Doctor's Orders (Doctor Who, 11/Amy)
Title: Doctor's Orders
Characters: Eleven and Amy
Word Count: 544
Rating: G
Summary: The last thing Amy can remember before blacking out completely is the Doctor’s grip tightening protectively around her.
Warnings: Nada. No spoilers for any of the episodes. :)
Disclaimer: I don't own Doctor Who. :( I wish I did, I'd keep Matt and Karen alll for myself. And friends.
Author's Note: First foray into 11/Amy world of fanfic! I've been trying for the past few weeks to write something for them but everything kept falling flat. This is the only thing that I've been able to finish that was any kind of decent. XD Hopefully with more episodes they'll get easier to write. Anyway, enjoy!
There are flashes of white in the corners of her eyes, and Amy knows her mouth is wide open in a silent scream as the Doctor lifts her deftly into his arms and carries her through the jungles of Gubark II, where the trees are a rich purple and the Knarls spit acid at fifty miles an hour.
“That looks painful,” the Doctor remarks, looking down at her shoulder where the clothes have been burned away and the skin is blistering into an ugly shade of green. He jumps to the side quickly just as another wad of acid flies past into the trunk of a tree. “Oh, wonderful, now it’s hunting us. Don’t you know that you should never ever go wandering off alone in unfamiliar jungles? Really, Amy.”
Amy wants to glare at him, because the only reason she’d been alone is because he had gone gallivanting after some winged insect he had sworn was a new species. She wants to, but the spreading burn makes her head reel and her eyes squeeze shut, and she buries her head into the crook of his neck with a pained whimper.
The last thing Amy can remember before blacking out completely is the Doctor’s grip tightening protectively around her.
When she wakes up she’s in her bed, the TARDIS humming a comforting sound, and Amy blinks slowly as her eyes fight to adjust to the lighting of the room. It’s another moment before she remembers the Knarl and the jungle and the Doctor and--
Amy lifts her arm experimentally, and her shoulder twinges a little -- but otherwise seems okay. It almost felt as though she had been stung by a bee rather than burned by acid, and she frowns as she pushes herself up in the bed.
“Ah-ah,” the Doctor’s voice tuts from the doorway as he pushes it open with a shoulder and stumbles his way in, balancing a pot of tea on a tray. “No moving. The Doctor’s orders.” He settles onto the edge of her bed, placing the tray down between them carefully.
“I feel fine,” Amy protests, lifting her arm as though to show him that she was, in fact, fine. “See? No problem.”
“Nevertheless!” The Doctor carefully pours the tea into a mug and holds it out for her. “The TARDIS just helped you re-grow several layers of destroyed skin in under two hours, which is incredibly fast for a human’s natural healing ability. Better safe than sorry. Humour me.” He pauses before tilting the mug towards her even more. “Aren’t you going to take it?”
“You just told me not to move,” Amy quips drily, the corner of her lip twitching up into a smirk as he raises his eyebrows at her. “I’m only following the Doctor’s orders.”
“Of course,” the Doctor says, as though he had realised that all along and had just been testing her. He inches closer to her to hold the edge of the mug just under her mouth. Amy notes with a triumph that his ears are tinted just a little pinker than normal. “Open wide.”
Maybe, Amy thinks with an inward smile as he carefully pours the tea into her mouth, she’ll let the Doctor go gallivanting off more often.
Characters: Eleven and Amy
Word Count: 544
Rating: G
Summary: The last thing Amy can remember before blacking out completely is the Doctor’s grip tightening protectively around her.
Warnings: Nada. No spoilers for any of the episodes. :)
Disclaimer: I don't own Doctor Who. :( I wish I did, I'd keep Matt and Karen alll for myself. And friends.
Author's Note: First foray into 11/Amy world of fanfic! I've been trying for the past few weeks to write something for them but everything kept falling flat. This is the only thing that I've been able to finish that was any kind of decent. XD Hopefully with more episodes they'll get easier to write. Anyway, enjoy!
There are flashes of white in the corners of her eyes, and Amy knows her mouth is wide open in a silent scream as the Doctor lifts her deftly into his arms and carries her through the jungles of Gubark II, where the trees are a rich purple and the Knarls spit acid at fifty miles an hour.
“That looks painful,” the Doctor remarks, looking down at her shoulder where the clothes have been burned away and the skin is blistering into an ugly shade of green. He jumps to the side quickly just as another wad of acid flies past into the trunk of a tree. “Oh, wonderful, now it’s hunting us. Don’t you know that you should never ever go wandering off alone in unfamiliar jungles? Really, Amy.”
Amy wants to glare at him, because the only reason she’d been alone is because he had gone gallivanting after some winged insect he had sworn was a new species. She wants to, but the spreading burn makes her head reel and her eyes squeeze shut, and she buries her head into the crook of his neck with a pained whimper.
The last thing Amy can remember before blacking out completely is the Doctor’s grip tightening protectively around her.
When she wakes up she’s in her bed, the TARDIS humming a comforting sound, and Amy blinks slowly as her eyes fight to adjust to the lighting of the room. It’s another moment before she remembers the Knarl and the jungle and the Doctor and--
Amy lifts her arm experimentally, and her shoulder twinges a little -- but otherwise seems okay. It almost felt as though she had been stung by a bee rather than burned by acid, and she frowns as she pushes herself up in the bed.
“Ah-ah,” the Doctor’s voice tuts from the doorway as he pushes it open with a shoulder and stumbles his way in, balancing a pot of tea on a tray. “No moving. The Doctor’s orders.” He settles onto the edge of her bed, placing the tray down between them carefully.
“I feel fine,” Amy protests, lifting her arm as though to show him that she was, in fact, fine. “See? No problem.”
“Nevertheless!” The Doctor carefully pours the tea into a mug and holds it out for her. “The TARDIS just helped you re-grow several layers of destroyed skin in under two hours, which is incredibly fast for a human’s natural healing ability. Better safe than sorry. Humour me.” He pauses before tilting the mug towards her even more. “Aren’t you going to take it?”
“You just told me not to move,” Amy quips drily, the corner of her lip twitching up into a smirk as he raises his eyebrows at her. “I’m only following the Doctor’s orders.”
“Of course,” the Doctor says, as though he had realised that all along and had just been testing her. He inches closer to her to hold the edge of the mug just under her mouth. Amy notes with a triumph that his ears are tinted just a little pinker than normal. “Open wide.”
Maybe, Amy thinks with an inward smile as he carefully pours the tea into her mouth, she’ll let the Doctor go gallivanting off more often.