isn’t it?” River shouted above the noise of the TARDIS’s brakes screeching. She wrapped her arms around Amy as yet another jolt shook the yelping redhead nearly completely off her lap
“Yep,” Amy confirmed, tightening her grip on River.
“That was a really, really good idea,” River laughed, kissing Amy soundly as Rory and the Doctor clung on for dear life.
~*~
The view out of the TARDIS doors was that of the calm Atlantic Ocean lapping on the pebbly beach of the bay. The Doctor was peering out of the doors, sniffing the air and sticking his tongue out to taste this new place. He wanted to make sure that they were in the right place, for once it really did matter. He couldn’t leave Jack stranded.
“Ahh, we just missed a storm. That’s lucky! Although it is going to get dark pretty soon so we should get a move on.” he turned back to his friends and beamed, rubbing his hands together.
Amy rolled her eyes, wrapping her coat closer around herself and nuzzling into her favourite red scarf, “I agree with Rory, next time we go somewhere hot and dry with crystal clear waters and a free bar.”
“All in good time, all in good time!” the Doctor said, marching enthusiastically out of the TARDIS and jumping down onto the beach. “Come on! It’s quite nice out.”
“It’s freezing,” Amy complained leaving the TARDIS and picking her way over the slimy rocks they had landed on, “Ah!” she screamed, slipping on the last rock and falling into the Doctor's arms.
“Next time, I park.” River said, jumping down onto the pebbles before offering her hand to an unsteady looking Rory. He declined.
“For once, I agree with her,” Rory informed them, trying very hard not to need River’s help getting down off the rocks onto the beach, “You don’t have the best track record for landing the thing.”
“I’m the Doctor, it’s the TARDIS, I park it,” the Doctor called, trotting off along the beach in the direction of the castle looming on the cliff, followed reluctantly by the others.
“Don’t we need a plan?” River asked, “Instead of just storming the castle and getting ourselves thrown into the dungeon, or worse. The 21st century is primitive enough; I am not getting stuck in the 16th!”
“Hey!” Amy protested, looping her arm with River's and snuggling against her. It was too cold to be offended.
“The plan is we go up to the castle, knock on the door and ask very nicely to get Jack back,” the Doctor said confidently.
“That’s not a plan, why do we never have a plan?” Amy asked.
“We don’t need a plan, we’ve never needed a plan before.” the Doctor said.
“Let’s not forget the lack of a plan on the day I got wiped from reality!” Rory exclaimed.
“Yet here you are living and breathing and walking along a lovely beach in 16th century Ireland. See, it all works out in the end,” the Doctor smiled, walking backwards so he could talk to Rory.
“Doctor,” warned River.
“A plan just makes things boring, just think of all of the fun we’ve had without a plan!” the Doctor said.
“Doctor,” Amy said, stopping.
“How boring would life be if it all went to a plan!”
“Doctor!” River shouted.
But it was too late, the Doctor tripped over someone’s foot and fell flat on his back, looking up at a not so welcoming looking group of people. He smiled at them.
“Hello, I’m the Doctor,” he greeted, offering his hand, “And you are?”
~*~
“’Nice to meet you’?!” Amy exclaimed, just managing to stop her head from hitting the cold stone floor as she was flung into the tower dungeon. “Was that really the best you could do? And with an English accent as well! Why the hell do Time Lords have English accents? You’re not even from Earth, never mind Her Majesty’s Green and Rolling Pastures.”
River landed inches from Amy, followed by Rory being chucked almost entirely on top of the Doctor.
“Not all Time Lords, just me,” the Doctor said, pulling himself up into a sitting position and patting the dust from his trousers, he liked these trousers, he’d worn them specially. He jumped as the door was slammed shut, trapping them inside.
Amy huffed, helping River up from the floor to lean against the wall, “I get to meet Grace O’Malley, the Grace O’Malley, and I am surrounded by the bloody English!”
“Not completely, Gorgeous,” crooned a smooth American accent from the shadowy corner opposite them, “What do you say we ditch these guys and show the 16th century exactly what a flame haired beauty and a dashingly handsome captain can really do?” A dark haired man in a long coat emerged from the shadows and into the moonlight, a satisfied smirk twisting his mouth.
River stood up between the man and Amy, her hand resting on her hip. “I’m guessing you’re Jack Harkness.”
“Captain Jack Harkness,” the man interrupted.
River inhaled sharply, “Okay, Captain Jack Harkness. I’m River Song.”
Jack narrowed his eyes at her, “You’re the one who has been jumping all over creation with my Vortex Manipulator. I can smell it on you. Hand it over, Honey.”
“I bought it fair and square, if you have a problem with that I suggest you contact the seller, Sweetheart,” River smiled politely.
Jack snorted, “I’ve never met anyone quite like you before. Where the hell did you find this one, Doctor?”
The Doctor smiled briefly, “51st century.”
Jack laughed “Ah, that would explain the -errm - feistiness.”
“Hey! Us 21st century women do pretty fine on the feistiness front too, ‘Captain’,” Amy retorted, jumping up and shaking the dirt and dust from her now ruined new black jeans. Deciding that she was at least presentable by their host’s standards she strolled over to the door and looked out the little barred window. “Anyone there? Nope, never mind.” She turned back to face into the room (describing it as a room was generous, it was more like a walk in wardrobe without the fancy dresses). “It looks like we’re in here for the night. Bagsy the corner furthest from the slitty window thingy.”
“You know,” Jack began, smiling charming, “there are five of us and only four corners. How do you fancy sharing with...” His hopes of spending the night sharing body heat with the Scot died when River’s arms went around her waist from behind and Amy leaned back into the embrace, smiling. “Okay then, I guess this means I get a corner to myself; lucky little old me.”
Rory, speaking for the first time since they had been captured, said, “Just for the record, I voted for us having a plan... and not getting locked in a tower... at night...” there was a crack of thunder and rain started streaming through the window “...in the rain.”