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Title: The One Time Things Didn't Go Wrong
Summary: Amy and the Doctor actually listen to Rory for once.
Rating: G
Characters/pairings: The Doctor, Amy, Rory. Possibly pairings, but I don't mention them in-fic.
Author's notes: I'm aware it's fairly OOC. The Doctor and Amy would never actually listen to me. Let's call it speculative fiction.
***As the TARDIS juddered to a stop in what was presumably the middle of the Space Bahamas, the Doctor banged a few more switches on the console. It was probably for show.
“Come along, Ponds,” he said, taking the stairs three at a time, “off we go to sand and sun, sort of, two suns, two and a half technically but no one really cares about the half a sun, if you-what?”
This was in response to Rory standing with his arms folded in front of the door. Amy was already standing in front of him, glaring at him.
“He won’t move,” she said.
“Look,” said Rory, speaking as quickly as he could. It looked like Amy might kick him in the knee if he wasn’t fast about it. “Can we not rush into this one? For once can we check what’s outside, not split up, and all walk out together as a group? Please? Especially as this is another vacation-y sort of place and that never turns out well.”
“Roooory,” said the Doctor. He was very fond of Rory’s name. “Rory Pond. Rory the Roman. Roman Rory. You’re sucking the fun out of EVERYTHING.”
“Yeah,” said Amy. “What he said. Stop being an idiot.”
“Please?” said Rory. “You never listen to me. Can you listen to me just this one time?”
The Doctor and Amy looked at each other and went into a huddle.
“Fine,” said Amy, coming out of it. “Just this once. But it’s still stupid.”
“And don’t press any weird buttons,” said Rory.
“Fine,” said the Doctor.
“And don’t open any doors that say ‘Do Not Open’ on them.”
“Aaamyyy,” whined the Doctor. “Your husband’s mad with power. Stop him.”
Amy kicked Rory in the knee.
But in the end, they followed Rory’s directions. They didn’t walk into any horrendous pits of doom, they didn’t have any life-threatening encounters with the locals, and best of all, none of them died. It was a wonderful vacation.
***R&R. I made do without a beta, but I'm still on the lookout for one. If I get a good enough response, I might even write another one.
Summary: Amy and the Doctor actually listen to Rory for once.
Rating: G
Characters/pairings: The Doctor, Amy, Rory. Possibly pairings, but I don't mention them in-fic.
Author's notes: I'm aware it's fairly OOC. The Doctor and Amy would never actually listen to me. Let's call it speculative fiction.
***As the TARDIS juddered to a stop in what was presumably the middle of the Space Bahamas, the Doctor banged a few more switches on the console. It was probably for show.
“Come along, Ponds,” he said, taking the stairs three at a time, “off we go to sand and sun, sort of, two suns, two and a half technically but no one really cares about the half a sun, if you-what?”
This was in response to Rory standing with his arms folded in front of the door. Amy was already standing in front of him, glaring at him.
“He won’t move,” she said.
“Look,” said Rory, speaking as quickly as he could. It looked like Amy might kick him in the knee if he wasn’t fast about it. “Can we not rush into this one? For once can we check what’s outside, not split up, and all walk out together as a group? Please? Especially as this is another vacation-y sort of place and that never turns out well.”
“Roooory,” said the Doctor. He was very fond of Rory’s name. “Rory Pond. Rory the Roman. Roman Rory. You’re sucking the fun out of EVERYTHING.”
“Yeah,” said Amy. “What he said. Stop being an idiot.”
“Please?” said Rory. “You never listen to me. Can you listen to me just this one time?”
The Doctor and Amy looked at each other and went into a huddle.
“Fine,” said Amy, coming out of it. “Just this once. But it’s still stupid.”
“And don’t press any weird buttons,” said Rory.
“Fine,” said the Doctor.
“And don’t open any doors that say ‘Do Not Open’ on them.”
“Aaamyyy,” whined the Doctor. “Your husband’s mad with power. Stop him.”
Amy kicked Rory in the knee.
But in the end, they followed Rory’s directions. They didn’t walk into any horrendous pits of doom, they didn’t have any life-threatening encounters with the locals, and best of all, none of them died. It was a wonderful vacation.
***R&R. I made do without a beta, but I'm still on the lookout for one. If I get a good enough response, I might even write another one.